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Aimee - d - Chapter
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AIMEE'
Chapter III
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Darryn walked
through the room again, his robes still flowing behind
him. Everything seemed to be in order, just as it had a week
ago. He was
concerned with every detail of the room's appearance; he wanted
to put his
young student completely at ease.
Not, he thought
grimly, that could ever be fully acheived. In his
head he reviewed the note Bethsany had sent him describing what
she had
learned this week of the situation amidst Teltirray's "girls."
He new now
that the original report of Teltirray's behavior was only a weak
shadow of
a truly abusive nature. And yet, the man could be so convincing
in court,
so calm in council. At induction services they would sit nearly
opposite
one another at the horseshoe-shaped council chamber. Perhaps
what bothered
Darryn most is that more often than not he agreed with the direction
Teltirray took his discussions.
He sighed.
Teltirray was not by any imagination a friend. In person
he was frequently cold to Darryn and his associates, although
charming when
he needed a vote or two. Darryn knew the chill arose from Teltirray's
too-
familiar "disgust" at the male-to-male love Darryn
was fond of.
Darryn stoked
the fireplace one last time; late fall chill soaked
through his home, chewing up the warmth of summers, lovers, and
the
presence of Aimee'. He waited for her to arrive, knowing that
it would be
soon.
He was glad
that she was not permitted to walk right in; the releif on
his face would have been inappropriate for her to see, and he
wanted to
present himself to her as an elder, fully in control. "Enter
freely," he
said.
Her face peeked
out around the door. "Sir?"
"Come
in, Aimee'. We are going to learn tonight."
"Sir?
After you finish your story?"
Darryn smiled.
"Sort of. We are going to start during the story,
Aimee'. Come sit, like before." She settled down onto
the white rug, her
slim hand caressing the material as she did so. "We are
going to play the
same game as before. You are to remove your clothing as you
see fit. You
do remember that?"
She nodded.
"Yes, sir, I remember."
"Good.
Now then, if you will pull back the red sheet of cloth by your
side you will find an array of phalli and such. I have noticed
that at
times you get breathless while I speak and I appreciate that.
I want you,
Aimee', to enjoy yourself. To touch yourself." He reached
beside himself
and opened a book to a certain page, examining only the caption
in the
upper corner. "Now, when you feel your pleasure rising,
I want you to
examine this picture closely. I want you to try and see it as
if it were
before you, an object and not a page. Breathe through your pleasure
and
open yourself. I am not being clear on purpose, Aimee', but
I wish you to
do this. Can you?"
She nodded.
"Yes, sir. I will."
"Good.
Now, as I was saying last time..."
I spent many
more months with the Hakkana. Ryu and I become bedmates,
althought that perhaps sounds more physical than it really was.
We rarely
made love, Aimee', although when we did I found the pleasure
greater than
any other offered to me in all the city. I think part of the
reason for
that was that I loved Ryu and not the others, although they were
certainly
friends and I did not discredit their worth when they lay in
bed with me.
My studies
continued apace until I realized one day, while examining
my journals, just how greatly my skill in spell had grown. I
could Heal
and cause to Sleep. I could bring suffering to the evil and
health to the
good. I had learned to control my desires and answer my pains.
Although I
was not the strength you see before you, Desa surprised me
one day by calling on me and adressing me as "Mage Darryn."
"Yes
sir?" I will admit, I nearly fell off my chair to hear
myself
addressed as such.
"Your
learning has slowed." He raised a hand as I opened my mouth
to
object. "This is nothing of your own doing. We all know
this to be true,
Darryn, that every mage's learning slows at one point. While
there is much
to be gained here, you can learn at your current pace anywhere,
and I would
urge you to find your way back to your own people. I have a
gift for
you."
I was still
completely taken with his address, much less his short
speech. He handed me a bone case, one used for scrolls. "It
is addressed
to me, from the College of Mages in Barraminum. I have decided
that you
should see it in its entirety."
Maga Desa
of the Megassi.
It is with
some disbelief that we read the scroll we have
received from you. You claim to have had no influence in the
creation of the spell base we found within, copied several
times with accuracy. After examining the base we found it
difficult, but not impossible, to work with; the complexity
achieved is truly an act of art, perhaps even passion.
That an apprentice
of yours, indeed one not even in his
thirtieth year, created this is no small feat. It is not that
we doubt you, Desa; your honesty and worthiness are well known,
even here in Barraminum.
We wish to
meet this apprentice. Although the purpose of
base spell "Pleasure" is, in our council, of little
use, the
skill with which it is executed shows us that this young mage
could well and truly be taught to join our college without
sponsor or patron. We wish him for ourselves.
In magi honor,
Talen Silisto, President.
Mage Council of the Known World.
My first emotion,
Aimee', believe it or not, was one of stark anger.
I looked up at Desa and said "Of little use?"
"Easy,
Darryn," he said, laughing. "I just wanted to show
you this.
Remember that pleasure is not greatly thought of in the mages'
realm, and
even when it is, it is considered a dangerous toy. Although
you and I both
know that pain can be as addictive as pleasure, it is pleasure
they are
most afraid of." He shrugged. "I know why as little
as you."
"And
these are the people you want to send me to?"
"Darryn,
they are your people. They know you better than you know
yourself; you cannot live here all your life, young mage."
I sighed,
wondering what I was going to do with Ryu. Desa understood
without my saying a word, but I didn't know it at the time.
I started to
learn when he said, "I know you have been aching to try
your spells on
Ryuichia. I encourage you to do so, Darryn, if Ryu is willing.
I wish to
watch; just me. I do not imagine you wishing an audience upon
yourselves."
I shook my
head, still asorbing everything I had been told in the past
ten minutes. I was being offered a free scholarship at the College
of
Mages, although they considered my work "of little use."
I was also being
asked to leave. And to do what I had sworn a year before I would
do; save
Ryu from his dwarf status amongst his peers.
"I..."
"Go home,
Darryn, to your friend. Discuss it. Let me know in the
morning. Take the letter with you." With that, the animated
man of silver
wandered down into the darkness of his lair.
I flew back
to Ryu's house at all speed. I do not fly often now, nor
did I then; but this simply could not wait for the rate at which
my feet
carry me. I flew in from the top and found him sleeping in his
bowl,
curled up in a ball and snoring peacefully. I landed on the
stone silently
and approached him. "Ryu," I breathed.
[Darryn?]
he asked silently, not coming very far from his slumber to
speak to me.
"I...
I think I'm going to be going soon."
He came to
wakefullness fast then. [What do you mean?]
"I've
been offered a full scholarship at Barraminum. And Desa has
told me that he's done all he can to accellerate my learning.
I am to my
own devices now. He wants to send me to Barraminum to learn
the magics of
humans. Like Thomorr, he has reached his limits."
He switched
to speech then. "Do you want to go?"
I nodded.
"I... I do. But, before I go, I want to do one last thing
with you, Ryu. I want to cast the Bodily Keys upon you and see
if I can
help you grow to the full cast that is your Dragon birthright."
He stared
at me, stunned. "You can do that?"
I resolved
to sound like a mage, Aimee'. I'm afraid I didn't succeed.
"I can try."
He thought
for a full minute. "Try, Ryu. What must I do?"
"It is
more, what I must do to cast this spell on another, Ryu. You
know from where I draw my strength. We will need that. To have
any
success we must be loving when I cast the spell."
He tossed
his head and chuckled. "Oh, Darryn, you will do anything
to
get one more moment out of me!"
I threw my
arms around his neck and said, "Yes, Ryu. Because I will
miss you. I can live without you, but I will not be happy doing
so."
His wing slid
easily around me, enclosing me against his body. "I
have learned from you, Darryn, how to find peace. Let us do
this, and
whether we succeed or fail, we will never forget one another."
"Let
us hope," I said.
I built a
great frame, knitting a net with my hands strong enough to
hold a Dragon. This alone took two weeks. Sliding it into the
center of
Ryu's home, I began enscribing the runes necessary to support
the spell.
They took another day, and when they were done I slept for many
hours more.
Then I asked Desa and Ryu to attend me at moonrise. They agreed.
Ryu arrived
early. "That is for me?"
"It is.
You must lie on your back within it. I hope you find it
comfortable."
"I will
see," he smiled, easing himself into it. Slowly he turned
over, struggling. "I feel like a fish in a man's net."
"I hope
not. I've not intention of putting a hook in your mouth or
clubbing you over the head."
"Or slitting
my throat, I hope," he added.
"No,
none of that."
"Are
we waiting?"
"Yes,"
I said. "Desa has asked to witness this. Does that trouble
you?"
"No,"
he replied calmly. "Desa is our master in all things, Darryn,
and there is no reason we should not invite him to watch this."
Desa arrived
shortly thereafter. But not through the front door, oh
no. Instead, a wind stirred and then a small gale erupted in
Ryu's home as
a great Dragon, an ancient beast of full beard and golden eyes
dropped
through the hole in the roof and landed, with little room to
spare, on the
ground. [Desa Megassi, at your service,] it said calmly.
"Master
Desa," I said, bowing.
Ryu was attempting
to climb out of the sling when Desa said [Stay,
Ryu. You were preparing. Continue.]
I picked up
my newly-earned staff of silver and began chanting slowly.
The power that I wielded now would have frightened the Darryn
of three
years previous; now it was familiar, if still awesome in its
capacity. I
raised the staff over my head as the chanting took on a life
of it's own,
pouring from my lips without my even thinking it. I walked forward,
concentrating only lightly, letting the spell progress in its
natural
course. Ryuchia was already erect, his head lolled back against
the
knitted net and his eyes staring at me, waiting. Pleasure was
still a
spell that I could use to prepare my partner rightly for the
acts ahead.
I climbed
up onto the net, staring into his face. Our eyes peered
into one another's, locked. Our breathing began to come at the
same speed
and the same time, our chests rising and falling together. I
knelt over
his great shaft and with one hand picked it up, aiming it. My
greased anus
waited for his welcome cock, and as I eased down I felt it again
slide into
me. I almost lost myself then in the intense pleasure of our
joining, but
without falter I kept singing my spell. I leaned forward slightly
as he
reached up with his inner claws and seized the staff. We held
it together
as his wings folded over us. I began my motions, pulling myself
almost off
of his cock, and then back down onto it.
We rocked
slowly as I chanted. The walls of his home began to glow.
They began to get closer, and suddenly they swirled with colors.
I watched
as Ryu's keys glowed before my eyes. I began to sing my companion
spells,
never once losing track of the great mass of his penis imbedded
behind my
belly. As we fucked, I began to explore the changes I could
make, the
locales I could find.
The spell
went on for what seemed forever. I had never had so much
within me for so long. I would not let him climax and I could
not find
what I was seeking. I flew over the beauty of his keys, watching
them
flash before my eyes before one of the companions rang out with
recognition. It had found his keys of growth.
And as I manipulated
them, dreamed what they would do if I changed
them, I realized that in a few years Ryu would start his growth.
The
changing of the body and the growth were not related, and it
was only
coincidence that they happened to most Dragons at the same time.
It was
only a matter of time.
[Ryu,] I dreamed
to him, [There is something I have to tell you.] I
told him what I saw, and what I had learned. [I could start
it now.]
There was
a long, quiet pause. Ryu was thinking, and when he finally
spoke my heart lifted. [If I started now, I would quickly grow
so large we
could not do this.] He was silent again, and I started to fear.
But
finally, he dreamed, [I want to enjoy my winter with you, Darryn,
since you
cannot leave until the coming Spring. Change nothing, human
I love.
Finish the spell.]
I could have
stopped the spell simply by ceasing chanting. But I did
not. I simply shifted my magics, delving deep into pleasure.
I casted the
greatest of the Pleasures I knew. Ryu and I shared.
Everything
he felt, I felt. I became aware of how small I felt and
yet how much he loved me. I felt both our hearts beating, becoming
one. I
became aware of his surprise when he felt how large he was to
me, how
beautiful. We made love, Aimee', as only two males can with
this sharing.
It was the most beautiful moment of our lives. And as his climax
grew, so
did mine. The staff held over our heads still, my hands and
his claws, we
grew closer together as our loving reached it's pinnace. We
were both
screaming as we came, shouting out our hearts with pleasure as
he came
within me and I came all over his broad, white belly. My eyes
screwed shut
in pleasure as it seemed to go on and on.
And then it
ended. I collapsed, losing my grip on the staff and
falling against his chest. He held my staff above us still,
then slowly
eased it down into the netting.
His shaft
shrank within me and then, easily, it slid out my hole, a
small rivulet of fluid following down my leg as we lay together,
awaiting
the return of our strenghts. "Oh, Ryu," I sighed.
"Darryn,"
he breathed. "I love you."
I nodded,
pulling myself up and kissing him under the chin.
Our tender
moment was broken, partially, by our teacher. [Tell me
what you have done.]
"Nothing,"
I replied, and again repeated what I had learned about
Dragons and how they grow.
He listened
closely, attentively, his monstrous head turned in an
attitude of careful thought. When I was done with my report,
he looked at
Ryuchia. I know not what exchanged between them, but when it
was over Desa
looked to the ceiling. [Darryn, Ryuchia, you have made an old
Dragon pleased. It is good. I shall see you both in the morning.]
With
that, he took to the sky, leaving me and my beloved Ryu to our
soft cradle
and familiar caress.
The winter
passed with little excitement; days of study and nights of
sleeping. Ryu and I slept together in happy contentment, and
by day I
studied. Now my studies were calm, orderly, less hectic and
demanding. I
knew what I needed to do commit my magic. I was destined, I
felt, to be an
Archmage, but I knew that I would only get there at my own pace
and any
forcing of it would be pointless.
I enjoyed
my time with friends more and more, knowing that it would
all end soon and I would begin the journey that would lead here,
to the
city of Barraminum, a city of great power and evil. As well
you know,
Aimee'.
Darryn leaned
back against the pillows he had arranged and stoked the
fire to greater warmth. Aimee' sat across from him. "You
haven't removed
anything," he observed.
"Every
time I did at our last meeting, you would pause. I did not
want to interrupt you." Aimee' smiled and began unlacing
her boots,
tossing them aside. Then her pants and her headcloth. "I
am as I was last
time." Her smile faltered slightly and then she said, "Sir,
would you
remove my tunic?"
Confused,
Darryn said, "You wish me to...?"
"I am
ready to take it off. I want you to do it." She paused
for a
moment, then said, "Only to you will I say 'please.'"
Darryn sat
up straight and reached for her. "Come here then, if you
wish it."
She crawled
and sat before him. He closed his fingers on the cloth
of her tunic and pulled the tunic off, placing it down where
she could
reach it easily. "If you need it, it is there."
"I will
not need it," she replied. "I know of your love for
the love
of men only, Master Darryn."
Darryn picked
up the shirt again and handed it to her. She took it,
confusion and concern in her eyes. Darryn knew she was wondering
if she
had done something wrong. "Hold that, Aimee', while I tell
you something.
My reputation as a lover of men and boys may be well and established,
but I
am preparing to make an exception. For you. I do not take as
students
people I cannot love. I am prepared to take you as a student,
Aimee', and
I have searched my heart and I can say that I am prepared to
love you."
She started,
pulling the shirt across her chest as she did so. Then,
with an angry growl she crumpled it into a ball and tossed it
away. Her
emotions shifted again, this time into a smile. "You are
kind and
concerned, Master Darryn, and I would be honored."
Darryn was
still concerned that she was simply responding to him as
another adult in authority, a view of him he would like to discourage
in
her. He smiled softly, sighing as he did so. "What did
you think of my
tale?"
"It was
beautiful, Master Darryn."
"No 'Master'
is necessary, Aimee'."
"You
truly loved him, Darryn. It was in your eyes, in the way you
held you head and your body as you spoke. Your voice. Oh, you
must have
missed him so when you left!"
"Very
much," Darryn agreed. "I wonder, did you feel excitment?
Did
my describing the love of men affect you in any strong way?"
"Yes,
sir! It made me feel warm and a little wet."
"Would
you like to show me more, Aimee'? I would like to see you
pleasure yourself before me freely."
"Sir,
I... I don't know. Master Teltirray has never asked for
anything like that."
"I just
want to watch you, Aimee'. Nothing more than that. Please,
indulge this old man, would you?"
She nodded.
"Yes, sir!"
"And
remember, when you pleasure begins rising, the image on the
page."
"I did
not forget," she said. She leaned back against the small
mound
of pillows she had arranged for herself, spreading her legs apart
slightly.
Darryn examined her closely now, naked.
Her skin,
pale and soft, reflected the light of the fireplace in soft
redding glows. Her hair fell down, framing her face and lying
over the
pillows like a net. Darryn's breath caught gently as he stared
at her. He
had almost never seen a woman this close, and certainly not with
all of her
clothing missing, and for all the ruggedness he usually enjoyed,
he
wondered at how he could miss the simply beauty that was her
flawless skin.
Her breasts pushed upwards, and he found himself able to disregard
them;
they neither held nor rejected his interest.
But what captivated
his attention the most was her sex. He had never
seen one for real before; he wondered at his own ignorance that
had allowed
him to nearly reach his century year without ever seeing the
genitals
possessed by half his own race. He knew that fear was an inappropriate
response, and anything that could arise from fear was as well.
That
included disgust, a common emotion amongst his own kind. Once
that was
settled, he had nothing to do but watch.
Her hands
caressed the full, rounded lips of flesh that made up the
outside of her sex, scratching with her fingernails gently and
pulling them
apart. Her breathing grew stronger as she touched herself, encouraging
her
passion to greater heights. He watched as she caressed herself,
sliding
one finger slowly within her hole and then coating the rest of
her sex with
the liquid. One tiny pearl near the top of her sex grew slowly
and after a
while she paid it particular attention. "Darryn, sir, the
page... show it
to me!"
Darryn quickly
scooped up the book and held it before her eyes. "I
can see it," she said as her eyes locked with it. Her breathing
deepened.
"I can see it. It's right..." Her left hand began
tracing a visible
pattern in the air as she sighed,"... there."
Darryn felt
the magic of the spell she stared at penetrating her. She
was summoning the spell sexually, the way it was supposed to
be read. He
felt her body next to his own. She was learning, sucking the
knowledge off
the page. Sex magic was something that could only be learned
by those
willing to do so, and despite the claims of nearly everyone,
very few were
open and willing enough.
Aimee' was.
In her nigh-ecstacy, she was literally pulling the first
lessons into her lungs with every breath. She twisted and rubbed
at her
clitoris until the spell itself began to subside. And then her
body
jolted, sending the power of the spell away from herself, into
the air.
She gasped, returning to herself, returning to the pillows.
She picked
her head up with a jerk and suddenly her hands were
clutching for his sleeve, pulling him towards her with her eyes
cast wide.
"What... what was that?"
"Magic,"
he said with slow and deliberate calm. "That's the spell
of
awareness. It's the start of learning."
"It felt
so... different. Like nothing else."
"Magic
is like that," he said. "Like nothing else."
He patted her
thigh softly. "You were beautiful to watch, Aimee'."
"Thank
you, sir. Oh thank you!" She lunged forward, her arms
about
his neck, hugging him tightly. "Thank you."
A little taken
aback, it took him a moment to find words. "You're
blessedly welcome." He held her close, feeling her lithe,
warm body
through the cloth of his robes. He felt blood surging into his
own sex,
and although he wasn't quite hard he knew his cock would feel
heavy.
"Aimee', I need to fetch something. Would you allow me?"
"What?"
she asked. "Oh... yes. I'm sorry, sir."
"No apology.
Just wait here for a moment." He stood slowly and
walked over to his desk, returning a moment later. He handed
her a folded
envelope sealed with blue wax. "This is for your master.
It is an
understanding that you be able to reach me at any time you feel
the need to
discuss your magical training with me. And this," he said,
handing her a
thin brown book, "is for you. It is the first ten spells
you will learn.
And you will learn them all by next week. Is that understood?"
"This
is a spell book?" Her eyes went wide with wonder.
"A spell
guiding book. It does not have spells, merely instructions
on how to make them. Do you understand the difference?"
"Yes,
sir. I do."
"Good.
Because that's what you need to know. One more thing."
He
handed her a second, smaller book. "This is empty. Fill
it. Pages for
your spells, others for your thoughts. You are learning to be
a mage,
Aimee'; you must keep track of where you are going and where
you have been.
Here is a pen, and here is ink. Here is a bag for everything."
She collected
everything together in the bag, not sure what to say.
"Stand, Aimee', for an old man, please."
She stood
slowly. "You are not old sir. I can see the signs; your
body is youthful and strong and I know your attentions you seek.
Do you
want to...?"
He understood
her meaning and shook his head. "Not until I am ready,
beloved apprentice. I have much learning to do as well."
"Yes
sir. Oh, thank you, Darryn, thank you so very much!" She
literally bounced on her heels and Darryn understood her beauty.
She was
truly woman and child, powerless and on the verge of magehood
all in one
person. The more he stared at her the stronger he swore that
she would
reach that magehood someday. And Teltirray would be gone.
"Aimee',
I must ask that you dress. It is time for you to return
home."
"Yes,
sir," she sighed. "Thank you."
"I am
merely doing what I have been asked," he replied, winking.
"That I enjoy it is another matter." He watched as
he dressed, drinking in
the sight of her buttocks and her legs, watching her shoulders
as she
pulled her clothing on. She turned to him when she had finished
dressing,
her bag over her shoulder. "Aimee', come here, please."
She nearly
hopped over to him. He pulled her close and hugged her.
"You have done something nobody has done for me in many
a year, Aimee'; you
have taught me new things about myself. I want you to continue."
"As do
I, sir. As do I." She wrapped her arms around his waist
and
hugged him back. "Thank you so much."
"You've
said that so many times, Aimee'! I thank you for what you
give me as well. Now, go, before Teltirray begins to suspect
what might
actually be the truth."
She nodded.
"Goodbye, sir." She leaned over and kissed the back
of
his hand swiftly, then disappeared through the door and was gone.
Darryn watched
her departure sadly. He hoped, probably unreasonably,
that he was doing the right thing. For the both of them, and
for all they
came in touch with. "Good luck, beloved Aimee'," he
whispered. "We both
need it." |