I'm no writer but I love the craft. The following story will be long and in depth, so each chapter will be quite lengthy as I work to discover a world of magic, mystical creatures and lingering questions about magic. Come, explore with me.
Disclaimer: The following story has gay sex descripted and if this is illegal where you are or if you lack the years to be reading this, don't. This is completely fiction and something I've made up as I go and any resemblance to any other characters is purely coincidental. Without Further Ado...
Deviant Magic - Episode 1. Discovery
I'm running as fast as my legs can carry me. The forest is my home but in the eerie light of darkness it's easy to get lost. I jump over fallen trees and holes as I pant in exhaustion. How long have I been running...?
I know this place. As I see a large rock protruding from the ground I realise where I am. I immediately change the direction I'm running. I know where I need to go.
Eventually I reach my destination. The lake of respite. I know where I'm going. I look over the lake as I take a second to orientate myself. I'm not after the lake. I'm after the small pond, next to the lake. Insignificant in comparison and forever overlooked but it's where I need to go.
I look back towards the edge of the forest as I feel it approaching. I take off in a sprint along the waters shore. I need to reach the other side and the pond before it's too late... Too late for what?...
I keep running and eventually I see the small pond which lies next to the giant cliffside poking out over the lake. This is the place we celebrate summers bliss every year but in the light of the moon it looks menacing and scary. My heart is beating out of my chest in fear and I'm shaking uncontrollably. I need to do this. But what if I don't make it...
I turn around and look over to the other end of the lake and towards the forest I just escaped. I feel it coming closer. The terror that looms grows stronger every second. Eventually I see trees rustling in the distant. It's here. I have to make a decision. This is the only place I can escape.
I start taking off my dark grey tunic by untying the rope around my waist. I slide it over my torso and onto the ground. I decide to keep my loin cloth on, but I shake off my leather boots.
I steal one last glance at the forest and it's now knocking trees over, left and right. I turn towards the pond and leap in, head first.
Before I leapt, I took the deepest breath I could possibly do in the circumstance and with the adrenaline shooting around my body. I start swimming down into the darkness, meanwhile running my hand along the wall I've become accustomed to.
There it is, the opening. Along the grimy and stony wall in the pond is the opening I've always been afraid of. Now it's my only salvation. I take my hands and place them on opposite sides of the opening which is just slightly bigger than myself and I thrust myself deeper into the depths of the water.
The space is tight, and I scrape both arms and legs at the sides where rocks are sticking out into the water. I'm still swimming downwards and the pressure on my lungs is already getting difficult to maintain. It has to be possible.... It has to.
Using my arms to drag myself deeper I slither deeper into the water than I have ever been. Eventually the hole arches upwards and I know I'm saved. I maneuver my body around the bend, now going upwards I know it's only a matter of seconds before I can breathe again. I don't have long left.
The hole opens up and the space above me is bigger than what was below. I'm now able to take full strokes as I move upwards. I swim as fast as I can, but I can't see the end. Panic hits me as I realise, I'm a second away from drowning. There's a fire in my lungs as they ache for air. I keep swimming but no end in sight.
I stop swimming. Put my hands over my mouth trying to force myself not to breathe, but the sensation is too great, and I can't stop it.
I open my mouth and water floods my mouth as I try to breathe. It burns as it runs into my lungs and I convulse in the water. I wrap my arms around my chest as It all goes black.
"Wake up son!" I open my eyes in fright. I instinctively thrash my arms around, not knowing if I'm awake or not, when I feel my arms are being held down. My dad is straddling my chest and holding both my arms above my head, effectively keeping me grounded. "I'm sorry..." I yell as I realise it had happened again. Another nightmare. My dad lets go of my arms as I take in my surroundings. He starts lifting himself off my stomach and groin as I notice a wet sensation. Oh no... "By the god of men. Just get the fuck out of bed... "He yells as he stands up next to me and grabs me by the neck, sitting me up. I look down at my loin cloth and my crotch and I know I must be red from embarrassment at having pissed myself at my age. I'm 16 years old. Which is too fucking old to be pulling crap like this. It's the third time it's happened, this year and it's only mid spring. My dad slaps the back of my head urging me to get up. I jump up immediately as I look back at the small bed that we both share. Even by the village standards, we're very poor. Dad has always taken pride in living off the land as much as possible and he's tried to instill the same with me. But I often find it frustrating that we live with so little. I look at my dad as he drags the goat pelt from the bed. He represents the true elven characteristics. He's tall, very muscular and quick to anger. He stands at 6'3 and his skin is tanned but I know he gets whiter in winter. He has muscles all over his body and his chest is covered with light hair from underneath his belly button to just below his neck. I know dad is only 67 but I think the lifestyle he's chosen has aged him somewhat as I can see several grey hairs already popping up on his dark blond hair that he keeps short, all year long. Elves live roughly about 200 years compared to humans who only live about 70 and I've heard that dwarves only live about 40 years. We're woodsmen and the job we do forces our bodies to become toned and strong. But I'm nowhere near my dad. My ears aren't even as pointy as his. I rub my hands over my left ear as I worry, he's disappointed in me. "Go heat up some water. This place stinks now. Look at what you've done... By the god of men." He says as he turns to me and pushes me towards the wood plank door leading into our only other room in the house. To my right is the door leading outside where I'm heading and to my far-left side is the fireplace where we cook or boil our food. The ground beneath my bare feet is solid mud. I take a bucket sitting by the entry door and head out to the well outside our house. I push the bucket in and lower it down and bring it up, splashing side to side spilling water each time I yank the rope. I take the bucket back inside and using wheat stones, some hay and small chips of wood I start a fire in the fireplace. I prop our black cauldron over the fire as I pour the water in slowly. I sit down on a stool as I watch the cauldron start to boil. I can't believe this happened again. Dad's a nice guy but living with him has made me terrified of the world. Dad has all these stories about how corrupt mages are and how magic taints the world with its existence. I know it's because mom was killed by a dark stalker. A particularly powerful mage who worships the god of chaos. I know for a fact that there are good mages out there who worship kind gods. Like Aldur, in the village. He's a woodland mage and he helps this town thrive with his magic. I know dad hates everything to do with magic, which is why he kept me out of school with the other villagers. Dad worships the god of men. A god of physique who stands for the power of the body and everything natural and pure. All gods are associated with some magic but not the god of man. Some say he's not even real. Doesn't stop magic haters from making him their deity. He even forbids self-loving. Whereas magic users are known to be extremely sexual beings and dad has told me countless horror stories about how they kidnap children for their sex orgies and they use their cum in magic spells to summon demons and some such. A few years ago, when I was 13, I had laid down to take a nap. I leapt on the bed in my tunic, face down. As I lay there, I had begun thinking about a village girl I had met and how cute I thought she was. As I did, I felt a stiffness in my loin cloth. On instinct I clenched my butt cheeks and pushed my crotch into the firm hay mattress below me. It felt really good and I kept going for several moments before dad had caught me. I remember he grabbed me by the tunic and pulled down my loin cloth exposing my bare butt. He started slapping my ass saying I was doing the devils work by pleasuring myself. I felt my cheeks go red as my cock had gone soft between dads' legs as he held me stretched over both legs. Eventually he set me down telling me to never touch myself ever again. It was a naughty penis that only women could touch. I had tried again a few times after but after 3 brutal beatings I began avoiding it. I was 14 when I saw my first girl naked, she was the first person even. Me and dad had been out looking for fallen trees to drag back home when we came across a clearing overlooking the lake of respite where 3 women, 2 teenagers and 1 adult had been washing themselves in, fully nude. I noticed them first and dad caught me watching. He took a few seconds to watch himself and I knew he felt what I did as I saw his excitement by the rising of his loin cloth. I looked away and we walked away. But a few moments later I had told dad I would go for a walk. I leaned against a tree as I had started stroking my cock when dad sprang around the corner. This time he tied my hands to a low hanging branch of a tree and whipped my ass several times. I can still hear his voice and the anger in it. "You. Shall. Not. Give. In. To. Temptation. The evil gods won't have you!" as he whipped me with every word. That was the last time I tried touching myself. I have always been curious about the world. I know my dad hates this quality in me and I've learned to hide it from him but whenever I could, I tried to go exploring and learning from wherever I could. One of my days exploring, I had found the hole in the deep pond next to lake Respite. I have made up many fantasies about what could be below there. Maybe a cave, maybe a water nymph is hiding. I know there's nothing too exciting hiding in our woods as I've lived here my whole life and the only magical creature, I've ever come across was a forest sprite. Dad had told me to stay away and I only caught a glimpse of the bright light coming from the tiny creature surrounded by flowers. It was truly beautiful. And I believe seeing that sprite, was the source of my curiosity. I wanted to see more. My dad could keep me from the world, but he had no clue how my fantasies spiralled. I dreamt of learning how to read and wandering the world, learning about its fantastic creatures and magic users. I was genuinely terrified of magic after everything my dad has ranted about it. But I've spoken to the villagers on our trips in to sell wood, and the trader's son, who is my only friend, has told me some cool stories about the outside world that he's heard from travellers. I come crashing out from my tired, dozy state by dad stepping into the room. "Start washing down already. Have you got a cloth?" He asks as I shake my head in response. Dad sighs as he steps out into the early morning air. It must be just before sunrise as I can hear some birds chirping outside. Dad steps back in and throws me a beige cloth he grabbed from the clothes line by the well. I remove the cauldron from atop the fire and set it down on the floor. I pour a bit more of the cold water from the bucket into the cauldron, so it becomes a more pleasant temperature. Dad takes another stool and sits across from me in the same manner as I am. We both dip our cloths in and bring it up to wipe down our bodies. I make an active decision not to look dad in the eye until I know he's less angry. I'm not sure how long that can take. He hates it when I interrupt his sleep. I look a bit like my dad. I've developed quite early, something my dad took pride in as he often clapped my back and told me I was becoming a man. I share his tanned skin as we're outdoors so much of our day, but I have a slightly darker complexion than my dad. I know my human mother was darker as well, so I know that's where it comes from. Where dad's hair is dark blond mine is light brown with red tones in it. Dad calls it auburn hair. I braid my hair in elvish tradition on the left side of my head going backwards in an intricate pattern I learned from my uncle, many years ago. The right side of my head I keep messy and simply hangs down a little, but I often slick it, when I'm outside working. In my left ear I have an earing with a small silver chain hanging down followed by a small white feather. It's the only thing I have of my moms and I always wear it to remember her by. I don't have any facial hair yet, but I got a trait from my mom that I love seeing whenever I see my reflection in the water. Where dad has light brown eyes, I have two different colors. My right eye is dark blue, and my left is a dark green colour. Most people comment on it, the first time they meet me. But everyone in the village knew my mother and often remarks how nice it is that I take after her. Dad finally speaks. "Your dreams are becoming a worry, son. I'm sending a letter to Larn, he might be able to help." "Sure dad..." I say hanging my head in shame. The unspoken truth between us right now is that dad worries I've been afflicted by some form of magic and his brother, uncle Larn, could say for sure if I have, or not. I rub my warm cloth over my chest feeling my firm pecs as I look down. I have taken after my father and already developed some chest hair on my firm pecs and around my nipples. It lessens as it goes down over my clearly defined six pack and towards my loin cloth. On my legs I still have very little hair, especially on the inside. I turn around and my dad washes my back and I turn around and do the same for him in a routine we've become accustomed to. Eventually we both turn our backs to each other and undo our cloths as we wash our privates. I run my hand along my auburn pubes and bring the warm cloth to my 6-inch flaccid dick, hanging over my hairless testicles. I try to be quick as I don't want to excite myself as I pull my foreskin back and do a quick wash around the head, then below where my dick connects with my balls and then I lift myself off the stool for a moment as I wipe between my cheeks, making sure I wipe my asshole. The warm sensation is always pleasant but with dad sitting only a few inches away I remain focused. I manage to finish without going erect and that is a testament to my fear of my dad. We get dressed and the rest of the day goes the way almost every day goes. Dad goes into the village to buy some food and today he also writes a letter to Larn that he takes with him. We live in a small village called Treya and most of the money we make, we eat, or dad drinks away at the tavern. I've been there with him once or twice and even drank beer with him. I've had to support my dad on a drunken walk home many times before collapsing in bed. Dad enjoys the tavern bur he only talks to a few of the people in the village as most people use some form of magic or another. Most fires are lit by kindling stones which are imbued with fire magic and others use water stones to fill up their tubs. There are many uses for magic and dad avoids as much as he can. I go into my room and drape my bright blue bag I got from dad across my shoulders before I head out. I make sure to put two apples into my bag from a tree outside our house, as I walk around towards the back. I spend the day wandering the woods as I know dad didn't need us to do too much work today, we only need to do some chopping later. A few hours later I go home, and dad informs me he has sent the letter and asked Larn to come visit. He lives in the next village to the north, Mosk, so he might be here in 2 or 3 days. ~~~~~~~~ A week goes by before a knock on our door interrupts mine and dads evening dinner. Rabbit, that he hunted and shot an arrow into, himself. Dad opens the door and hugs his brother I stand up to go to the front door. I've met Larn before, but it was over a year ago since he came to visit last. This time he brought his wife, who is pregnant, judging by the huge belly on her. Only matched by my uncles' own huge belly. Larn is as tall as dad and they share very similar looks except for the fact that Larn is the only Elven man I've ever seen who managed to get fat. Elves have a much easier time building muscles and are often fighters or do physical jobs. But Larn has become a high priest of the followers of the god of man. I guess his job must give him access to lots of food. His belly pushes against his light blue tunic and he wears a sort of grey robe on the outside that goes all the way down to the floor. Our house isn't very big, but dad lets both of them step inside for a moment. "Nice to see you again lad" Larn bellows with a laughter as he pulls me into a hug. "You keep growing I see. Becoming more and more like your father here" He says as he puts a close fist against my firm chest. "Thanks... nice to see you Larn. And Rose." I say as I greet them both. His wife is huge, and incredibly ugly. She has a nose that's fat and almost pokes up, giving her a piggish appearance. She's elven but her hair is not braided but brown and unkempt. She's keeping her right hand on her lower back and her belly is not only fat, but she looks ready to pop out a baby at any moment. "Nice to see you Leon. Oh my, you truly have grown." She greets me. "I'd ask you to come in and share but I'm afraid I don't have the space or food ready at the moment. Can I offer you a meal at our tavern and set you up for the night?" Dad offers Larn and Rose. Larn gives dad a big pat on his shoulder. "Oh Kor, brother. You read me well. I've already ordered a room for us at the tavern and a warm meal is being prepared as we speak. I read your note, but Rose insisted on coming, making the trip, a bit slower than expected. As I'm sure you understand." He says as he nods to Rose who gives a shy nod admitting to delaying Larn. "I'm just glad you came. Let's head out then. Come on, son." Dad says as he looks back at me. "Could I borrow Leon here for a moment while you escort my wife into the village. We'll be with you in a few moments." My uncle says directing it to dad. "Of course, get caught up. We'll see you shortly. Son do what uncle Larn says and everything will be okay" Dad says as he takes Rose's hand and lead her out of the house and down the dirt path towards the village. I've been both dreading this moment as well as looking forward to it. I've only met my uncle a handful of times but every time he comes and visits, he shares stories about the world and he always bring me a gift or two. I don't know how Larn could identify if I have been afflicted with magic or not, but I'm worried about it. "Take a seat Leon, let's talk. Kor tells me you've been having powerful dreams where you scream and throw your arms around. Can you tell me a bit about these dreams Leon?" he says as we both sit down on the wooden bench lining the wall close to the front door. I explain that it's always the same dream. I'm being chased in my dream by some terrible monster that wrecks the forest as it moves. I reach the deep pond by the lake and jump in. I swim down to the opening I had found many years ago and I swim into it. Eventually I find what I think is the exit, but as I swim and swim and swim, I never reach the surface. And end up drowning. Larn looks at me for several moments. "I'm not a magic user, and as you know, in following the god of men I avoid using any in my daily life. I know your dad is much, much, stricter..." He tales a moment to pause before continuing. "With how your mother died, it's understandable. But I don't condone others use of magic. If I did use magic, there would have been several ways to test you, but as a non-magic user. There is only one." "Has your dad told you what might happen if someone used magic on you or if you came in contact with it?" He asks. "Um... no. I mean, he never talks about any of that. He gets angry when I ask stuff. I've heard the kids in the village talk.... You get tainted?" I say trying not to sound like I know nothing of the world. "Yes, taint is very real. When people use magic, they... increase some of their urges. It's very dangerous as it can lead to very poor behaviour, as I'm sure your dad would have told you." Larne says sounding like a teacher now. I get flashes back from being spanked and whipped and know exactly what he's talking about. "Mmm." I respond looking down at the floor. "In spite of it being poor behaviour, it is the only way to know for sure if you've been tainted in some way.... Do you understand what I mean?" He continues calmly. He puts his hand on my leg and I look at him. He looks calm, but I can see a hint of a smile forming. "No, what do you mean?" I say as I look at his hand and back to his face. "Leon, how do I say this. I will need to look at your... privates." "What. No... That's foul and should never be touched" I say spouting words I've heard dad echo several times before. "He is well aware, that this is the only way to know for sure, without the use of magic. He could have done it himself, but his beliefs are stopping him, even if it is for your own good. Now, we don't need to do this, right now. But I have to check to make sure. It's why I came all this way to help you, and your father." He continues. I stare blankly at the floor not knowing what to do. I feel panic rising up and my instincts to run kick in. Every time I've touched myself or done anything in that area I have been beaten badly. Now I'm being told my uncle needs to look at it to see if I have been afflicted by magic. "I'll explain more on the way to the village. Come now Leon. We'll come back to this later." He says as he pats me on the back. We both stand up and walk silently towards the village. Larn explains to me that although dad would be very angry if I had come in contact with magic of any sort, it wouldn't be impossible to get it out. He then explained that magic users are very common where he lives but he promotes a way without magic. He's helped several boys and girls remove magic from their system. He doesn't go into detail about how, but I can tell he knows what he's talking about. As we're walking Larn asks if I've ever been interested in any forms of magic. I take several steps before I decide to trust Larn with something I've never openly said before. "Magic scares me. But I know people use magic items all the time without problems. I want to explore that cave I keep dreaming about but the only way to do that, is to buy Selkie-Breath from the traders." Larn looks at me. "I felt bad for not brining you anything this trip, I know you're not a kid anymore but let me get you the Selkie-Breath. I won't tell your dad if you don't. And later on, you and I will continue our little... examination... Sound good?" My heart soars as he suggests getting it for me. I have been saving some money for a while, but they are quite expensive, and it would have taken me at least another 6 months to afford it. "Okay. Thank you, uncle." I say as we finally reach the village. ~~~~~~~ As we reach the tavern Larn tells me to go inside and join dad and Rose while he ran to the traders for me. I swing open the door to the tavern and I'm greeted by the vibrant air that is almost always accompanying this place. Behind the bar is Patricia, the owner of this establishment and someone my dad always starts flirting with when he gets drunk. She's an older woman in her 40's with black hair cascading down in curls around a red dress. Her dress has embroidery which I know is expensive, so she must make quite good coin from this place. The tavern is lit up by candles along the wall and there are benches and tables strewn along the entire floor with just enough space in between to allow people to walk. There is a second floor to the tavern that I know hosts people coming into the village like my uncle and Rose. There are about 10 people in here in total. Most of them locals but I notice two pretty classy looking teenagers sitting with the local mage in the far-left corner. I catch my dad sitting down, already with a beer in hand next to Rose on the far-right corner of the tavern. I take a seat across from him. Dad asks where Larn went but I just told him he had some business with the local trader which he didn't question. Larn had a lot more money than dad. Larn eventually joined us and dad ordered some soup for me and him. Rose and Larn shared a roast chicken and some peas along with some beer. Rose was the only one who drank wine. Both dad and Larn urged me to join them in drinking but I wasn't in the mood and could only focus on the fact that Larn has the item in his pocket. I could finally go exploring, like I've always wanted. But I was anxious over having to show my naked self in front of someone for the first time in my life. I always hoped it would be a girl... ~~~~~~~~ The evening settles and it starts getting dark when dad is starting to fumble over his words, like usual. Eventually Larn suggests that he and I go back to the house while Rose went to bed and dad stayed in the tavern to drink. He walked over to join a friend of his. Me and Larne trudge back I can tell he's intoxicated as well but nowhere near as much as dad. "I got your little item. I've never seen anything like it. But if this is what you want, then here." He says as he picks up the item from his pocket. I've seen it before but never held it. As he tosses it to me it fits neatly in the palm of my hand. It's cream-white and it almost squishy. I put it in my pocket on my tunic as I feel excited to use it. As we enter back into my house, Larn goes straight into mine and dad's bedroom. It's much smaller than our living space and consists only of a bed, that barely fits two people. And two wooden chests on the floor where we keep our tunics, linen and furs for winter. He takes a seat on the bed and I walk in after him. "Take a seat, Leon, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about." He says as he pats the bed next to me while burping. I sit down and immediately Larn's hand moves to rest on my knee. He pulls up my tunic from just below then knee and starts rubbing my bare skin. He looks at me and with a calm voice he says. "This can be a bad experience, or it can be a good one. You want it to be a good one, don't you?" I nod as I try not to make a face at the strong smell of beer escaping his mouth as he speaks. He's sitting to my right and his left hand is resting on my right knee. I look at him and his dark blond hair resembles dad. But where dad is rugged and defined, Larn is soft and fat. His light brown eyes meet mine as he shifts his torso towards me. "You know, Rose is due to have a baby soon. Women are wonderful but when they are pregnant, they become a bit like monsters. You'll see one day. *Hick* Want me to teach you how to check for magic. You should check me, as I check you." He says with a grin. "Umm... I don't... Um... "I say trying to understand what he means. I've never been in a situation like this before. "I'll show you, it's time you learned. Just follow my directions". He says taking my right hand and placing it on his leg. With his left hand sliding up the outside of my right leg, bringing my up tunic with it. I feel is right hand settling on the inside of my right leg. Slowly stroking my bare skin. Eventually his left hand reaches my loin cloth and moves his hand to the side and undoes the knot keeping it in place. I feel a breeze on my dick as the cloth falls down. His right hand is now moving up my leg and eventually he reaches my flaccid dick. He brushes up against it slowly. I feel a jolt going from my groin through my body. "Now, this isn't so bad, is it?" He says as he gently strokes my cock with his fingers. I feel my cock going from a flaccid 6 inches to a semi hard 7 inches. I close my eyes, not sure how to process what's happening. It feels so good but a part of me is frightened I will get into trouble. With his left hand he reaches up and pushes me on my shoulder, forcing me on my back as he lifts my tunic away from my legs, so he can get a full view. I catch myself on my elbows as he stares straight at me. "Now, you sure have grown. Who would have known little Leon was such a horse." He says as he grabs my now rock hard 9-inch cock with both hands as he starts to bring them up and down. The feeling is unbelievable. I close my eyes and lose myself for a moment. His warm hands clasp around my full length. He moves his left hand and starts to drag my tunic up higher, giving him view of my slightly hairy and rock-hard abs and pecs. He strokes my belly and moves up to finger my nipples. Sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. "Uncle, stop. Please." I say in my baritone voice but feeling nearly powerless to move as my hips start pumping into his hand. Unaware I even had the instinct. "Shh, this must be done. Now let me teach you how to do it." He says as his left hand goes under my lower back and moves me into sitting position. He lets go of my dick and my tunic falls back down over my legs. He stands up in front of me and with a quick movement I see his loin cloth falling to the floor. He starts lifting his tunic up as he grabs my arm and moves it towards his crotch. I'm suddenly disgusted by what's happening. This is not what I want. I don't want to touch his dick or test him for magic or anything. I resist but he pulls my right hand to grasp onto his dick. It's much smaller than mine. Standing erect at 4 inches. My hand isn't even covering the whole thing. "Now, move your hand, like I showed you". He says. "Uncle... I don't want to." I say looking up at his face across his fat belly. "Now you do as I say, or I will tell your father you have been possessed by the most vicious magic there is. What would happen then Leon. Do this, for me, and I will help you." He spouts back at me looking angry. That's when I feel anger rising in me. A second of anger is all it takes, and I shove him in his fat belly and he flops down on the ground by the opposite wall. Before I know what, I've done, I stand up and dash for the door. I run out and head for the woods. My territory. A place, I know I can be safe. ~~~~~~~ I sprint in full speed filled with adrenaline and I can feel my cock moving from leg to leg as I run as I realize I left my loin cloth back in the house. When I finally feel safe, I stop and rest holding my hand against a tree. My heart is thumping loudly in my chest as fear strikes me over the trouble I'm in. I've never been away from home, there is no way I could survive without dad. If I go back, I will be beaten, or worse, dad might just throw me out if he thinks I'm using magic. But I'm not... Am I? I put my hands to my chest as I try to force myself calm. I move my hand under my tunic and feel my soft 6-inch cock hang freely making a big bulge against the front of the fabric. That feeling, was amazing, but was that what dad was warning me about. It entices and then it corrupts... I had no idea what to when I noticed the item still in my pocket. The Selkie breath. Without a second more to think I move towards the lake. ~~~~~~~~ It takes me just about 10 minutes walking to find the lake. Even in this pitch-black darkness I know the forest like the back of my hand. I've walked these dirt paths many times before. I'm glad it's a warm night. I decide to undress before I get in the water. From what I understand this item will last for about two hours and will allow me to breathe underwater. I slip my body into the pond and the water is not freezing but it's colder than I would prefer. I put the creamy white stone in my mouth and bite down. Feeling it buckle under my teeth it eventually pops. A liquid fills my mouth and seems to cover the entire inside of my mouth. It tastes salty and bitter. I feel the coating for a second and suddenly, it's like a small tornado in my mouth. I take several moments to get used to it. It's like if it were a windy day and I opened my mouth. Only, my mouth is closed. I have to breathe out more to let out all the air. It's unlike anything and I find myself amazed before I remember I'm on a clock. I decide to test it safely first. I duck my head under the water while holding my breath. My mouth quickly fills with air and I let most of it go. When I try to breathe in while keeping my lips sealed, I feel my lungs filling with air. Then I let it out. Letting the bubbles rise to the surface. Feeling confident it works, I make the decision to go for it. I start swimming towards the opening. I know exactly where it is, even if It's pitch black and I can't see anything. I kick my legs and finally get to the entrance. I take a second to brace myself before entering what has been my nightmare for the many months. It's as tight as I've dreamed, and I have to force my panic down as I manage to squeeze my arms above my head and pull myself forward, bit by bit. Eventually the underwater cave opens up, just like my dream. I pull myself free and start doing full strokes as I move myself towards the surface. I figure it takes nearly 5 minutes for me to reach the surface. My head penetrates the still surface of the water and I breathe like normal for a second as I take in the view. This is a huge cavern. Fully enclosed the entire space is lit up. I see what looks like a small rock shore and I swim towards it. I pull myself up and stand up. I see what looks like mushrooms that line the entire bottom of the wall. They're glowing. I move towards the rock wall and lean down. When I touch the mushroom, the light goes out and it seems move away from me. How beautiful. As I look around the area, I'm standing on I see that there's nothing here but further down, along the wall I see what looks like an opening. I move towards it. My bare feet careful where they step. The entire floor is incredibly smooth. I reach what looks almost like a man-sized door. The stone opening goes downhill. I look around the cave once more to make sure I didn't miss anything, then I take a careful step in. I'm fully naked and well aware. As soon as I step into the opening, I notice that the floor is much smoother than it was before. It feels almost unnatural. There are none of those glowing mushrooms here so I'm quickly guiding myself in complete darkness as I move my feet forwards little by little. My feet notice that the floor is leaning more and more, and I struggle to not lose my footing and nearly slip several times as I'm still dripping water. I take a step forward and my foot feels stable but as I put my weight on it, I slip and land on my ass. With the combination of my still wet body, the weight of my toned body and the shiny floor I immediately start to slide down. It becomes steeper and steeper and eventually I start screaming as I race downhill faster than I've ever moved in my life. I slide for a very long time, I feel the tunnel twisting left and right several times before going straight down again. Eventually I feel the floor evening out a bit and then the I see light coming towards me. I yell as I slide out into another open and lit cave. Although I'm still on my bare ass sliding down towards the ground, I'm glad to at least be able to see. This is another small cave and I look down towards my feet and I'm moving towards what looks like a giant rock with... hands? My sliding finally comes to a stop as my feet hit what looks like two outstretched hands coming from a smooth black stone. I'm on my back, looking up at the ceiling with my feet raised as I braced myself for the impact of coming to a stop. I take a second to breathe as I lay there with my legs awkwardly split in the air. My heart thumping from having screamed. I feel adrenaline surging around my body. Then I feel something wrapping my feet and dragging my feet up, forcing my body into an awkward position. "Let go! Help" I say as I stumble and unable to see what's happening. The movement stops, and I look at my feet. They're held up by the stone?! I try to wriggle free, but they won't move. I look down below my cock and anus and I see what looks like a face coming from the smooth black stone. It looks at me as I look at it. Realising It's staring straight into my ass and balls I move my hand to cover myself. "What are you?" I say. Feeling worried I might die. Thinking back trying to recall any information about trolls. They're supposed to be stone in sunlight. Maybe that's what this is. The hands raise me a bit higher and my lower back is lifting off the ground. I place my hands to the floor beside me as I try to get an angle on the monster holding me. It opens its mouth and a small sleek tongue escape. Before I can make any protests, the tongue licks my ass and then wraps around my cock. It feels completely cold and quite frankly, terrible. I jerk as it hits my ass but once it's done that, it drops me down to the floor. I pull myself back towards the inclining wall I had just come down from, as I put distance between myself and this thing. The hands move up in a stop motion again and the face disappears. Now motionless, again. As it was when I first came down. I stand up and look around the room. Unlike the other cave this one is just a long hallway. The light is a dark purple and comes from two crystals sitting opposite another entry way. I look back towards the hole I came from, knowing full well that I won't ever be able to climb all the way up there. I must be hundreds of feet below the surface, judging by how far I slid. I feel the onset of panic, but I try to calm myself by knowing there is still an option here. There is only way to go, so I move myself around the strange stone monster and towards the door. I take a second to look at the purple crystals and they look natural but flawless in every way. I move my hands over them, but I can't feel a single crack or wrinkle. Truly amazing. I see light coming from the other end of this doorway, so I know there must be light at least. I've never been so afraid in my life, but I know there is no turning back. As I step out into the next room, I'm blown away by what I see. The space is larger than anything I've seen in my life. It's at least 100 times larger than the tavern in the village and that's the biggest house I've ever seen. I can barely see the end. The cave is oval shaped and along the walls are perfectly formed crystals lighting up the entire room. Along the middle is a walk way of smooth stone leading to some rocks sticking up from the ground. Surrounded by clear black water. "Wow." I gasp audibly. Hearing my echo vibrate across the walls. I start walking towards the center where the rocks are as I scan for another possible exit. I can't see one. Maybe there's something under the water. As I approach the rocks I feel as if someone is watching me. I look around but there's nothing, anywhere. I walk up to the 4 rocks making up the center piece. The formation looks too clean to be natural, but I know there's no way any man could have done this. Maybe dwarves, I think to myself. All four stones stick out from the water on four sides of the flat floor in the middle. I step in and examine the stones on the sides but see nothing unusual about them. Maybe they are natural after all. I look down on the floor and it looks similar to the rock monster that held me before. I see something carved in the floor in front of one of the pillars. I walk over and kneel down. It looks, like writing. I don't know how to read but I know enough that this isn't the common tongue spoken. This look vastly different. I trace my hands along the shape of the letter on the ground. As I run my hands along it, I can almost feel something radiating from it. I put my palm over the symbol and I can feel anger rising into me. I look around and I notice 3 other symbols in front of the other pillars. They're not too far apart from each other. Forming near a perfect circle in the middle. I move to put my hand on the second symbol, I feel sadness wash over me. The third symbol makes me happy and the fourth makes me... jealous? I can't quite make it out, but it's uncomfortable. This must be magic. I think as I look at the letters.... They must be runes. Like the ones used in magic. I sit down and cross my legs as I try to think about what else to do. I can't see a way out and this cavern is humongous. To swim from this center to the opposite end from where I came in would take at least 10 minutes. I look around for any more symbols, but I can't see any. I look towards the entrance I came from but again, I know I can't possibly climb up the slide I came down from. I sit for several moments when I notice the spell in my mouth disappear. It must have run its course now. A light panic hits me as I think of the possibility of never getting out of this cave. After what feels like an hour, my panic has subsided, and I look around again. Putting my feet in the water I move them around. Although it feels like water there are no waves formed when I touch the still surface. I walk around putting my hands on the pillars as I search for anything that could at least tell me what this place is. Even in my strangest fantasies I could never imagine anything like this. I walk back to the stone monster, but it doesn't seem to notice me. I put my hands on it, but nothing happens. I even risk putting my legs back on its hands and still. Nothing. The face is gone and it's not moving anymore. I try to roll it as it's perfectly spherical, but it won't move. I walk back to the circle and look around some more. I know I might die here but at the same time I've never felt so free in my life. Walking around naked, swinging my cock left and right. Exploring this death trap of a cave. It's just like all the wonders I had always hoped I would experience. It's a shame this might be my first and last. I put my face under the black water but somehow, I'm unable to see anything. Feels empty somehow. I sit back down looking over the runes. I put my finger over each rune once again. Suddenly I get an idea. What would happen if I touch all runes at once? The runes are not that far apart. I decide to give it a go. Would I feel a new emotion? I lay down on my back. I spread my legs towards the sad and jealous runes as I stretch my left hand to the anger rune. Last but not least. Happy rune with my right hand. As soon as I touch the last rune the 4 pillars surrounding me all light up dark purple. Like the crystals on the walls. I can feel the entire cavern shaking for a second. I can't move my body. I try to bring my legs back in but I'm stuck spread out with all four limbs. I'm laying on the ground when the shaking returns but for much longer. I'm terrified. What did I do? Suddenly, all crystals go black. Now I'm surrounded by utter darkness. I can't make out a single shape anywhere around me. I try again to move my feet or hands but it's like they're being pulled towards the rune. Stretching me. It's almost painful. "What brings you here?" A voice booms across the empty space. I blink trying to make out any shapes or lights. But still, nothing. "I'm no one. Please let me go." I yell out as I plead. I stare straight ahead at the darkness when a purple light starts to form. A purple flame erupts in front of me. Then another flame starts. Eventually I see the outline of a man as the purple flame outlines his silhouette. It's strange, the flames are lighting up the cavern, but they do nothing for the man. I can't see any features. Just a black void where his body is. "What brought you here?" He asks. "I don't know. Please, I just want to go." I plead. I feel my heart pounding in my chest as I keep trying to get out of the runes. I felt safer with the stone monster than in front of this person. His visage makes me feel so small and insignificant. "I have killed a lot more for a lot less. I ask again. Think about your answer or it will be the last you speak. What brought you here?" He speaks with a deep booming voice that seems demanding. I want to scream that I don't know but I stop myself. I take a second to think before I finally speak. "I've lived in a small house, in a small village, my entire life. My dad is afraid of things he can't understand. But I want to know. I want to explore. I found this cave months ago and only now was I able to swim the depths I needed to get here. What brought me here... was me. And my curiosity." I say in a calmer manner than I knew I could. I'm not sure if it's because of everything that has happened or if it's because I'm fully naked in front of a stranger. But fearing for my life brings a sense of clarity. "You're an odd one... What did you hope to find?" He continues. I feel the runes let me go as I stand up. The mysterious man was floating above me but now he stands on top of the water in between the two pillars by the platform I'm on. I move towards him a little, hoping to get a better glimpse of his face. "I've had many ideas about what I could find. But my only hope. Was adventure." I say openly as I cover myself. Again, I don't know where my words are even coming from. Being in his presence makes me feel that I can be completely truthful but it's more than that. I somehow feel a deeper understanding of myself. "What do you wish for now?" His voice booms across the room. His entire body is outlines by purple flames, but he doesn't seem to move an inch. "I wish it wouldn't end. I want to explore and discover." I respond. The man says nothing but instead takes a step towards me. I decide to stay where I am. When he's finished, he's standing face to face with me. I still can't see anything. There's only black where his body would be. But The flames follow him. Even this close, I can't feel any heat from them. "I will help you, if you want it." He eventually says. I can feel his breath and it smells sweet. "Please." I say, giving him a nod. "Kneel" He yells loudly, making me flinch. But I remain facing him. "Why?" I ask. Not sure if I may have just upset him. The man laughs making the entire cave shake again. "Good... I'll help you, odd one. Take this and begone." He says. His hand moves down towards his body, but I can't see any shapes or what he's actually doing. He then moves his hand to my face and his finger towards my mouth. Without question I open my mouth as he sticks in one finger. As I close my mouth on it, I notice it's covered in something sticky that tastes better than any meal I've ever had. I close my eyes in true bliss. The tip of his finger plays with my tongue. Besides from the sticky sweet juice that was covering his finger I can't taste anything else. I lap over his finger making sure I get all of it before he pulls his hand back out. I open my eyes and expecting to see him, but instead I see lake Respite. End of Chapter 01 - Discovery.