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Sexual Material, story meant for people over 18.
Hey Kids, go away! Oh, did you think I meant it
in a mocking manner and was talking to you? Well if
you're under 18 then you are absolutley right. Go away.
Conventions of Magic
pt 1&2
by Alexi92
It was the low point of the convention. It was the low point
every year. But they just couldn't have a convention without speeches.
Well they could, but then, as Zola had once pointed out, they'd just be
a club. And once in a while someone actually came up with something
that was informative. This wasn't one of those years.
Fortunatley the speakers always kept it brief. The five would
talk about new advances in techno-magic or the current state of affairs
in the demon world. It wasn't after the speeches that the real
information was spread.
So after the ambasador from the demon plane finished his
speech, followed by a polite applause, the crowd began to mingle.
At table 23 Velios, the wizard for the Thicean kingdom, told
Malestro, the Necromancer of the Skull dungeons, about the true fate of
the Thicean queen. The Necromancer found the story incredibly humorous,
especially the parts about rape.
At table 86 sorcerers exchanged tips about how to keep
adventurers away from their pet dragons.
At table 49 a group of assistants complained to each other
about how much shit their mentors put them through.
At table 6 Zola, a wizard with a long grey beard, was gossiping
with Bollasa, a witch with bobbed, blonde hair and a buiness suit that
made her look more like a buisness executive than a powerful magic
weilder.
*So who else is dead?*
Bollasa considerd the question, going through her mental index
of magicers who had died in the past year. "Toma commited suicide in
October."
*How'd he do it?*
"Nuked himself. I understand he took most of the forrest with
him. The locals are calling it the bad lands of death, because anyone
who goes there dies a slow death."
*Residual radiation?*
"You know it."
*Shit, that guy never knew how to proportion that stuff. What
about Eric, I haven't seen him around.*
"You didn't hear?"
Zola frowned. *No, what?*
"Eric's stuck in a time loop. Some woman knight in training was
assigned to take him down and free some townspeople from his reign of
terror. She caught him in the middle of a temporal spell, he turned and
stopped her. Ended up raping her when, boom, the spell goes off and
he's stuck in the middle of a time loop. From what I hear he's been
continualy raping the girl since then."
*Poor kid.*
Bollasa's eyes widend. "What?"
*Poor kid. No one should have to go through that forever.*
"Zola, you're scaring me. Since when did you show pity?"
*It just kind of happened one day,* Zola sighed. *I woke up and
began to make happy endings.*
"Welcome to the club," Bollasa said with a devlish smile.
*Thanks,* Zola muttered bitterly.
Bollasa took a sip of her drink, some fruity thing with an
umbrella in it. "So where's Mala?"
*I gave her a to a baker and his wife. She's their sex slave,
last I heard.*
Bollasa choked on her drink. "That's your idea of a happy
ending?"
*Happy for the baker and his wife. Mala deserves everything she
gets, which I understand if a few times a day.*
"Still Zola," Bollasa sighed. "Good or evil."
*What about you?* Zola protested. *Still have your husband
under that curse.*
*Only until he learns his lesson. Besides, he was never my
assistant, only my lackey.*
"So who do you send out to do your bidding now?"
*I freelance. Which reminds me, have you seen Marlos around?*
*No. Why?*
*I promised the guy I hire I'd knee Marlos in the balls.*
At table 135 a young wizard and a powerful sorceress were
having a drinking contest.
***
Meanwhile, in a small room adjacent to the annual magic
convention, another convention was taking place. It consisted of
cronies, lackies, and servants. Assistants were one thing, they could
use magic, but these guys were muscle, resources to accomplish tasks
beneath the power of a great mafic user.
The room wasn't very full, in fact it consisted of less than a
hundred people, those whose masters couldn't do without or were afraid
to leave alone. Only four were women. They sat issolated at a table
while the men got drunk.
Clara couldn't help but think that since she had agreed to
become Marlos' servant her life had become a lot more interesting.
Which was impressive since until she met Marlos she had been cursed to
live as a wolf except for when she was fucking. Looking at her it would
have seemed strange that no one would want to fuck her, she was a
beautiful blonde woman comparable to story book princess, but to get
that way someone had to fuck her wolf form. She had found a man willing
to do that and she had loved him. But then Marlos offered her a cure
and she became his servant, leaving her lover behind.
Nowadays she met a variety of interesting people, when she
wasn't sucking or fucking Marlos or one of his guests. And this group
was no different. Ann was a life-sized, magicly animated, rag doll
without the ability to speak. Lyscha was a mix between an android and
golem, although she looked like a thirteen year-old teenager with huge
tits. And Shar. Shar was good looking, in a "glance at me and I'll cut
off your face" kind of way. Except for her head, Shar's entire body was
encased in tight leather: leather pants, leather shirt, leather vest,
leather gloves, leather boots. It was on so tight Clara wasn't sure how
Shar could move, but Shar could move, quickly and gracefuly. One of the
drunk male servants, a thief from the looks of him, tried to grab
Shar's ass earlier and Shar had punched him so far that he actually
seemed to be flying for a while. Since then the men had left the four
women alone.
Now the four were immersed in a conversation about their
duties. Well almost, Ann, who of course couldn't talk, only nodded or
shook her head and Shar just seemed to be listening because ther was
nothing else to do.
"Sometimes he makes me lay my head in his lap while he watches
television," Lyscha said in a cute little girl voice that really made
Clara wonder about the android's master. "That would not be so bad but
of course I end up sucking his cock."
Ann and Clara nodded. They had both been there before.
Neither's master had a television, Clara was too far in the hills to
get reception and Ann was in an area that hadn't reached the level of
technology to produce television, but the cock sucking was the same.
"So why don't you just leave?" Shar asked half-heartedly.
Lyscha looked at her in shock. "I can not, he is my master."
Ann nodded furiously in agreement. Clara understood their
situations, they had been magicly created to serve their masters, it
was what they existed for. Clara wondered under what circumstance she
would leave her own mast... Marlos. They had a deal, she served him, he
would make her cure permanent when it was possible. Technicly, if she
didn't mind living the rest of her life as wolf unless someone shoved a
cock in her, she was free to leave at any time. But for her nothing was
more important than being human. Nothing.
The thought shook her, so to forget it she asked Shar "What
about you?"
"First off, I've got a mistress, not a master. I don't want to
leave, she tells me what to do, I do it. I get to kill things. I'm also
on contract."
Lyscha let out a whistle.
"Right, so I'm obligated to do what she says for the next four
years, at least. But she doesn't make me do any of that sick shit you
guys have to do, she doesn't swing that way."
Ann began tapping the table with her fist. There seemed to be
some sort of pattern to it, but Clara couldn't figure it out. But
Lyscha could.
"Ann wants to know if your mistress ever gives you to her
guests as a gift," the android said.
"No," said Shar. "My ability to succesfully do her bidding
depends on my mental state, and I can't be expected to kill things
indiscrimanantly if I've undergone something traumatic."
Lyscha whistled again. "Lucky bitch."
Shar smiled for the first time that night.
***
Table 135, round 180. The anti-inebriation spells had disipated
around round thirty. Tellix, young wizard and only inhabitant of the
dark mountains, looked over the top of his shot glass at Natalia, the
sorceress feared throughout the country of Henris. She looked pretty
out of it, although he probably didn't look to good himself.
He let the sour taste fall down and burn his throat. When he
opened his eyes Natalia had feinted. Tellix smiled and joined her.
***
The next morning things were sorted out. Tellix remembered
making the original wager for 5 gold pieces. Natalia had goaded him
into it, teasing his youth and inexpierience.
But as it turned out as they got drunker and drunker they began
to up the ante. At first they added magical items, and then moved to
rare magical artifacts. From there it went to libraries, to their
houses, to their firstborn. Before they had passed out they had changed
the final wager to a lifetime of slavery to the other, starting that
morning.
When Zola showed them the contract they had signed Natalia had
almost killed herself. But when she had finished reading the contract
in full she had calmed down.
Yes, she owed Tellix a lifetime of slavery, but it was never
specified what lifetime, and who the slave would be.
***
When Shar woke up she had to remind herself who she was. It was
a daily ritual and for some reason it helped clear the cobwebs in her
mind in a matter of moments. She was Shar, chief mercenary for Natalia
of Henris. She had four more years of a ten year contract to complete
before she became a freelancer again. She was at a magic users
convention in the servants room. The android/golem Lyscha had stood
guard over both Shar and Clara as they slept to prevent their rape at
the hands of the drunken men in the room. Today she would travel back
to Henris with her mistress.
In seconds Shar was completley up, ready to hurt anyone that
got in her way or to obey her mistress' orders.
A floating apparition of Natalia's head appeared in front of
Shar's eyes.
"Shar, you are to spend the lifetime of a Bolarian Dragon,
roughly over a year, with the wizard Tellix, during which time you are
to be his slave, obeying his every command."
"But..." Shar protested.
Natalia interupted. "According to the contract you signed you
must obey my every order. EVERY order. And now I order you to obey all
of Tellix's orders."
The floating head disapeared.
"Wow, rough," said Lyscha.
"Can't yo just refuse?" asked Clara.
"No," Shar said weakly. "I signed a magical contract so now I'm
magicly compelled to follow her every order or at least die in the
attempt to."
Ann rapped her nuckles against the table again in her rythmic
form of communication.
Shar and Clara turned to Lyscha for a translation.
"Ann says, 'Looks like you will be sucking cock after all.'"
***
When everyone else had left Shar finally got up to go. She
finished the last of her beer. She was slightly inebriated, not enough
to cause any problems, but enough so she could face what was going to
happen.
The situation was just... just... just wrong. She was supposed
to kill things for hire, maybe rough someone up, simple intimidation at
the very least. What she wasn't supposed to be doing was playing
personal semen receptacle to some wizard.
But now she had to go live with this guy and play with his dick
for a year. It wasn't fair. She had gotten into killing things to avoid
this kind of thing.
Shar threw her glass against a wall and walked into the main
convention room. He was probably going to be there waiting for her.
Surprise, surprise. There was one guy left. At least he looked
okay. Not handsome or anything but okay. He looked naive and innocent
and shit. Wizards always did. Unless they looked like those old
mountain men. They were all devious bastards.
He looked up at her.
"Um, are you Shar?"
"Yeah, you this guy I'm s'posed to fuck?"
"I'm Tellix. I don't know about the sex part. I'm supposed to
take you in as my slave for a year."
"Yeah. That sounds 'bout right."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"You seem a little unsteady."
Now that he mentioned it she didn't feel too stable. In fact
everything was sort of slipping by.
***
Shar woke up with a headache in an incredibly comfortable bed.
"You're name is Shar," she mummbled. "You are chief mercenary
for Natalia of Henris. You have four more years of a ten year contract
left. Your employer has given you to some wizard as a slave for a year.
You are in a strange bedroom wearing..."
Shar checked beneath the sheets.
"...clothes, pajamas, different than the ones you passed out
in. More than likely you have been fucked while you have slept and may
be pregnant if that is what the wizard you now belong to wants. Your
life is now shit."
And feeling like shit, Shar reflected, while in the middle of a
hangover was not a good feeling. But her hangover was disipating so
soon she would just feel like shit.
Life just kept getting better and better.
The door opened, and for the first time Shar got a good, lucid,
look at her new master. And he was looking more than a little
concerned.
"Are you okay?" Tellix asked meekly.
"I'm fine."
"And you understand the terms for which you are here."
"Too well."
"Do you think you're feeling well enough to get started?"
Already? This guy must have really been lonley, first while she
was passed out and now, right when she had just awoken. This kind of
frequency didn't bode well for the upcoming year. The guy was nice
enough, probably one of those people who couldn't socialze if their
life depended on it. Which meant now that he had someone who lived to
do his bidding he was going to let loose the floodgates of his
perversions, all on her.
"Yeah, I guess," Shar said, a little hostility in her voice.
"Okay, um just to warn you, I'm usually alone up here. And I
don't get out much, so I'm planning to have you do some things I
wouldn't normally get a chance to."
Resigned to her fate Shar took her pajama bottoms off. She did
it beneath the covers, trying to keep some dignities for as long as she
could. Of course he hadn't bothered to put any underwear on her when he
had redressed so she
"I kind of figured that," said Shar. "My contract with Natalia
compels me to be your slave and do what you command."
"Oh okay." Tellix smiled, a little uncomfortably.
He probably has a problem with the slavery, Shar mused darkly.
But that doesn't keep him from taking one when the oppurtunity arises.
Shar tossed the sheets off her body and turned her body at him,
lying perpendicular with the bed, her bare bottom half emphasized by
her position. She spread her legs wide, almost doing the splits,
exposing her open cunt to him. She thrust her hips toward him.
Tellix nearly jumped back in shock. "What are you doing?"
"This is what you wanted right? Some free pussy unable to deny
you. A living sex toy at your beck and call, ready to blow you, fuck
you, or be fondled by you twentyfour-seven."
He watched her, entranced by her nakedness, a scared expression
on his face. At first she thought she had intimated him but it wasn't
that type of fear. It was something entirely different and she realized
that what she had been describing was the furthest thing from his mind.
Shar snapped her legs closed and pulled the bed sheets over her
body, hugging them to her chest, both embarassed and a little scared.
She had just given him a hell of a lot of ideas.
Tellix pulled out of his frightened trance and, with a shaky
hand, pulled out a sheet of paper from the depths of his robes. He
handed it to her and she took it from him quickly.
"I-I wanted y-you to get some sup-plies from the town," he
stammered. "Y-you're clothes are in the closet."
He left the room in a hurry, not stopping to look back.
Shar stared at the list and swore.
"Shit!"
***
One year passed
***
Zola looked over the program. Marcus was speaking, good, he was
always entertaining. And Ralph was going to be lecturing on the
possibilities of mixing chaos and weather spells. That could be useful.
The rest of it seemed to follow the normal guidelines for the
convention. The only big surprise was that his nephew was going to be
speaking on alchemy breakthroughs. Usually Tellix was afraid of public
speaking, and his alchemy experiments always went so slowly. Something
really must have changed recently for something like this to happen.
Maybe his neighboring village had adapted to motor engines. It would be
interesting to see how things turned out.
"Is someone sitting here?"
*No.*
Marlos plopped down next to Zola, sighing. "These damn
conventions get more tiring every year."
*What happened to your head?*
Marlos sighed again. It looked funny coming from a giant
parakeet. Zola corrected himself, a giant parakeet head. The rest of
Marlos' body was still human.
"After the last convention I had a run in with Bollasa. She
cursed me."
*What did you do to her?*
"I don't know. If I did I could start to work on removing this
damn thing."
*What are the terms?*
"I've got to figure out what I did to offend her and apologize."
*Seems fair enough.*
"I've never even met her before," Marlos protested. "How could
I have pissed her off? No, this was just abuse."
*Pity.* Zola chuckled to himself.
"If it weren't for the rules I'd find her right now and blast
her."
*That is not a good idea,* said Zola in a most harsh tone of
voice.
Marlos froze. "I've got to go," he said quickly and left. It
wasn't a good idea to make enemies of Zola's friends.
***
Once again the crony room was dominated by the male presence.
Still, Clara thought a little proudly, there were more women than last
year. Ann and Lyscha were back at the table with some new faces.
Heather claimed to be an immortal from before recorded time.
Unfortunatley she had never really learned any useful skills during her
long life, finding it easier to befriend or sleep with those that could
help her. For an immortal she didn't seem very deep. The other newcomer
was the displaced tyrant of an island called Feening, which Heather
insisted on calling England. After she had been kicked out the tyrant,
who never offered her name, only survived because Zola took her in as
his servant. Apparantley Zola was a great and powerful wizard, the name
impressed the others. It meant nothing to Clara. But Marlos didn't
speak much about other magic users, especially after one of them had
turned his head into that of a parakeet.
Whoever that was Clara wanted a word with him. It was really
hard to keep a straight face when you were sucking the dick of a guy
with a parakeet head. When she told the girls this they tried to
sympathize but even Ann had fallen into a fit of silent giggles.
Even with the new additions to the group nothing had changed.
Their primary task on behalf of their masters was sucking and fucking
their respective master's cock. The motivations were a little more
varied now. Heather was enduring her master's kinky games, and they
were kinky, because she was planning to kill him and steal his power.
The tyrant was doing it to stay alive, fully aware she was only a step
away from execution if not for Zola's intervention.
It would have been a nice group if Heather would have shut up
about all the sick stuff she had to do. It even made Ann queasy, and
she didn't have a stomach.
"He thinks it's funny to turn me into a human toilet. He'll
actually rewire my brain so that I enjoy licking his shit from his ass."
Lyscha stared at her in horror. "And you are planning to kill
him?"
"Well yeah, I figure I'll do it while he sleeps. I still have a
gun."
"Good luck," said the tyrant, a cruel smile forming on her lips.
"Good luck?" Lyscha countered. "She'll be lucky if she's only
killed."
The tyrant shrugged. "No skin off my back."
Lyscha snorted. It sounded funny in the android's sweet voice.
Clara knew what Lyscha was talking about. Next year Heather was
probably going to be on all fours trying to suck the semen out of a
diseased horses cock. That or a mindless sex toy for her master's
amusement, maybe both. As for Carla herself...
Ann began knocking on the table furiously.
"Ann wants to know what you're thinking about?" Lyscha
explained.
"I was just thinking about next year. My curse will be gone and
I will be free."
"Free?"
"It's part of my deal. I attend to Marlos for as long as it
takes for him to cure me, which, according to him will be in another
six months, at most."
"Free." Lyscha seemed amazed at the concept. "What will you do?"
Clara shrugged. "I don't know. I knew a man before I joined
Marlos. Maybe I'll try and find him."
The tyrant skoffed. "You think he's still going to want you?
After you've been a whore for this Marlos guy? If he's anything like
Zola you've been going at it like a dog in heat."
Clara winced at the analogy. But everything the tyrant said was
true. Off the top of her head Clara could even recall the taste of
Marlos' cock, remember how it felt probing the inside of her mouth and
slipping down her throat. It wasn't a pleasent memory.
Ann knocked on the table furiously again. Clara sighed.
"What does she want to know now? If I ever took him in the ass?
Yes I did."
"No," Lyscha said, pointing at the figure coming toward them.
It was a woman, definatley a woman. Her curves were impressive,
not mind bogglingly outrageous, but well proportioned at the very
least. Her clothing was a strange combination of a leather vest and a
sun dress. There was also a strap around one of her shoulders which
held a small assortment of throwing knives. And most unusual of all she
looked happy.
"Holy shit," Clara whispered. "It's Shar."
"Who the hell is Shar?" demanded the tyrant.
***
Tellix's speech was incredibly good. His speaking skills were a
little stilted but he knew what he was talking about. Zola noticed
quite a few of his colleagues taking notes. Tellix was finishing up his
explanation of how to bottle fire when Bollasa sat down next to Zola.
Not exactly sat, crashed would have been more appropriate.
"Hello," she said giddily.
*You're drunk," Zola said.
"Yup. Want to fuck?"
*In general, yes. But I doubt it would be appropriate at this
time.*
"Oh come on," Bollasa said lustily. She unbuttoned her blouse a
little, showing off her ample cleavage. She looked like a buisnesswoman
in heat. It was not unerotic. The witch licked her finger and ran it
down her neck onto the top of her breast.
Her other hand rested on Zola's lap, inching its way to his
crotch. His cock hardened and she grabbed onto it with a tight grip.
Bollasa smiled at him.
*What the hell.*
***
"Marriage?" Clara coughed, choking on her drink.
"Maybe," Shar cautioned. "We're only talking about it. But I
think it might happen eventually."
Ann rattled off an impressive number of taps onto the table.
"Ann says she wants to marry her master." Lyscha turned to the
rag doll. "Oh yeah, like that is going to happen. I look more human
than you do and I haven't got a chance in hell of landing a husband.
You can't even communicate properly."
Ann's entire body drooped. Clara thought Lyscha was being a
little harsh. After all anything was possible. clara had been stuck in
the body of a wolf and she had found love. She almost said so but the
memories became to painful and she tried to block them out by bringing
up another subject.
"What the hell happened? You were supposed to be his slave."
"Yeah, I'm curious about that too," said the tyrant. "Wasn't it
supposed to be fuck, fuck, suck his dick, dress up like a schoolgirl
and play with your sugar daddy? How the hell did marriage enter into
the picture?"
"That's the weird part, he didn't want to fuck," explained
Clara. "He just made me un errands he didn't have time for. I did some
cleaning, some killings, but nothing sexual."
"Shit," spat out Heather. "My master makes me do nude jumping
jacks while I get semen enema, how did you get so lucky?"
Everyone stared at her until Clara finally broke the
silence. "How did errands lead to marriage?"
"Well he didn't over work me, always made sure I was okay. I
finally began noticing he kept looking at me when he thought I wasn't
watching. So of course I figured I'd be naked and impaled on his cock
in no time flat. It never happened. Instead he just began to lessen my
workload more and more. I didn't ask him about it, or about fucking, I
didn't want to press my luck. Soon enough I wasn't doing anything and
he was trying to make my life more comfortable."
"He had a crush on you," the tyrant said astonished.
"I figured that out after the third month. I got afraid that I
was getting soft so I asked him for some job. The guy couldn't come up
with anything and tried to change the subject. We both got pissed off
and I ended up confronting him about the crush."
"And that's when he made you get on all fours and take him in
the ass," interjected Heather.
"No, he just got all embarrassed and locked himself in his
room."
"This isn't making any sense," Lyscha said perplexed. "When
does the happily ever after stuff start?"
"A month after that," Shar explained. "I was cleaning up his
lab and I dropped some chemicals. I enhaled them and all of a sudden I
wanted him. The bastard had made a love spell-aphrodisiac mix. I ended
up running to his room, ripping my clothes off along the way. I broke
down his door and threw him onto his bed. He was startled but I didn't
give a chance to get up. I tore open his robes and began to suck his
cock. It took him a while to get over his surprise and fear but I got
it hard.
"I let it pop out of my mouth and I climbed up his body. He
tried to ask me what was going on but I shoved my tongue in his mouth.
Based on his reaction I don't think he had ever kissed a girl. I pulled
away from him and told him to suck on my tit. He did it, eagerly. After
he had nibbled on my nipple for a while I pushed him back down and
dropped myself on his cock. It felt good. You know how you're always
hearing about that fulfiling expierience, where the guy isn't just in
you physicly but on some weird level you're both connected. I got that.
Plus he filled me pretty well too.
"I fucked him, ground my hips into his, sliding his cock in me
again and again. I pulled his hands to my breasts and he played with
them as though they were everything."
***
Zola played with Bollasa's breasts. They were very fine, but of
course Zola had seen better. He had done a lot of things with better
breasts before. But here and now Bollasa's breasts were very good.
She moaned from his skillful hands. Zola smiled, he hadn't lost
his touch. Neither had she. Bollasa's fingertips toyed with Zola's hard
cock, sending little pinpricks of sensation over the long shaft. It was
like tickling, only more so. Both of them were more expierienced than
most whores. They had lifetimes to perfect their techniques on a
multitude of individuals. Some had been willing, some had not.
Together they could last hours before the actual intercourse
started.
***
"When it was over he held me in his arms and we went to sleep.
By the time I woke up the effects of the chemicals had worn off. His
cock had hardened again because of that whole morning wood thing. It
was still burried in my cunt and I could feel it in me. I tried to pull
away but it turns out Tellix is surprisingly strong and I couldn't get
free. So I lay there until he woke up with his stiff cock inside of me.
I tried stugling a little but that caused his cock to slide in my body,
the sensation was too much so I just kept still.
"But I kept getting this feeling every time one of us moved and
his shaft moved around inside me. It felt good. Before I knew what I
was doing I was humping him as he slept, using his cock like a
masturbatorial aid. Soon enough I had cum and he shot his load inside
of me. After it was over I felt bad. When he woke up and realized what
had happened the night before he apologized and holed up in his room
again.
"But the next morning I crept into his room while he was still
asleep. He had morning wood again and I pleasured myself on it again,
leaving after I had cum. I did it again the next day, and the day after
that, and the day after that. On the sixth day he woke up in the middle
of a down stroke. We were bot surprised, I was scared witless. He was
about to shout so I kissed him. I don't know what he had been
practicing on but he had gotten better. We ended up lip locked for a
while as I kept grinding myself on his cock. After we had both come he
held me again, and refused to let go until I explained everything.
"We spent the next week in bed. After that he went back to his
lab work and I went back to cleaning his fortress of solitude. But
anytime one of us got in the mood we'd find the other and we would fuck
for hours. That's why I started wearing dresses, easier access.
"About a month ago I aasked him why I didn't get pregnant. From
there we got to talking about things and eventually marriage."
The other women at the table listened to her finish, completley
absorbed by her story. It was Lyscha who was first to speak.
"So do you love him?"
"I don't know. I think so."
***
Tellix couldn't understand where Zola was. His uncle had agreed
to help him talk with Natalia. He planned, he hoped, that he could get
the sorceress to extend Shar's period of servitude to him extended, or
buy out Shar's contract.
But Zola was nowhere to be seen.
There was no time to wait. He found Natalia winning a poker
game with a wizard named Eric. The loser handed her a list of names of
people who could be sacrificed for youth. When the surrounding crowd
had lost interest and disipated he sat down next to her and described
his proposal.
To her credit Natalia listened to Tellix's deal, but in the end
she refused. She needed her chief mercenary to go and find the names on
the list. Tellix offered her a alchemistic alternative for youth, but
she refused. She much more prefered to inflict pain and suffering on
others. In light of that Tellix did not think it wise to mention he had
fallen in love with Shar.
Had Zola been there he would have pointed out that the terms
for Shar's slavery to Tellix was for the term of a Bolarian Dragon and
that there are some rare Bolarian Dragons that surpass the normal one
year life span for their race, living up to two hundred years. But Zola
was not there and Tellix proved unable to convince her to release Shar
into his custody.
***
The convention was over and almost everyone else had left. Shar
cautiously made her way into the main convention hall, which was empty
save for some straglers.
"Tellix?"
He wasn't anywhere to be seen. That wasn't an indication of a
wizard's absence though, Tellix had told Shar about a small group of
witch nuns that lived their lives invisible to the human eye in order
to not indulge in vanity. He had told her that and then saw the result
of her own vanity, a small purple teddy stretching over the curves of
her body. They had fucked in his study, her back pushing against the
hard desk even as his hard rod pushed into her cunt.
Shar allowed herself a smile at the memory.
"What the hell is so amusing?" asked Natalia.
Shar spun, she instinctivly went into her attack position.
Natalia smiled. "Glad to see you haven't lost any of your
skills working for that namby pamby wizard boy."
Shar felt the anger rise in her and for a moment entertained
the foolish thought of attacking the sorceress. Instead she calmly
asked where Tellix was.
"The boy? He left. He actually tried to convince me to sell him
your contract. But I have need of you. Here." Natalia handed Shar a
list of names. "I need you to capture these people and bring them to my
lair for sacrifice."
Shar, who's main trait had always been survival glanced at the
list. Nine names, none of them familiar. "Yes mistress."
CONTINUED in next part
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