College Magic Cycle

Magery Chapter 10

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My Stories

·        College Magic (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Jack and the Giant (sf/fantasy)

·        Sacred Submissives (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·        Bellus Cinaedus (authoritarian and historical)

·        Guardian Angel (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

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·        Small Town Slave Boys (authoritarian)

·        Desert Heat (beginnings)

·        Eros in Arcadia (Sf/fantasy)

·        Constituent Services (Encounters)

·        The Dancing Princes

Magery Chapter 10

The Weekend Before Family and Friends Weekend part one

Ethan

I could barely wait. Sebastian was planning something special. I knew it was a trip but he'd managed to keep it a secret. I'd guessed that it was a mage resort somewhere because Sebastian loved to show me all of the delights the magical world had to offer. I was so excited I'd tried to find out if my friends knew, but even the normally loquacious Oliver had become silent. And when I said "Melita Beach", Micah had gotten giddy and said that I would love it.

I'd asked him if he'd been there, "No, but David and Jonathon told me all about it."

I couldn't get anything more out of any of them. I wanted to scream! I had a love-hate relationship with surprises. I couldn't stop thinking about them and it drove me crazy not knowing what the surprise was, but it was still exciting that there was something coming and I had no idea what.

That wasn't the only reason I was so hyped. Today was my birthday. That meant that I was finally eighteen. I was finally an adult and that meant, although I didn't know when, but sometime today, Sebastian and I were going to finally take that last step. He was going to fuck me. I wondered if he was going to let me fuck him too. I kind of hoped so, but he was so masculine and experienced compared to me. I decided I would follow his lead and see where it took us.

I only had a lab and study session today. I would be done by 3:00 p.m. in the afternoon. I was bouncing in my seat during the study group, and lab was even harder. If it weren't for the fact that I hated doing anything less than my best work, I would have just sat back and let my lab partners do the hard work for me.

When class was done, I ran to Baylor Hall. The wind was whipping through the trees and powerful gusts were blowing between the buildings. I'd packed clothes for two days in my backpack before leaving our room this morning. When I got back, Sebastian was meeting Desmond Devereaux, the RA for the fifth floor.

I asked, "Do you need me to wait outside while you two finish talking?"

Desmond gave me a wink and said, "Your boyfriend is anxious to get going. Is there anything else I need to know to cover for you? Other than these three pages of notes you've given me?"

Sebastian sighed. "No. That covers it. You can laugh all you want, but you'll be glad to have that information if you need it, Desi."

Desmond tucked the papers in his satchel and gave Sebastian a mock salute. "I'll take care of everything in your absence."

Then he walked over and gave me a kiss on top of the head. "You are going to have a great time this weekend, Puer Aureus."

Sebastian handed me my backpack and grabbed his messenger bag. I knew that bag of his was magical and could hold significantly more than my backpack. He led me over to stand in the middle of the arcane circle on his area rug. He pulled a glinting medallion, the size of a silver dollar from his pocket. It bore a picture of three goddesses standing back to back holding torches. If I remembered correctly from my art history course, those three goddesses were actually one. It was the most common representation of Hecate. The Romans called her Trivia, goddess of the crossroads. Along with Hermes, she was a patron of mages. It was inscribed with the motto "Republica Hesperiana: Magiumque Majestasque Magnaminitasque."

"Can you read this?" he asked.

I stared at it. I was just beginning to study Latin, but most of these words had English derivatives. "Um... Hesperian Republic: Magic, Majesty, and Magnanimity."

He smiled and asked, "Do you know what magnanimity means?"

I shrugged. "Big souled?"

"You're not wrong. That's literally what it means, but in Latin it means nobility, courage, and generosity rolled into one. But the important thing about this medallion is that you can't use any of the arcane circles in Hesperia without this talisman."

"Is that where we're going, then?" I asked.

He nodded. "Hesperia is a magical country, by which I mean it is run by mages and magic is practiced openly there."

I was bitten by the history bug now. I had to know more. "How come mundanes don't know about it?"

Sebastian said, "It was settled during the third century by mages from all over the empire. After it was invaded in the 9th century by West African zealots hoping to `destroy the witches', the mages of Hesperia performed a ritual to close it off. They literally removed it from the world. I mean it's still there, but you can't get to it unless you can see through the velamen arcanum. And it has the best beaches in the whole world. The surfing isn't great, but swimming, diving, boating, and beach parties are unparalleled."

"And that is where Melita Beach is located," I said, letting him know I hadn't been idle in my anticipation and vexation.

He nodded, lightly cutting his eyes at me in mock annoyance, and wrapped one arm around me. "This requires a complex version of the translocation spell because we're traveling almost four thousand miles. It's almost 3:30 in the afternoon now so it will be almost 8:30 in the evening when we get there."

Sebastian pulled out his wand and began moving it in an intricate pattern. "Ex hoc loco ad illum in hoc amuleto inscribitum, per intersititia spatialia et temporalia nos duo ego ispe et Etanis juxta me in circlo magico stans translocemur!"

It was longer and more complicated than any spell I'd ever heard him chant. And when it was done, it felt like a hand had grabbed me behind the navel and jerked me upward so fast that I was overcome by vertigo. For a few seconds, I felt nothing. I heard nothing. I saw nothing. No light. Not even my heartbeat. Then suddenly I was standing in a wide circle inscribed in polished marble beneath a giant dome. Sebastian was holding me and I immediately started heaving. There was nothing in my stomach, so nothing came up, but Sebastian half carried me to the edge of the circle.

He held me tight and said, "Lots of people have that reaction to their first long distance translocation. You'll be fine in a minute."

I slowly became aware that there were people all around me, talking in a language I couldn't understand. As my head cleared, I could see there were a lot of people in the circular room. (I suddenly remembered rooms like this were called a rotunda). Like us they were outside the large arcane circle. Some of them were dressed in modern clothes, but others wore tunics like the ancient Romans. They seemed to be of many different ethnicities. I saw folks who looked African, others who looked Mediterranean or Northern European and even a few who looked Asian.

Sebastian asked, "Are you okay now?"

I nodded and he seemed relieved. We walked to the exit of the rotunda, Sebastian handed his medallion to an attendant and we signed our names in a book. Sebastian was fluent in whatever language they were speaking. I thought it was Latin, or related to Latin, but it sounded different from the Latin he spoke with me; more melodious, with shorter pauses between the words, like one word flowed into the next. Once we were outside the translocation chamber, I could see that we were on a walkway along a high ridge. Below us was a steep slope that led to a beautiful bay. I could see it clearly in the moonlight. Tall stone buildings were constructed against the side of the slope in several places. We were walking along the path to the flat roof of one of those buildings.

"That's Melita Beach down there and we're heading for the Palatium Elysianum, also known as Elysiana. It's the nicest resort on Melita Bay and one of the best in all Hesperia," he explained.

"How did you pay for all this?" I asked. I knew his family had money, but I had assumed that he didn't have access to it since he never flashed money around like Jason did.

He gave me a sly smile. "This is why my mother adores you, and why my grandmother has decided that you are acceptable. You always seemed surprised that I have money. No one could accuse you of scheming. Let's just say that my monthly stipend from the family trust is more than enough to afford anything I want, but when my mother found out I was bringing you here, she insisted on paying for it. She told me to take my money and spend it on you."

Just his words alone made this the best weekend ever. I had never felt like I belonged anywhere before. My mother had always been emotionally distant and my father was away a lot. I later found out that he was a hunter and that his absences involved killing werewolves, whether they were dangerous or innocent, but I didn't know that then. He was killed by a werewolf when I was ten. I thought my mother had been killed that same night, but she'd actually escaped imprisonment and returned to her true form and home as an air spirit. I'd felt completely abandoned and was still trying to get my head around those feelings. My dad's older brother had then taken me in, but he and his wife were done with kids by that point. Their youngest was a senior in high school when I moved in with them. Of course Uncle Joe was also a hunter and he'd gotten killed trying to exterminate the pack of werewolves on campus, even the friendly and harmless ones like my good friend Lalo.

I'd felt ignored or rejected by everyone my whole life. But now I had Sebastien. And hearing that Sebastian's mother adored me, made me ridiculously happy. And for his haughty, aloof, and sarcastic grandmother to say I was acceptable was almost as good.

"I love you, Sebastian. You don't have to spend your money on me."

"I love you, too, Ethan – or when we're here should I say Etanis?"

"I may not realize you're talking to me if you call my name in Latin."

"Ethan it is, then. Just be aware that all the locals will spell it I-t-h-a-n."

He guided me toward a smaller rotunda closer to the railing. It's walls were adorned with a frieze that was inscribed with the words "Palatium Elysianum – Observatorium". Inside was a structure with three arches arranged in a triangle. One was labeled Egressus, another Ingressus, and the third Receptio Sola. A sign read, Hospes novi visitare receptionem necessant.

I read along, "Does this actually say, `enemies need to visit the reception'?" I asked, incredulously.

He laughed. "That's very close for someone who's only been studying for a few weeks, but hospes means guests. Enemies is hostes. It's confusing because this is Latina Magia, hospes instead of classical hospites for example."

I frowned. "I'm going to have to use you as a translator all weekend, aren't I?"

He shook his head. "There's a magic translator. We'll get one down at reception."

Sebastian led me over to the arch marked "Receptio Sola". He touched the circle with the Roman numeral "I" in it and the arch filled with glowing mist. He took my hand and led me through. On the other side was a large marble hotel lobby. A glowing chandelier was hanging from the ceiling and the room was filled with people, most of whom were wearing knee length tunics in every shade but white. There were a few attractive young women in shorter white tunics and some alluring young men in short white kilts. Both tunics and kilts had the words "Palatium Elysianum" embroidered in green thread around the waist.

Sebastian led me up to the counter and he checked us in. I tried to follow what he was saying, but it was too much, too fast. He handed me a small medallion on a chain and then he put an identical one around his neck. Then he led me over to a shop at the other end of the lobby full of just as much touristy merchandise as any American hotel.

"We're going to get you a translator," he said. Then he turned to the woman behind the counter. She was wearing a knee length white tunic with the hotel logo on it. "Amator meus velit amuletum ad communicandum."

She asked, "Ad communicandum solum Hesperiane aut in linguis aliis."

"Solum Hesperiane, si tibi placet."

She opened the case and took out a silver ear cuff with arcane sigils on it. Sebastian handed her ten big silver coins, the ones mages called argenti. She handed him the ear cuff. He fastened it gently around the outer ridge of my ear. He tapped it with his wand and suddenly I could understand everyone around me. They were still speaking whatever form of Latin they spoke here, but I could understand it.

Sebastian kissed me on the lips and asked, "Can you understand everyone?"

I stood on my tip toes and kissed him back. "Yes. I can. Can they understand me?"

Of course I had my answer as soon as I spoke. I could hear my words coming out in the local language. Sebastian gave me a smile that made me want him to throw me down on the counter and take right me right now in front of everyone. "I can hear every word you say."

The lady behind the counter said, "The amulet is working perfectly, sir."

Then we left the shop to go to our room. One of the handsome young men in a short white kilt was waiting to show us the way. He had a dark olive skin tone, making him look possibly North African. His curly black hair and eyes that were so dark they may as well have been black added to that look. His body was trim and fit, like he spent some time in the gym.

He gave us a little bow. "Good evening, sirs. My name is Amayas and I will attend to your needs while you are here."

Sebastian extended his hand. "It's good to meet you, Amayas. I'm Sebastian and this is Ethan. We'll try not to work you too hard."

Amayas took his hand and smiled. "It's my job, sir." Then he gave both of us a wink. "And sometimes it's my pleasure as well, sirs."

He looked around and saw that we just had Sebastian's messenger bag and my backpack. "Can I take your bags, sirs?"

Sebastian handed Amayas his bag and motioned for me to do the same. I felt stupid because it was just a backpack and I could carry it easily enough, but Amayas seemed to enjoy his duties. Sebastian put his arm around me and we followed our attendant to another arch marked "Ingressus". I knew that it meant "Entrance", but the magic cuff translated it anyway, the words melting from Latin to English at my wish. I'd probably learn a lot of words this weekend.

Sebastian touched the Roman numeral III three times and the archway filled with silvery mist again. "You can do this, too, Ethan. It's not a spell; the archway is enchanted. Use your wand to touch the floor number once for each person who will be passing through."

We walked through the portal and came out of an archway labeled Egressus, which meant "Exit". Amayas led us down the hall to a room with the number CCCII (302). The touch of Sebastian's wand opened the door and the three of us walked into the most amazing hotel suite I'd ever seen. There were multiple rooms. The door opened into a long rectangular sitting room, divided into two sections by a half wall.

The first half had a desk and a small table with four wooden chairs. But the larger section on the other side of the divide contained two sofas and three comfortable looking chairs surrounding a low lying table. There were two doors on the wall opposite the sitting area, one leading to a bathroom and the other to a bedroom that was bigger than our dorm room back at college.

But the most amazing thing about the suite was the long balcony that stretched along its entire length with a view of the bay. When I looked over the railing, I could see another balcony below us for the second floor. Looking upwards I could see four more balconies for the third through sixth floor. I hadn't really seen the front of the hotel since we came in through the roof, but the hotel was built like a six story staircase ascending the slope.

Sebastian came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Do you like it?"

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. I stared up at him with what had to be the goofiest smile ever seen on my face. "I love it!"

He kissed me there under the stars with the wind blowing excitedly along the ridgetop. In the sky, my venti cousins were expressing their exhilaration, shouting their approval, and urging me on. I thought I was going to melt into his chest. He picked me up and spun me around while he crushed my lips and explored every inch of my mouth with his tongue.

When he put me down, we walked back into the room where Amayas was still waiting for us. Sebastian said, "It's 9:00 p.m. here so, while it may still be 4:00 p.m. back home, if we don't order some food soon, the kitchen will be closed. Do you want to look at the menu or do you want me to order something?"

I sat down on the couch. "Just order for both of us. You know what I like."

He opened a small wooden folder like an ancient Roman tablet, but with paper inside it instead of wax panels. He jotted down a few things and then asked, "I'm going to get us some local vestimenta_._ Would you like a short tunic or a knee-length tunic?"

I gave him a smile and asked, "Do you want me to wear a short tunic?"

He sat next to me and put a hand on my thigh, slowly moving it up until it was almost touching my dick. "I think you'd be dead sexy in a tunica brevis."

I put my hand on his thigh and moved it up the same spot on him. He was even more excited than I was. I brushed a finger against his bulge. "Can I see you in a tunica brevis?"

He surprised me by looking over at Amayas. "Sit down while we chat. I'm an American and I get uncomfortable with too much formality."

Amayas smiled and took a seat on one of the chairs, being careful to keep that extremely short kilt arranged so he wasn't exposed. I'd been so overwhelmed by the grandeur of the resort, and Amayas' beauty, that I hadn't noticed how much his necklace of thick silver links resembled a slave collar. His fingers traced a pendant that was suspended from it. It said Quodcumque Desideratum or "whatever is desired".

Sebastian said, "You're more familiar with local custom, Amayas. Do I look too old to wear the tunica brevis?"

Our attendant seemed to think for a moment. "You're young enough, sir, that it wouldn't excite too much comment, although you appear to be at the age of manhood. If you were to shave your face, you would still look like a youth. From what I can see, unless you are much hairier on your legs than on your arms, no one would think anything amiss."

Sebastian gave me a long and passionate kiss. "Do you want me to shave my face, and maybe my legs, so I won't look ridiculous?"

I was blushing at the thought of him in a very short tunic. I kept picturing something as short as that white kilt that Amayas was wearing. But in the end I shook my head. "I like your sexy scruff too much to see you shave it off."

"What about you?" he asked.

The thing about me was that I liked feeling the wind against my skin. If it weren't socially unacceptable, I would wear a speedo and no shirt all the time. Not to mention the fact that I liked the idea that anyone seeing us together would think we looked like a male couple from antiquity, Sebastian as my erastes and me as his eramenus.

I moved my hand up higher so that I was lightly cupping his bulge. "You can put me in the skimpiest tunic you want to see me in."

He grabbed me and kissed me even harder, and he rubbed that scruffy beard of his against my smooth cheek. Then he wagged his eyebrows at me and grabbed the wooden tablet. He started writing again, pausing only long enough to ask Amayas what size he thought we were. Apparently Sebastian was a large and I was either a medium or a small. Sebastian said we'd go with medium because he could shrink one that was too big, but not make a small one grow because he didn't know a spell to create new cloth out of nothing.

Amayas grabbed our tablet, bowed slightly, and took off. His kilt flew up a little and I could see that he was wearing white briefs of some kind that covered his butt when the kilt flew up. I leaned against Sebastian and said, "They shouldn't make him wear a kilt that short. He probably doesn't even know he's flashing his underwear at people when he moves quickly."

Sebastian chuckled. "You're kind of naïve, you know. Didn't you notice that the kilts these guys wear come in varying lengths? They're all short, but Amayas likely chooses one that short because he gets better tips that way."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "So he's not a slave or anything? I saw that necklace and the way he was exposed and I was afraid you'd brought me somewhere that violated human rights on a daily basis."

Sebastian pulled me up onto his lap so I was straddling him and we were looking eye to eye. He said, "Hesperia did away with slavery in 1927, much later than the rest of the world. Everyone here is free now, but mundane citizens like Amayas are classified as plebeians. The mages are all patricians and they hold all the power. Still, no one makes guys like Amayas do anything they don't want. He wears that tunic and the Quodcumque pendant to advertise that he's willing to serve whatever needs the guests may want."

"So he's a prostitute?" I asked.

Sebastian shrugged. "When in Hesperia, do as the Hesperians do. Their culture isn't ours and they don't look down on sex work."

"Is he expecting to have sex with us?" I asked quietly.

Sebastian shrugged. "Maybe. I did pick him because he was looking at me like he really wanted to be our attendant. If you want to have sex with him, we can..."

"NO! I mean, not unless you do."

Sebastian ground his stiff dick against my ass. "I didn't come here to fuck the room attendant, no matter how good looking he is. It's you I want. This weekend is all about you."

I ran my hands across his scruffy jaw and planted a kiss on his lips. "Good! Because that's why I came here. It's you that I want."

He kissed my neck. "Then I'll tell Amayas that we won't be needing those kinds of services and that he can sleep on the couch. Don't worry. I'll let him know he's going to be tipped just as well as if he served us."

I nestled up against Sebastian's chest. "Good. That should make him happy."

He ran his hands through my unruly curls. "I doubt it. The way he was looking at us, he was probably hoping for something else."

We were still making out when Amayas returned with a two level cart. He adjusted the sofa we weren't on so that it was folded down into a small bed. Then he placed a couple platters filled with cheese, flatbread, grilled fish, stuffed squid, fruits, and vegetables on the low table. He also placed two silver chalices next to the food.

We got up and moved over to the couch that had been folded down. Amayas laid out tunics on the other couch, three large ones in black, dark blue, and purple, and three smaller ones in light blue, lavender, and green. All six tunics had beautifully embroidered borders and accents with belts of twisted cord. Sebastian cast a spell that quickly exchanged our clothing for a tunic. He was wearing black and I was wearing light blue. His tunic came down to his knees and, once he'd shrunk it down to a perfect fit, mine came down to mid-thigh, nowhere near as short as I'd thought.

While Amayas was putting our clothes and the other tunics away, I slid my hand up Sebastian's leg running my fingers through his light body hair until I could feel his bare butt. I gave him a smile and said, "Why did you remove our underwear?"

He winked at me and replied, "If we aren't going to let Amayas join us, we should at least give him something to masturbate to while he's sleeping on the couch. Besides, you have an exhibitionist streak and I'm feeling kind of naughty tonight."

Then he helped me get into position on the couch. I was lying in front of him on my side and he was lying behind me like a big spoon to my little spoon. We could easily reach the food on the table in front of us. Amayas came back in and poured wine in the chalices. Sebastian slid his hand up my leg and said, "There is no minimum drinking age in Hesperia, so you're legal here, but I had him bring fruit punch as well."

I reached for a chalice and took a sip. It was cool, but not cold, and it tasted sweet and fruity. I looked back at Sebastian and said, "I think I'll have the wine, but I don't want to get drunk."

He nibbled my ear. "You won't. I had him mix the wine with three fourths fruit juice. It's a Hesperian custom to blend the wine this way, although usually not this dilute."

Sebastian was always thinking of me. He knew that I didn't have experience with alcohol. He was making me feel like an adult, without risking any impairment. That was good. I wanted to be in control of myself so I could remember every wonderful detail about this evening.

My lover fed me tidbits of food and kissed me between each bite. We took breaks to make out, exploring one another with our hands and our lips. I forgot about Amayas's presence except when he refilled our chalices. My thighs were slick from the precum leaking from my painfully erect penis, and my ass was getting slippery from Sebastian's hard cock rubbing between my cheeks. At some point, he'd positioned himself so that we were almost having sex. I moaned as his hand brushed my erection.

I whispered, "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."

He whispered directly into my ear, sending shivers running down my spine. "You're going to cum several times tonight."

I turned so I could stare into his beautiful eyes, so much like brown topaz and so intelligent and compassionate. "Take me to bed and make me a man now, Sebastian. I need you inside me."

He slid his arms under my legs and my shoulder and stood up holding me in his arms. The moment was almost ruined when he stumbled and almost fell. These romantic moves are rarely as smooth in real life as they are in the movies. He was blushing in a very sexy way and chuckled nervously. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Then I said, "I love you, Sebastian. You've made everything tonight perfect for me so far."

Amayas opened the door to the bedroom for us and asked, "Will you be needing my help with anything whatsoever, sirs?"

There was that Latin word again. Quodcumque. He was offering to join us. Sebastian gave him a smile and replied, "I'm sorry. Not this trip. We're still in our honeymoon phase (venustium)."

The phrase honeymoon made my heart skip a beat. Sebastian and I weren't married, and I knew that I was only eighteen, but the idea that we were celebrating the beginning of a lifelong relationship made me dizzy. Despite my youth, I was sure that this man was the one I wanted.

Sebastian carried me into the bedroom and placed me gently on the large bed while Amayas smiled and closed the door. Then he took a crystal out of his bag and sent it hovering over the bed. He took hold of the hem of his tunic and pulled it off like it was an overly long tee shirt. He stood there smiling at me. I looked his fit body over from head to... well, knees because the sight of his lower calves and feet were blocked by the bed. I lay back on the bed and licked my lips.

Sebastian shook his head and gave me a smile. Then he leaped onto the bed and ran his hands up my thighs, pushing my tunic up so he could grab my ass. "You are the most beautiful young man in the world, Ethan, and I am honored to be here with you tonight."

I didn't know what to say in response to that. I wasn't as good with words as he was. Every possibility that ran through my brain seemed cornier than the last. I smiled at him and said, "I've been waiting for this night since the first time we kissed. I don't think I can wait any longer."

He pulled me to a seated position and then drew my tunic off and threw it aside. Then he lowered me back down and kissed my lips. I hadn't had that much alcohol, but I was light headed and my skin tingled everywhere his lips touched. And when he moved to my neck and started kissing along my storm sigils, sparks erupted.

He gave a low chuckle. "You are excited tonight."

"You have no idea," I gasped.

He pressed his hard cock against mine making me cry out in pleasure. "Oh, I think I have some idea," he teased.

I restrained myself from pressing against him because I didn't want to cum too soon. I wanted my orgasm with his seven and half inches inside me, but I was sure I wasn't going to be able to hold out until then. He'd gone back to kissing the traceries made by the sigils, paying special attention to the intricate patterns at the energy nodes of my body. His hands were beneath me, slowly tracing those same sigils along my back like he'd memorized them.

"Everywhere your lips touch me my skin comes alive. Gods above! That feels so good... I don't know... how long I can... fuck me!"

Sebastian ran his tongue along the line of sigils running from my solar plexus to my navel. "If you need to cum, let it happen. I told you that you were going to cum multiple times tonight."

Then he ran his tongue inside my sensitive belly button, making me buck against him and moan incoherently. He teased me for a while, pushing more and more toward the edge until I felt like I was hovering on the brink of orgasm. His mouth moved down and almost touched my cock. He smiled wickedly at me and said, "I'll skip this energy node for now."

Then he lifted my hips and pressed my knees back toward my chest. "Be a good boy and hold your legs back for me."

I took hold of my knees and pulled them back against my chest, exposing myself to my lover. Sebastian had eaten my ass before, but this time was different. Maybe I was just more aroused or maybe I was anticipating having his cock inside me, but when his tongue touched me tonight, I could feel sparks running all along my sigils stronger and more visible than ever before. My hole quivered against him.

"You taste delicious, my sweet beloved, and your beautiful rosebud looks so inviting, surrounded as it is now by those silvery blue sigils. It really looks like the most sensual of flowers in its fullest bloom."

Then he went back to teasing me with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure shooting through my entire body. I don't know how long he licked and probed, but I could feel myself relax and open for him. He pulled my legs back down so that they lay on either side of his hips. Then he kissed me again. "You're relaxed and ready for me, Eramene, but it always hurts a little the first time. I've used magic to get you ready and the spell I used is better than any mundane lubricant, but if it hurts too much, or you want me to stop, just say so."

I was almost delirious with need. "I can take it, Erastes. Just fuck me."

He kissed me again. "Your wish is my command, lover boy."

He rubbed his cock against my hole and then pressed against me. I let out a little gasp, but I was determined not to show too much discomfort because there was now way I was going to let him back out. I wanted this too badly. I managed a smile and said, "Keep going... please."

My thighs were spread out on either side of him and he was running his hands along them. "Take a deep breath and let it out... NOW!"

I inhaled and then breathed out forcefully. Sebastian pushed harder and the head of his cock popped inside my hole. I gave a quick yelp of pain like a kicked puppy. Sebastian held his position, giving me time to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside me. It felt like he'd filled every inch of my ass. I was stuffed like a sausage that had been filled so full that it was ready to burst. There was little discomfort; heck, there was a lot of discomfort. It was almost, but not quite, painful. And the pressure made me feel like I was going to pee. But somehow that strange sensation was still bordering on pleasure. This was my first time, so the discomfort didn't really go away, but the pain associated with it gave way to intense bliss.

He leaned forward and kissed me. Then he brushed my hair back from my sweaty brow. "You're doing fine, dulcissime," he said. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine when he called me "sweetie". "Now do it again."

The next time I exhaled sharply, he slowly eased in another couple of inches. We repeated the process twice more and then he was pressing against something deeper inside me, something that was resisting him. I grimaced and gave a little grunt.

"That's your second sphincter. Since it's your first time, I'm going to make it easier," he said. Then he grabbed his wand and traced a pattern on my belly. "Sphintria secunda erameni mei aperiatur."

Then he pressed the last inch into me. I could feel his trimmed pubes brushing against my smooth cheeks. I cried, "Now I'm yours, Sebastian."

"And I'm yours, pulcherrime." he said as he bent to kiss me.

I had no firsthand experience with anal sex. How could I? Sebastian had resisted every attempt I'd made to get him to take my virginity. However, I had spent a lot of time researching the subject. Of course I hit the porn sites, and that was awesome, but I'd also read as many how-to articles as possible. I'd read everything I could find on techniques. Since I had magic to take care of hygiene and lubrication, I could focus on the practical issues.

The incredible fullness of his cock pressing against the walls of my rectum, stretching my ass and pressing into my colon was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. I tightened my hole, squeezing his cock. I wished I could control that inner sphincter he was talking about so I could please all of him. I wanted him to feel as good as I felt right now. I just assumed it wasn't possible if he couldn't get all the way inside me.

"Now it's time, dilectissime. I'm going to make love to you until you beg me to stop," he said.

He pulled almost all the way out, and then pressed back inside slowly, pressing against my g-spot with each thrust. My erection had wilted when he first entered me, but it became harder with each thrust. The lubrication spell he'd used ensured that I remained slippery enough to take him without any painful rubbing, but his cock was sending waves of pleasure through me. My anus tingled from the sensation of his dick rubbing against it. And every time he brushed against my prostate, my erection throbbed and precum oozed out. And then he slid the last inch inside me. It was like my body had finally decided to take all of him inside me.

I was so surprised that even when my penis had grown soft, my arousal had remained. I had no idea that it was possible to feel so much pleasure when my dick was soft. The feeling of his cock inside me, rubbing against my hole and - because his cock was pretty big - rubbing against the entire length of my rectum. And that pleasure brought my own cock back to life. Now that I was erect again, I was as close to orgasm as I had been before Sebastien had joined us together like this. I moaned softly. "I'm going to cum any second. I can't hold back."

Sebastian ran his hands up and pinched my nipples. "Do it, Ethan. Cum for me, dulcissime eramene."

The pressure continued to build inside my dick. My breathing grew ragged and I started to pant. Sebastian was tall enough to lean over me and stare directly into my eyes while he fucked me. His voice caressed my ears and teased my libido. He kept talking to me sweetly.

"You're so beautiful, Ethan."

"Your culus is so tight, warm, and silky smooth."

"No one has ever made me feel this good, carissime."

"Cum for me, dulcissime. Show me how much you like feeling me inside you."

Within minutes, my orgasm crashed down on me like a tidal wave. My cock swelled and my spunk flew out, the first load landing on the complex sigil design that covered my solar plexus. The second landed on my abdomen. The third pooled in my belly button. The fourth and the fifth oozed out around my extremely sensitive penis. Sparks flashed like blue fire along my sigils, and with each powerful wave of my orgasm, lightning flashed from my body. Sebastian had altered his Serapis medallion to provide him protection, but the stray arcs of blue-white electricity were drawn into the crystal Sebastian had set to hovering above us. It was a good thing; else the room would have been scorched like that time back in New York.

My breathing slowly returned to normal, but Sebastian was red in the face and sweat was pouring from his skin. I said, "You didn't cum."

He shook his head. "I would have, but I promised you that would cum multiple times tonight. So I'm using a spell to hold my own orgasm at bay until I fuck two more loads out of you."

He was so thoughtful. He was doing everything possible to make this night as blissfully memorable as it could possibly be for me. And I loved him with every bit of my heart and soul. "You don't have to do that," I said.

He thrust inside me again. "I know I don't have to, but I want to. This is your night. I want you to remember it for the rest of your life."

I was crying tears of happiness (and maybe a little from the pounding I was taking, the pounding that felt so good that I never wanted it to end). "I don't deserve you, Sebastian, mi eraste."

"You deserve everything, Ethan," he replied with such sincerity that my heart started racing again.

Then he pulled out of me and turned around to prop himself up on the pillows at the head of the bed. He called me over to him and helped me to straddle his cock. It looked even bigger than it had before and it was an angry red color, like it was swollen beyond its normal capacity. He kissed me, barely brushing his lips against mine.

"Now you're going to sit down and take me inside you again," he said, placing his hands under my ass to support me while he guided me down onto him. I felt like my hole was gaping open, but there was still a moment of discomfort as I slid down so that I was impaled completely on his cock.

He scooted back so that he was sitting upright and then he kissed me again, much more forcefully than before, crushing my lips with his and rubbing my smooth skin a little raw with his stubble. He used his hands to guide me up and down on his cock. I only rose high enough for him to almost, but not quite, pull out of me, like he had while I was on my back.

We had no capacity for words. We kissed each other's lips, each other's necks, ears, jaws, shoulders, everywhere we could reach. His hands were warm and firm on my ass and my arms were wrapped around his neck. He marked me with his mouth, leaving small bruises on my flesh. Everyone who saw me would know that I had been marked by him, claimed by him. And when I did the same to him, he moaned loudly.

My first orgasm was much too quick. I'd been so excited that I'd lasted only a couple of minutes once he'd entered me, but the second orgasm took longer. It built more slowly, but it was helped along by my cock rubbing against his sweaty abs. When my moans turned into high pitched whimpers, he began leading me toward orgasm again with his voice.

"Cum for me a second time, dilectissime_._"

"Squeeze my cock with your sweet little culo, carissime eramene."

"Bounce harder on my virga, mi dulcissime. Let me hear your thighs slapping against mine."

The sparks began to build again, and it was like blue fire running along my sigils, only now that I was no longer lying down, they raced up my thighs, arms, and torso on both sides. This orgasm was less urgent than the last, but it was no less pleasurable when it hit me. I threw my head back and cried, "I'm cumming again, Sebastian. Oh. OH. OH. GODS YES!"

Lightning flashed again, only three bolts this time, to match the three times my cock sprayed semen all over our bellies. Once again, the brilliant bolts of energy were drawn into the crystal that hovered above us. But now, I could hear the thunder crash outside. And the lightning played in the sky, while the wind roared mightily against the windows. It wasn't really me doing it. It was my venti cousins. They were excited because I was and they were engaged in wild acts of debauchery that I couldn't see so much as I could feel. Their pleasure was echoing mine.

Sebastian held me while I trembled. Both of us were soaked with sweat and we were breathing hard. We kissed gently until we were once again inhaling gently. Our hearts were beating as one, and we were breathing calmly to the same rhythm.

We waited a few minutes before Sebastian fucked me again, although his cock never lost its hardness. This time, we lay down side by side, him behind me and me with one leg bent to allow him access. He kissed my neck and nibbled my ears. He murmured, "I love this position, but there was no way I was going to be able to get inside a virgin culus this way."

"I'm not a virgin anymore, Sebastian. You've made me a man tonight, and I gave you my virginity."

He pressed his still hard cock against my hole and said, "You would have become a man even without me, Pulcherrime, but I am overjoyed that you allowed me to be the one to share in this important milestone. You didn't so much give your virginity to me as you allowed me to be part of your saying goodbye to it."

He had no difficulty getting inside me this time. I was surprised at how reliant my hole was. It was as if, now that Sebastian had opened me once, he'd shown my culus what to do. Even when nothing was inside me, my body was waiting to be opened again, like Sebastian had unlocked my ass and kept the key.

When he started fucking me again, my cock sprang to erection again. His strong hand took hold of it and began to stroke me slowly in time with his gentle thrusts. The buildup to my third orgasm was even longer than the second. It felt like he was inside me forever, but at the same time it felt like it was over too soon. My body still felt the tingle of my previous orgasms, but I could feel the sparks beginning again in my sigils. It began slowly with only a few tiny arcs of electricity, like a discharge of static. But the frequency and intensity of those arcs rose with the approach of orgasm.

Sebastian had been desperate to cum for however long we'd been together tonight, but that spell he'd used had held him back so he could make sure that I was completely satisfied. I don't think that I could have asked for a more considerate and selfless lover. He was at the point where he was almost whimpering himself, although his were deeper and more manly than mine. I could feel his need radiating off his body.

When I came that third time, it was less forceful, gentler, and almost infinitely sweeter, as if the lack of urgency had made it more tender somehow. Sebastian, on the other hand, had enough urgency for the both of us. While my lover's hand teased one large spray and then a couple more that were little more than trembles in my body accompanied by small spurts of semen, he whispered, "Encantum dimittatur". Even the lightning seemed slow and fitful as it struck the hovering crystal.

Sebastian groaned in my ear, "VIRGA MERLINIS PEDICANS! Your culus is AMAZING! VENI-FUCKING-O! AAAAAAAAGH!"

I loved how he mixed Latin and English in his exclamations when he got excited. And I almost cracked up and ruined the moment when he shouted, "Merlin's ass-fucking staff!" But I swear that I could feel his load shooting deep inside me. I know I could feel his cock throbbing as it sprayed my colon like a firehose. His arms tightened around me, like he was trying to force our bodies to merge into one. At that moment, I wanted nothing more.

When we were both completely drained, I turned in his embrace so I could face him. Completely exhausted, we kissed gently until I fell asleep in his arms.

Sebastian

I woke up before Ethan, but that was no surprise. My beautiful young boyfriend loved his sleep. I needed to go to the bathroom, but I didn't want to get up and disturb him. He was still tucked up against my chest, using my arm as a pillow. His shaggy blond curls spilled all around his head. He was snoring, but it was such a cute little snore that I almost wanted to record it so I could listen to it later. His storm sigils had been glowing the entire time during last night's events, softly during foreplay... and mid-play... and post-coital cuddling, but they'd blazed into fiery luminesce when he was cumming. It was like making love to the physical manifestation of a lightning storm.

I lay there watching him slumber. I didn't want to let go of him and leave the bed, so I muttered a spell to clean myself up; the dried cum on my body, the messiness of my hair, and the sour taste of my mouth. I brushed his hair back from his face and kissed his forehead gently. I couldn't help myself, I kissed his closed eyelids, and then his upturned nose, his little chin and finally his little bow shaped mouth. I knew he was awake when he started kissing me back.

"I could wake up to your kisses every day," he said.

I kissed him with more passion, slipping my tongue inside him and sliding my hand down to rub his bubble butt. "And I love the taste of your kisses."

He chuckled and covered his mouth. "Despite my morning breath?"

I pushed his hand away and kissed him again. Then I shook my head and winked at him. "Nope. Not a chance. I don't love the taste of your kisses despite your morning breath. I love the taste of your kisses and your morning breath."

He turned aside and grabbed his wand so he could mutter a basic hygiene spell. Then he climbed on top of me and planted the best kiss ever on my lips. "No one likes my morning breath, but it was nice of you to say that."

The pressure of his body on my bladder suddenly made my need to go to the bathroom urgent. Ethan wrapped his arms and legs around me and said, "Carry me with you to the bathroom. You wore me out last night and I can't walk this morning."

I tucked my hands under his thighs and half ran to the facilities. Amayas was already up and had tidied the room. He was setting out a simple breakfast of boiled eggs, cheese, flatbread, sliced fruit, and fruit juice. I was hungry from last night's exertion, but I had to take care of business first.

Ethan was still laughing softly when I let him down so we could both urinate at the same time. Then we washed our hands in the basin provided before heading back for breakfast. Ethan put a hand on my arm and said, "We didn't get dressed before coming out of the bedroom. Won't Amayas complain that we're harassing him, or maybe think we changed our mind about... um... including him?"

"Not necessarily. Nudity isn't uncommon in the rooms, even if the attendant is present. He may think we're teasing him, but he'll be used to seeing hotel patrons naked. If you want to, we can go get dressed before breakfast."

He blushed and gave a little shrug. "Well, like you said, when in Hesperia and all. We don't have to get dressed first."

I didn't laugh. I held it back even though I could see that my exhibitionist lover was getting excited at the prospect. And the truth was that the reason I'd chosen a young attendant like Amayas was that I felt less threatened by the idea of a younger guy looking at Ethan's naked body than an older guy. I knew that I could get a little jealous. Hesperian men were much more likely than Americans to be looking at a young tourist to become their newest concubinus. I had faith that Ethan wouldn't throw me off for a wealthy sugar daddy (and it wasn't like a room attendant could afford a boy like Ethan even if he were in the market), but the fear was still there, lurking underneath. It was irrational, but it still made me uncomfortable, like I had to protect him from that kind of attention.

We walked out and took our positions on the couch so we could eat breakfast. Amayas made sure I knew he was interested, by opening his eyes wide and inhaling sharply as he looked in our direction. I gave him a wink and said, "Don't let me forget to tip you before we head out today, Amayas. I plan to make sure that you don't have any reason to regret serving us while we're here."

"Thank you, sir," he replied. Then he asked, "Coffee, tea, or juice? We have Kenyan coffee, Assam, Darjeeling and Gunpowder tea, orange, carrot, pomegranate, grape, apple, and cherry juice."

"I'll have Darjeeling with lemon and a glass of juice, half orange and half pomegranate," I said.

As I expected, Ethan ordered the same. He always at least tried whatever I ordered. It was flattering, really, that he was using me as a role model. We lay there, spooned together Hesperian style, eramenus snuggled up with his back to his erastes. Sometimes Ethan showed hints that he was versatile, but most of the time he wanted me to cuddle him. I assumed that he would eventually become comfortable enough to want to reverse roles. I wanted to feel him inside of me, but I could wait.

After breakfast, we got dressed. I was saving the purple and lavender for us to wear tonight, so I wore dark blue and he wore green. This time we wore our speedos under them in case we wanted them at the beach. I assumed that Ethan would be comfortable playing naked on the sand and in the water, but I wanted to be prepared just in case. We put on hotel sandals that appeared old Roman in style but had modern buckles. Then we went down to the beach. I took my bag, but Ethan put his ID and wallet inside it as well. I'd packed a couple of large beach towels and some other necessities before we came, so the only thing left was a quick spell to protect us from the sun.

Melita Bay was beautiful. It was really an estuary, the outlet from the Triana River. The bay was named after a nereid who lived in the bay. She and her nereid offspring would sometimes make an appearance on the beach or suddenly join up with swimmers. It was a rare occurrence, but it was considered lucky. Of course Ethan and I were on a kind of meliluna, or honeymoon. I wasn't sure I wanted to share him with any nereid, male or female, who showed up. They seldom revealed themselves unless they were attracted to a swimmer.

We walked for a while, hand in hand, along the sand, and when Ethan wanted to get in the water, I rented us a cabanna on the beach. Each vendor had attendants to ensure no one would touch a renter's stuff so we went inside to change.

Ethan pulled off his tunic and then stood there in that tiny gold speedo I'd purchased for him with his hands on his hips. He said, "I never used to wear these, because no one else did, but... dude, they are hot!"

I gave him a very passionate kiss and ran a hand down his sexy sigils. "Very hot, indeed! But you have to decide. Do we go naked on the beach or do we wear our speedos?"

He gave me a quizzical expression. "Is there some difference between who's wearing clothes and who's naked out there because... if so, I didn't catch it."

"Not really," I replied. "In general, men are much more likely to go naked than women. Guys who believe they're hot are more likely to go naked than guys who don't. Young guys are more likely to go naked than older guys."

He turned around and pulled his speedo down, exposing his unbelievably sexy butt. He looked over his shoulder and said, "So what do you think, speedo or bare ass naked?"

I waved my wand and said, "Bracae marinae Etanis deponantur."

His speedo flew off and landed on the beach chair. He whirled around and shouted, "Bracae marinae Sebastiani deponantur!"

My speedo flew off to join his. I grabbed him and picked him up so I could kiss him all over. When we were done laughing, I helped him to attach a cross shoulder strap to hold his wand securely in a holster I had packed for him. Then I attached my own. Just before we left the cabanna I cast one more spell. "Usque ad lucem Etanque Egoque spiremus aquam."

I hugged him as we walked naked out onto the sand. "Now we can breathe underwater if we need to."

He rested his head against my chest and tightened his arm around my waist. "I love being a mage... and I love you."

I kissed his temple and wrapped my arm around his shoulders. "And I love you, Ethan."

We walked along the surf for a while, enjoying the warm breeze and the scent of the ocean. The beach was full of happy people of all ages and body types. While the general rules I'd given Ethan earlier held, it didn't mean that there were no older or less fit people walking around naked, but there was a lot of eye-candy on that beach, almost entirely male, although there were a few women.

After a while Ethan moved his hands down to cover his growing erection. He whispered, "I think I need to get into the water for a while."

"Your wish is my command, carissime." I picked him up and ran into the waves.

We were splashing around more than we were swimming. We were several yards out but I could still stand with the water up to the top of my shoulders, but Ethan was treading water next to me because he was half a head shorter. Periodically, I grabbed him and held him in my arms, feeling his still hard cock pressing against me. Of course, I was in the same shape having felt him poking me in the abs and hips for a while. Luckily there was no one near enough to see us. The waves in this bay were very small since it was narrow and we were a couple miles from the outlet into the depths of the Atlantic, but most of the visitors preferred to stay in the shallows.

I took hold of Ethan and said, "It's time to see if I did that water breathing spell properly."

Before he could say anything, I pulled us both under. I was just teasing him. I knew I'd performed the spell correctly, so I looked into his eyes and inhaled. He closed his eyes, scrunched up his face in an adorable way and then forced his mouth open. Once he realized he wasn't drowning, he started smiling and whooping. Underwater, the sound came out muted.

I grabbed him and started kissing him, exploring his slender body with my hands before taking hold of his erection. We were making out, our tongues caressing one another. If possible, Ethan's sweet mouth tasted even better when lightly salted by the estuary. I ran one hand down his back and rubbed his round butt. His mouth was occupied with my tongue so he moaned deep in his throat when my fingers began exploring that smooth crevice between his cheeks.

I rubbed his hole and he cried out, "Oh damn, Sebastian! How can that feel so good?! It took so much punishment last night!"

I could barely hear him because the water muted our speech, so I made sure to speak loudly. "Are you saying that I punished your ass last night? Because you certainly seemed to enjoy it at the time."

I gave him a playful swat on his butt and he stammered, "NO! Not that. I just meant that you have a very big cock and... I have a small ass. I didn't want to say anything, but I am a little sore today."

He was cute when he was embarrassed. I wasn't enormous at seven and half inches. It's literally the upper limit of what was considered average. But he was right that his ass was small and tight. I kissed him gently and said, "I'll do something about the pain later, but right now I'm going to make it feel better another way."

I whispered the words of the spell to clean him up. Then I turned him upside down with his thighs over my shoulders so I could kiss his ass properly. But I didn't stop with kissing him. I ran my tongue from his scrotum, across his taint and all the way to his tailbone. Then I teased his amazing hole. The poor boy's culus was a little swollen. Hell! It was downright puffy.

"Oh Carissime_!_ I'm going to worship your sweet bootie until it feels better. Would you like that?"

Ethan groaned, "Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!"

I gave all my attention to his bottom. I licked around the rim applying enough pressure to make him feel good, but not enough to make it hurt. Ethan took hold of my thighs to steady himself and captured my cock with his mouth. He swallowed it about halfway and then he bobbed his head up and down. His technique was getting better. He applied just the right amount of suction and his tongue was becoming much stronger and more agile. He was already good enough to make me moan into his ass. If he kept improving at this rate I was in for one hell of a good time.

When his hole relaxed just a bit, I thrust my tongue inside him and caressed the inside of his rectum. Now he was moaning around my cock, and that felt so good my knees started shaking. If we weren't supported by the water all around us, I would probably fall to my knees. Pleasure was beginning to flow through my body, beginning at my cock but spreading to all my extremities. I took hold of Ethan's erection and stroked him gently.

The feeling of his mouth on my dick and the taste of his sweet ass on my tongue was pushing me harder and faster toward orgasm. And Ethan was even closer than I was. His anus was quivering on my tongue and the muscles of his ass were clenching and unclenching. I wanted to time it so we would both shoot our loads at the same, but I came first. I was almost crying from the intensity of my orgasm, but I was somehow able to muster enough control to continue worshiping his ass and stroking him gently.

His entire body clenched repeatedly as he spilled his load. And he gulped my cock into his throat so that my pubes were pressing against his face. We held each other tight until we both stopped trembling, then I turned him right side up so we could make out some more. Suddenly I noticed darker shapes around me and I instinctively reached for my wand. It was a quartet of very handsome young men, their long braided hair waved languidly in the water, and they were naked save for necklaces, bracelets, and anklets made of puki shells.

They put their hands on our shoulders and leaned closer so we could hear them speak. "Greetings cousin, and our cousin's handsome lover."

The speaker was looking at Ethan. He seemed surprised. "Me? Who are you?"

"We're sons of Melita the Nereid, just as you are the grandchild of Aeolus, god of the winds," he replied. "We saw you here and thought it strange to see one with a spirit that was half-ventus beneath the waves."

"My grandfather is a god?" he asked in surprise. I guessed that he hadn't made the connection.

I hugged Ethan closer, staking my claim in case these nereids got any ideas and slipped my wand back into its holster. They had a reputation for being horny. I leaned close enough for my head to touch Ethan's. "Your mother was a sylph; that means that her father or grandfather must have been Aeolus. So yes, mi dilectissime. You are part god yourself."

The leader of the nereids said, "Would you like to see the fabled Cavella Thaumantica, a shrine to our grandfather? Few air breathers ever manage to find it, but those who do are considered lucky. It's a beautiful place to... enjoy one another's company."

Ethan looked to me for advice. He didn't know much about fae spirits of nature. From everything I'd read, I doubted they were dangerous. They were probably as curious about Ethan as he was about them. I thought that I was probably invisible in their eyes being a mere human, but I was wrong. One of them wrapped his arm around mine and stared into my eyes with his dark orbs. He was almost impossibly beautiful.

He placed a kiss on my cheek and said, "Our cousin had chosen his partner well. You are a very handsome mortal. We would love to show you our shrine."

I nodded to Ethan and he said, "Why not? I've never met my ocean relatives before."

Two of them took hold of my arms, and two took hold of Ethan's. The next thing we knew, we were moving through the water at an incredible speed. They took us to the deepest part of the estuary, near the mouth and then we dived and entered a beautiful coral structure. All around us, soft light filtered down through the holes in the structure, illuminating the living coral. No artificial decoration was needed to beautify this place. Living corals, anemones, sponges, and alcyonacea formed the walls. Brightly colored fishes, sea stars, seahorses, shrimp, and other marine animals drifted around them.

The nereids showed us a statue of a bearded sea god made of polished coral with large pearls for eyes. "This is our grandfather, Thaumas, the god of the wonders of the sea. We sometimes bring very lucky humans here so we can honor him by showing him the beauty that the surface world has to offer."

One of the nereids waved his arms around and chanted what felt like a spell, but the water muted the words completely. Currents began rushing through the upper levels of the cavella_,_ and a deep sound started to boom through the shrine. Two others began to sing deep in their throats, their words forming a melody against the droning of the hydrophone.

The mage among them moved closer to us and said, "Honor the God Thaumas. Dance with us."

The nereids were more agile under the waves than we were, but it didn't matter. The two of them who weren't singing joined us in a circle, one of them between us on both sides. And we began to dance through the water without our feet touching the ground. I'd done a lot of things in my life but dancing naked in a circle of hot men was a new experience for me.

I was struck by how different music sounded underwater. It was softer and more muted, but it was also far more resonant. It seemed to seep deep into my body and make my bones sing. The nereids' bodies were firm and muscular and their hands were strong. They didn't touch us sexually, but their hands were on our waists, our hips, our chests, and our shoulders. The feel of their hands on us, and the feel of our hands on their bodies, were working together to get us all in a frenzy. And our excitement was visible for anyone to see.

While we were dancing in a circle, we were joined by another half dozen nereids who were drawn by the music. Half were men and half were women. The newcomers were just as naked and just as well-toned as the original four. They formed a circle behind us but they didn't stay there. Our inner circle broke apart as the four of us were pulled into the arms of dancers behind us. The other two nereids formed a fifth pair.

As we danced, we changed partners. The nereids were careful to keep Ethan and I apart. My first thought was that they were teasing us, but really they knew that we weren't agile enough to keep the beat on our own. They held us close from behind while we danced. We could feel the erections of the men grinding against us, and when we were dancing with the women, their breasts pressed against our backs. It was erotic, and very pleasurable. The fact that we were naked made the dance more sexual than it would have been otherwise, but if we had been clothed nothing in their movements would have been inappropriate. As arousing as it was, it was in the end... simply dancing.

Ethan's eyes almost bulged out of sockets when we were joined by five powerfully built tritons, their fish-like lower bodies allowed them to move even more sinuously than the nereids. And they had torsos that looked as if they had been carved from marble, bulging with muscles. If they were human, they would stand between seven and eight feet tall. The two female tritons had brought horns carved from the shells of some giant sea snail. They played them like ocarinas, using magic to make the water flow through them with enough force to produce the powerful and haunting sounds that echoed through the cavella.

The three male tritons joined us in the dance. They were strong enough to swing even the nereids around, as easily as the nereids spun us. We danced for another hour until both Ethan and I were nearly exhausted. Then we lounged in the beautiful shrine and drank some kind of wine from bladders that resembled spherical wineskins. We chatted about their life under the sea, and all the nereids and tritons gave Ethan very welcoming hugs. I was so happy for him that his elemental cousins were pleased to meet him.

When another hour or so had passed, we made our excuses and four of the nereids ferried us back to the beach near our cabanna.

Ethan

Once we'd gotten dressed, Sebastian took me to the Thermae Elysianae, the Roman style baths in the lower level of the hotel. My head was still spinning from meeting my underwater cousins. I'd had more direct interaction with these nereids than my much closer cousins, the venti. I promised myself that I would rectify that when we got back home.

The baths were amazing. When we stepped through the egressus, we were in a wide hall with a vaulted ceiling. Men and women both were casually removing their clothes and checking them in with an attendant at the desk. Interestingly, Amayas came to the baths with us.

"It's my job to attend you anywhere in the hotel, sirs," he'd insisted.

Some of the guests must have been in less expensive rooms without attendants because they were checking in their own clothes, but Amayas took ours and did it for us. Then he showed us around the baths. The main room had several arches leading to other chambers. One contained a large pool that had water slightly warmer than the air. One wall held open doorways leading to a steam room and a smaller pool with hotter water. Farther from the warm pool was a shower room. On the other side of the chamber there was a cool pool, an exercise room, a massage room, a barber, and a gift shop.

Amayas led us to the shower room. He asked, "Do you want to use soap or the traditional scented oil, sirs?"

Sebastian deferred to me and I replied, "I have to try the original Roman style."

Amayas guided us, but he handed the bottle of oil to Sebastian so he could rub it onto my skin. It felt really good, but I was starting to smell like olive oil. Sebastian licked my neck and said, "Mm. I don't know whether to clean you off or eat you."

I turned around and wrapped my arms around him. "Clean me up now. Eat me later."

He rubbed olive oil on my nose and then licked it off. "You're very demanding today."

I rubbed some of the olive oil off my chest and rubbed it onto his nipple. I licked it off and then bit him. "Losing my virginity has made me cocky."

He ran a hand over my hard cock, making me shudder. "I can see that."

Amayas cleared his throat. "Um... sirs... sex, even just fooling around, isn't allowed in the baths. Sorry."

My ears started burning, and even Sebastian blushed. An older man, with a balding head and a short beard looked over at us and grinned. He patted Sebastian on his shoulder and whispered, "If you need to fuck that boy to calm him down, there are private rooms over by the massage cubicles."

Sebastian hugged me and said, "It's my fault. I just can't keep my hands off this boy."

"You're showing more restraint than I would in your place," the man said.

Sebastian stopped teasing and stroking me. He concentrated on rubbing oil onto my body. Then Amayas showed him how to use the bronze strigil, an L-shaped device like a blunt knife, to scrape the olive oil off my skin. He made sure to get it all. I felt kind of oily afterwards, which didn't make me happy, and I still smelled of olives.

But then it was my turn. I followed Amayas's instructions. And since I wasn't taking time to stroke him, I was a lot faster than he had been. When I'd scraped all the oil off his skin, we stepped over to the shower, where warm water poured over our bodies, removing most of the excess oil. When we stepped out of the spray, Amayas held out large fluffy towels which we used to dry each other. Interestingly enough, the oil was gone at that point, along with the smell of olives.

Then we followed the Roman tradition. We sat in the steam room until we were coated with sweat, then Amayas handed us fresh towels to clean off again. Then we went into the hot tub that was about the same temperature as a jacuzzi. That had the effect of shrinking our erections. And when we exited the hot pool, Amayas handed us yet another fresh fluffy towel.

We spent considerable time in the warm pool. It was the size of an Olympic swimming pool and it was the uniform five feet in depth. We swam around for a while and then sat on the ledges that surrounded the pool which must have been about two and half feet from the floor. Sebastian wrapped an arm around my shoulders. We kissed in a way that was appropriate for a public venue with mixed clientele.

Amayas came and retrieved us. "There's just time for a cold plunge before your couple's massage, sirs."

We hurried over to the room with the cold pool. I hesitated at the edge because I could feel the chill coming from the water, but Sebastian grabbed me from behind. He yelled, "Hold your breath!" then jumped into the water. The cold shocked my body and I started shivering even before breaking the surface.

"Th-that was m-mean!" I said through chattering teeth.

Sebastian wrapped me tight in his arms and shook his head. "Fast is always better than slow with the cool plunge. Why do you think we say "soak" in the hot pool, "swim" in the warm pool, and "plunge" in the cold pool?"

I tried to melt into his chest. "N-now y-you have t-to w-warm me up!"

He carried me over to the steps and out of the water, where Amayas was grinning and holding a big towel. Sebastian dried me off and then wrapped the towel around me. After drying himself, he wrapped his around like a toga, then picked me up and carried me out of the room and into one of the massage rooms. Two men, one olive skinned and the other with brown skin, were waiting in their white kilts. Amayas took our towels and hung them on hooks on the wall.

Both men were very muscular. The darker one said, "My name is Farid and my partner's name is Joaquin. If it's easier, you can call us Faris and Uacinus."

Sebastian told them that we could handle their names easily enough, which made me think that the locals had difficulty with "foreign" sounding names. Then we were directed to lie down on the tables while they massaged the tension out of our muscles. Farid was my masseur and Joaquin was Sebastian's.

I'd never had a massage before, so I didn't have anything to compare it to, but Farid's hands were like magic on my body. He relaxed me in places that I didn't even know were stiff. And he rubbed scented oil into my skin while he worked my muscles. Farid was tracing my sigils with his fingers.

"If you don't mind the question, what are these marks? They are not tattoos," he said.

"They mark me as a half sylph," I replied.

He ran his thumbs down either side of my spine, pressing firmly. "Then you are a grandchild of Aeolus," he said. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "My boyfriend is a grandson of Sylvanus, protector of the forests. He bears sigils like yours, but in green and they resemble twirling vines. They're very sexy, like yours."

Farid never touched me inappropriately, but his hands felt good, nonetheless. He massaged me from the neck down to the feet. I had to stifle a groan when his hands moved to my butt. And when I turned over so he could do my front, my erection flopped onto my belly. Farid grabbed a small towel and draped it over me. "Don't be embarrassed, sir. That happens to most men, especially younger ones."

He'd massaged my ass until it was loose and relaxed, but he studiously avoided my groin, massaging only those parts that were exposed. I glanced over at Sebastian, and he was also tenting his towel. Since he was bigger than me, the tent was more obvious than mine.

When Farid and Joaquin finished, Sebastian and I were so relaxed that we needed help to stand up. Amayas walked over to him, holding a fluffy robe with the hotel logo on it. Once he'd helped Sebastian get dressed, he handed my robe to Sebastian. He'd rightly guessed that my boyfriend would want to help me himself.

Amayas retrieved our clothes and we followed him to our room. We had a little time before dinner, so we cuddled on the couch in our robes, while Amayas fetched us the same mixed wine drinks from earlier. I'd never felt so relaxed. I'd begun by leaning against Sebastian's chest, but soon I was lying with my head in his lap. He stroked my brow and kissed me.

"Have you had a good day, Ethan?" he asked.

"Honestly? This day couldn't have been better. We had the beach. We had the waves. I met real nereids! What are they, really? And is Aeolus really a god?"

Sebastian lifted my head up so I could take a sip of the wine. Then he replied, "I'm glad you're having fun. I wanted this trip to be about more than just sex, even though having sex with you is amazing on its own."

"And the nereids and Aeolus?" I asked.

He smiled at me and asked, "Are you sure you want to know?"

I nodded and he explained. "The nereids are fae, just like dryads, oreads, naiads, meliae, antheads, satyrs, fauns, sylphs, and many others."

I sat up and leaned against him. "Does that mean that Aeolus is also fae?"

Sebastian said, "Yes, my little half-fae lover, almost all the ancient gods are really arch-fae."

"Wait, does that mean that mages worship the fae in the Mage Universalist Church?" I asked.

Sebastian put his hands up in the air like he was warding off an argument. "That's a can of worms. Nico says yes, priests say no. The priests make a difference between the small nature gods and goddesses, which they acknowledge are fae, and the greater gods such as Hermes Trismegistus, Serapis, Hecate-Trivia, Isis, and Apollo. I prefer to leave the matter to others. I'm a mage universalist, but mostly in a cultural sense. I don't know what the gods are. I don't think anyone actually does, no matter what they claim."

Amayas brought out our tunics, the deep purple for Sebastian and the lavender for me. He also brought us some underwear. Sebastian hadn't purchased us any of the traditional subligaria (loincloths). Instead he'd bought us very comfortable briefs that looked like traditional loincloths but had comfortable elastic waistbands.

Sebastian

Ethan had been so excited today. He loved history, especially ancient history, and parts of this trip were like stepping back in time to the Roman Empire. The Hesperians considered themselves to be the true heirs to the glory of Rome. And tonight was going to be another experience drawn from the ancient world.

There were three restaurants in the Elysiana. We were eating in the Cenaculum Duodeviginti, Dining Room 18, the number referred to the eighteen Roman dining couches arranged in groups of three in six different dining areas. Each couch usually held two diners lying together. Ethan and I were on the first couch in the second dining room. I didn't know the other guests, but they were young, my age, not Ethan's, so it was easy to engage them in light conversation.

One pair was a woman and man named Emelia Vascon and Valero Torres. She was the owner of a major fashion house in Milan and he seemed to be her boyfriend. I had the impression that he didn't have a job other than attending to her needs and looking good. He definitely succeeded in that last task. His body was almost as good as Kyle Mason's and he was dressed in a tunic even shorter than Ethan's. And she wasn't shy about touching him everywhere the tunic didn't cover.

The other pair were two men named Kasim Nasser and Lucien Fontaine. Kassim had a thick build, not really fat, but rectangular, like his waist was almost the same width as his shoulders. He had dark olive skin, thick black hair, and a long black beard. He was dressed in a red tunic with embroidered hieroglyphs running down the front. Lucien had darker skin, light brown rather than olive, with caramel colored hair that hung in cornrows. He was slimmer of build and considerably shorter than his companion, but maybe an inch or so taller than Ethan.

Kassim was a mage with the Claustrum Serapeium in Alexandria, the first lodge of the Order of Hermes. His companion was a rogue mage living on the streets of Algiers. Kassim had found and rescued him from a gang of witch hunters when he was only fourteen. Now, he was twenty and Kassim thirty. They'd been married in the Claustrum Serapeium and were celebrating their honeymoon.

"That's so Romantic!" Ethan exclaimed. Then he gave me a look of pure adoration that made me have to kiss him.

Our companions were interesting enough, but the entertainment was very good. There were six groups, musicians, acrobats, dancers, acapella singers, a mime troupe, and fire dancers. Each group performed for 10 minutes in each dining area. The performances were excellent, but the food was superb. As we lay on our couches, servers first brought us a variety of hors d'oeuvres (gustationes in Latin); deviled quail eggs, stuffed mushrooms, asparagus wrapped in bacon, snails cooked in butter, and a variety of pastries, some filled with pate, others with an herbaceous cheese spread, sea urchin roe, or nettle custard. The main course consisted of grilled tuna, roast peacock, lobster, crab, a variety of grilled vegetables, fresh fruit and bread. For dessert, they served a plethora of small cakes, tortes and the most divine tiramisu I'd ever tried. There was more food than we could ever have hoped to eat.

Servers kept the wine flowing. I made sure that Ethan and I had wine mixed at the ratio we'd been enjoying. Since we were in public I didn't slip a hand up Ethan's tunic, no matter how tempting it was. And that was despite the fact that he kept pressing his butt back against my groin. There was no way he was doing it by accident. If he had been, he wouldn't have been flashing me that impish grin every time he did it.

After dinner, we went back to the room. Ethan was almost dancing. "I don't think that food was authentic Roman, but the dinner was awesome. It was set out just like I read in history class."

I wasn't going to argue with him. Several of the dishes had been entirely authentic, but not all of them. Ethan was such a history nerd, and I loved seeing him so happy. We spent an hour or so talking, mostly Ethan talking and me listening. And when he'd wound down, I took him to bed. We made out until he begged me to heal to heal his butt and fuck him again. How could I turn down that offer?

We slept late and then spent Sunday walking the beach and buying souvenirs. I gave him five aurei (gold pieces) and told him it was a gift from my sister. That was a lot of money and he was able to buy things for all his friends. I knew he wouldn't take an expensive gift from me because he didn't like to take my money, so I bought something we could both enjoy. I commissioned a sculpture of the two of us kissing from a mage artist who used magic to carve images from marble. It was twelve inches high and remarkably realistic. Ethan was wearing his lavender tunic and I was wearing the purple.

When we returned to Severan, I felt like we had just returned from our honeymoon.

College Magic Cycle Characters

Mages

·        Clarissa Spencer. RA for the supernatural girls in the dorm. She works for Professor Sybil Thorne, the local representative of the Conclave.

·        David Blume. A 23 year-year-old man, the older brother of Micah Blume. He and his twin brother Jonathon are healers trained at the famous Asclepian Academy in Hesperia. He is the dominant lover of his twin brother. They are part of the master-slave subculture among mages. Both brothers are of average height and build with very light brown skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. David wears his hair short.

·        Desmond Devereaux. A 23-year-old 1st year graduate student in history. He's the fifth floor RA in Baylor Hall. He's dating Viviane Lamont, the fourth floor RA. He's a competent mage, but less good at casting spells quickly. He's six-foot one inch tall and has light brown hair, green eyes, and fair skin. He's not athletic but still looks fit.

·        Ethan Lowry. A 17-year-old boy from Long Island. He stands 67 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds. He has golden blond hair, blue eyes and always has a golden tan. In this story he was working with the hunters. His mother is a sylph (an air spirit) and his own spirit is half human and half ventus (a name for male air spirits). He holds a donum arcanum (magical gift) and is being trained as a mage. He's an orphan who was raised by his uncle, ow also deceased. He is now Sebastian Trent's boyfriend.

·        Jonathon Blume. A 23 year-year-old man, the older brother of Micah Blume. He and his twin brother David are healers trained at the famous Asclepian Academy in Hesperia. He is the submissive lover of his twin brother. They are part of the master-slave subculture among mages. Both brothers are of average height and build with very light brown skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. Jonathon wears his hair loose to his shoulders and keeps his body smooth and hairless.

·        Joseph Lawrence Peters. A freshman in Kieran's writing class who was in the same religious program before school that Kieran was in.

·        Kyle Mason. A 19-year-old college freshman from Kentucky. He's recently developed his latent mind mage powers, but they're weak. Kyle begins the story as a high school athlete who's let himself go a little. He's 74" tall and weighs 250 pounds. He has a muscular build with a layer of fat and a small gut. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He's a closeted gay man and a homophobe. He has a history of beating on gay acting guys who get him aroused. During the New Student Mixer, he raped Kieran Morgan. When he got back to his room, he beat on his smaller roommate Simon until he orgasmed in his pants. In return for these acts, Domenic Chase enslaved him and is turning him into a hot jock bitch. His life has become a prolonged slave training session. He begins to show remorse and even to accept his sexuality but tries to find a way out of his magical enslavement.

·        Micah Blum. An 18-year-old mage boy who rooms with Darren. He used to spend most of his time with his two friends Oliver and Cameron. They were in a polyamorous relationship. Micah is a little afraid of Darren because he's afraid of werewolves. Once he was in an abusive relationship with his older cousin Remuel Adler, but now Micah has chosen Cameron Campbell as his boyfriend.

·        Oliver Rankin. A freshman mage (18 years old), one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell. He describes himself as a rude, arrogant (because he is smarter than everyone around him) and unable to quickly read social cues. He's befriended Kyle Mason and works with him in science lab.

·        Sebastian Trent. A 24-year-old graduate student. He's the RA for his floor and he helps Professor Thorne to wrangle the mage and supernatural scholars on campus. His female counterpart is Clarissa Spencer. Sebastian is 70 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has light brown hair and brown eyes. He was a little overwhelmed with the fallout from Alonzo's spell and Kieran's rape, so he allowed Domenic the leeway he needed to enslave Kyle. Now there's nothing he can do about it. Sebastian is gay. He has older men on campus who blow him in exchange for favors. He seems to have a lot of influence on campus for a grad student. He is dating Ethan Lowry but feels guilty about the age difference.

Places

·        Baylor Hall. A dorm building at Severan College which is used to house the mages and lupipelles (werewolves) on campus. The third floor is use by male supernaturals and the fourth by female supernaturals. The muripelles (wererats) refuse to use this dorm and they stay elsewhere on campus. The dorm has a dining hall on the first floor.

·        Numina Flux Zone (NFZ). This area of southeastern Ohio is a weak spot between the worlds. Magic rituals are easier to perform here, and a higher-than-average number of people born in the region have mage talent, although most of them are never identified or trained. The realms of faerie, umbra, outland, spirit, underworld, astral, dream, and light are easily accessed from this zone. Other realms may or may not be easier to reach from here than from elsewhere. A similar, but smaller zone surrounds the Sagacia Academy and the Ossuarium in the Bayou of Louisiana.

·        Severan College. A fictional private college in fictional Severan Ohio. It was founded by the mage Aurelius Severan, originally to provide mundane college degrees to young mages. To accomplish this goal, mundane professors needed to be hired. Over time, the magical nature of the school became hidden behind a layer of mundane scholars and professors. The college sits near dead center of the numina flux zone that marks a weak spot between the worlds.

·        Severan House. The oldest building on campus was originally the home of Aurelius Severan, the mage who founded the college. Severan House contains offices, a museum, and several mage-only facilities, including a magic circle in the basement to make translocation spells more accurate. Students living at Ibis House and mages visiting from other towns and states use this circle to arrive in Severan.