Aimee – g, Part 5 · Part 2

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he people in Barraminum regarded my preferences as disagreeable and limited my attentions to the boyhouses by the waterfront. And although my allowances would certainly allow me to wander down there once in a while for releif, I did not relish the idea of purchasing relief. I craved friendship and a friendly bed, not what these places offered.

Lien joined me when I announced I was ready. He removed his robes to reveal a handsome body underneath; thin, strong, and a touch pale, his body radiated with an inner sense of composure that comes from being a mage.

I knew my role' here well as he lay down on the bed. I crawled between his legs and lowered my mouth to his groin without preface, burying my face between his legs and inhaling deeply. He gasped as his cock grew to full proportions. I stared at the purple head wavering before my eyes, then smiled as I slipped my mouth around it, sucking at the silken skin of his cockhead, then feeling press against the top of my mouth, rippling as it touched the back of my throat and slid further downwards. He gasped, his hips bouncing against the bed. I closed my lips upon the warming shaft, sucking his cock for all it was worth.

It was more than skill, Aimee', it was pleasure. Pleasure from the relief of sheer need. I needed him. It was more than his cock, Aimee'; there was something to his carriage, to his whole being, that fulfilled me. And as I pumped my head back and forth on his cock, I felt that fulfillment deep within me.

He groaned slightly as I stopped my sucking, reaching for the ointment and applying it to his shaft. He looked at me apprehensively as I knelt over his hips and aimed his cock upwards. I pressed down upon it, feeling it against my anus, feeling it fill me as it penetrated me. He was within me. I picked up my staff and held it out. "Take it," I said.

He nodded and reached up, taking the staff in his hands even as I did. I began casting the spell, stroking his cock within me all the while. I was interested in letting him in on the spell, so he cast it right along with me.

Together, our bodies continued in patient mating as we explored his genetic code. He marvelled at the process, and the sub-processes that allowed me to explore more than the visible. He gasped with pleasure at the spells I had learned, then told me to "End it."

I did. The spell collapsed. Unlike with Ryu, I had no need to see his climax, and as the skilled sybarite, neither did he. We ceased our coupling and sat down on the bed together. "Marvellous," he said, panting slightly as he cleaned himself off. "Simply marvellous. You did not write any of that yourself, I take it?"

"No sir," I said. "I adapted some towards my particular method of invocation, but I did not write the spell myself." I explained where I had found it and what notes I had had to take in order to make it useful to me, rather than to dragons. I also explained the changes I had had to make in order to make it work on him since he was human and not a dragon.

"Astounding. That you could take such a dangerous spell, render it into components in just such a manner. My friend, you will go far."

"Thank you, sir."

I learned, several months later, that I had a rival. By now knowledge of both my invocation speciality and my preference in partners was common knowledge, and I often took abuse because of either, and often both.

But it was not until late that coming December and the first snows had begun falling on the ground that I began to appreciate how much hatred Brand was sending in my direction. As a woman, she felt that her capacity for multiple orgasms naturally made her far better prepared for the kinds of magic I was quickly excelling at. However, as we both found out, that was hardly the case. She was simply a good student without the natural skills that I had lucked upon and without the incredibly teachers of Thomorr and Desa Megassi to back up those natural talents.

However the signs began to show. Resentment, mostly. I understand that. I had wandered in where she had once been the center of attention and quickly established myself as her superior. Where she still wore robes of black I had already earned those of green.

Then things began to get ugly. At first, even the ugliness was somewhat mundane, consisting of shortsheeting and the like. The rumors started up that I preferred little boys, children below the age of puberty. That all sexual mages were destroyers of everyone they touched and claimed to love.

What friends I had stuck with me, and I'll grant them that. Although more and more I found it hard to associate with my peers, simply because they wished to have no association with me.

Then came the violence began. There is simply no term for it; I was spat upon, at first, and then I became the target of thrown stones. The attacks grew more and more severe as time went on.

Magicians, however, are resourcful. "Don't you worry," Mage Pappen reassured me, "They won't get you, but we shall get them."

Mage Pappen did indeed help me. And to his credit we eventually did turn in most of the miscreants who comitted their abuses upon me. Some were discharged from the school.

It was at this time that Brand received her green robes. Much to even my surprise, she announced that that was sufficient to her and that she was heading back to her home to resume her life there, now a fully- accreditted mage wearing the green.

I was surprised; I had fully exepcted her to stay and earn at least the blue I now wore. I asked Mage Pappen about this. "You know how it is, Darynn. Some simply want to know all they can, and some simply got when they think they know enough."

My studies continued. The attacks on me lessened, in part because Pappen and I had decimated the ranks of those who did not approve of me. I started casting some spells of import, too, ones that caught the attentions of my fellow students. Although it took me sixteen hours to cast, I did one day succeed in an alteration spell that allowed me my first wereform. For six days afterwards I could, completely at will, take the shape of a wolf. I remember the feelings of fear that created within me, fear that the wolf shape would gain control.

Also, for some reason, requests from my fellow students for love potions blossomed, apparently on the theory that a sex magician should be good at them.

All of this changed one night when I was walking through the city. I had, sadly, succumbed to my needs, and gone travelling down in the lower blocks of the city, looking for a street boy who would take my money in exchange for a candlespan of attention. I wanted someone, something specific, someone for whom I would feel something, and then later feel nothing.

I walked at odds with myself, accepting than rejecting one, then another, never sure of what I really wanted, knowing that in truth I was missing Thomorr and Ryuchia and that Pappen's attentions were nothing more than that of a teacher, not a lover. I missed love, Aimee', truly that is what I missed.

A hand grabbed me by the shoulder. "'ey, m'lord, are you lookin' for somethin' friendly?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure– " I never got to say another word. As I turned to face the man who addressed me, a fist pounded me in the stomach, knocking the wind from me violently. I was pushed, shoved, and carried into an alleyway, where three men hit me further and then carried me in through a back door into a small room.

A cloth was fitted into my mouth to prevent me from speaking. I was thrown across a solid wooden table, where rough ropes tied my hands to the supports. The room was dark, dingy; only two lanterns lit it up. The three who had carried me in were all large and hairy men wearing the common clothes of laborers. They tied ropes about my feet, too, but instead of tying those down, they tied them up to a beam that supported the roof, exposing my ass to their rough hands.

"He's not a virgin," one said, his voice cracked with the twin abuses of tobacco and alchol. "Look a' tha' 'ole."

"He's been had by dragons. But he'll do you quite well." I recognized Brand's voice. What was she doing here?

"Dragons?" the one said. "'dor, 'e'll ne'er e'en notice us!"

"It's been a while."

One of the men approached and touched my ass with his palm. "Smooth as a babe's butt," he replied. "Does nothin' with it but sit on it all day, I reck'n." His hand was rough and calloused, the fingers themselves thick with the muscle of manual labor. On touched my anus. He pressed inwards without spit or grease. I felt like I was being entered by a pine cone, his hands were so rough. The pain made me cry out, but the cloth in my teeth dampened the sound to nothing. His finger penetrated me to the knuckles and I groaned. "Yeah, t' first inch is tight enough fer me." He pulled me across the rough table, granting more pain as the raw wood scraped on my back. "Take this, lad." With a rough shove he penetrated me, his cock mercilessly barelling into my guts. "Could use a little wetness, though."

"Ha' this, then," one of the other men said clearly. The one within me laughed, and I felt something cold splash about my balls and hole. It felt cold, and then burning filled me. The smell told me what he'd used, and I began to cry from the pain. Rum. Alcohol. These men cared less if they killed me.

Another one, to my left, climbed out of his ragged pants and approached me, pulling off the gag. "Suck it, boy," he said. "Suck it well and maybe you'll live." He pulled back his foreskin and stuffed the fetid thing in my face. The smell was ghastly, as if he hadn't washed in weeks, and I couldn't bring myself. He grasped my head in one hand and my nose in the other, waving that evil club before my eyes. Finally, I had to breath, and he shoved his cock down my throat. "Bite it and I'll hurt you bad."

I gagged on the torturous thing. About the only mercy for me in this was that the alcohol which ruined me within also entered my blood and lessened the pain. I choked while the two men raped me, used me in their laughter. The one's cock sawed in and out of my burning asshole, the other fed me his cheesy meat until both grunted their climaxes and finally pulled out. The one who had been within my ass presented his cock to my mouth. "Clean it, boy."

Another cock entered my anus. Gone in pain and alcohol, I barely noticed either of the two cocks being used on me. I felt, dimly, the feel of the third man's balls as he plundered my anus, raping the juiced hole created by the man whose cock I now washed with my tongue. I could not think.

And then they, too, were gone, and a slim, delicate hand was probing at my anus. "Darryn, can you hear me?"

"Brand… Why are you doing this?"

"Because," she said as three of her fingers slipped into my asshole, "You deserve it, you perverse monster. The Sodomite Mage. You had to be younger than me, prettier than me, better than me." Her hand pressed against my burning asshole. "I'm going to give you what you want, Darryn, and what you so richly deserve. I'm going to remind you of your dragon LOVER," she snarled as her arm slipped into me, "and then, from within, I'm going to kill you."

I needed to stop her. My mind raced with all the things I could do to stop her. I knew spells that would kill her, but they took time to prepare. I needed to handle her companions, too.

I thought of a Base, a combat Base, that would help me. I imagined what it might look like completed, as complete as a Base can be. I needed to be right, once, because that was all the chance I would get. "Brand," I snarled at her.

"Goodbye, Darryn."

"No." I summoned the base.

She screamed as the bones in her arm snapped. She looked up, stunned, as I poured power through the base. One of the men rushed me and lightning danced around him, knocking him against the wall, screaming. Another picked up a bottle and I struck him, too, with the lightning. Just as the base 'Pain' could be turned into 'Pleasure,' too can the bases for healing be turned to suffering. Brand pulled her arm free of my body, her hands unable to clutch anything at all. She backed away from as I willed her to bleed freely; it ran from her nose and she coughed it from her mouth. She shook her head, and in her bubbling throat I heard her say "You… you can't. This…"

I was developing an erection even as she said it. My combat master had taught me well; the satisfaction of commiting a spell need not have arisen from pleasure, but instead, the pleasure of winning came from the satisfaction of committing the spell. I had won. I burned her, blasted her, bled her, and broke her. And then I blacked out.

"And then?" Aimee' asked.

"I was rescued. One of the men who had been busily having his way with me ran out into the street, and the screams attracted the attention of the local guard. I was taken back to the college, where I attracted a lot of attention." Darynn smiled and leaned back in his chair. "Now, I've taken away from your studies again to tell you a rather dull and boring story." He yawned to make the point.

His bait worked; she yawned along with him. "See? I've managed to put you back to sleep." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Why don't you return home? We'll continue this later."

She sighed and the sound tore at his heart again. "Yes, sir. Goodnight, sir."

"Goodnight, Aimee'."

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Aimee – g, Part 5 · Part 2 (2/2)
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