Hello! This is my first submission so please be kind. The usual advisements apply. This story contains graphic sexual encounters of a homoerotic nature between consenting adults. If you are not of legal age to be viewing such content in your state please leave immediately. If you oppose content of this nature then please stop reading now. Any similarities between the characters depicted in this work of fiction to persons outside this world are purely coincidental. If you have any comments or concerns or any feed back at all please feel free to email me at geoceff.weaver@yahoo.com
Chapter One
I felt a strong wind on my face and opened my eyes. I was flying. "Cool..." Scratch that I was falling. Fast. Towards what, where, and why I didn't know. All I could see below me were clouds. Fat with rain and crackling with lightning. "Well shit." I realized then that I was so cold because I was completely naked. "Well no magick for Geoceff. I knew I should have paid better attention in my lessons of spellcraft more than I did." My spellcraft is pretty much only good for creating light to work by. My real power comes from my one true passion. The textile arts. Knitting, crocheting, weaving, spinning, sewing. I ran my hands through my hair hoping to find some fibers to no avail. Not a single strand of spider silk to make a parachute from.I heard a noise and looked over to see my familiar, Icarus, a happy accident. I was practicing making stuffed toys to sell and started with an owl. Unfortunately I didn't have complete control over my magick at the time and some escaped imbuing the empty husk with sentience and my more sarcastic nature. A riot of color and texture, he was flying next to me and I could hear his voice, This is why you should have chosen a different specialty. A shapeshifter, perhaps. Or a wizard instead of a mage so you could make me bigger. "Thanks ever so much, Lord Ass-hat!" I retorted. I held out my hand and hoped that my desperation would make this work. "Grow," I command him but the spell fizzles. He gave me an undignified squawk before coasting away. "Thanks for the assist, you bastard!" I looked back to the clouds below me, hoping this was a dream and that the clouds would catch me in a warm fluffy bed. Nope. Fun fact for the day; clouds are wet and cold. Like freezing-fucking cold. And yes, they have the same affect on your junk that jumping into the ocean would. Shrinkage is never fun, my friends. Especially in the face of inevitable death.I burst through the other side and I was right. Rain and thunder and lightning. My hair was undoubtedly a hot-fucking-mess at that point. I peered through the storm and start to panick. I'm going to land dead center on the roof of the lighthouse where I live. Impaling myself on the lightning rod my teacher had installed last summer."Fuck me running. Really?! We had to put up the stupid rod to collect lightning for power instead of a windmill. Thanks, Gracelyn." I ran my hands through my hair searching for even a single fiber that I might have missed before to no avail. "Son of a bitch." I shifted my gaze back to my impending impalement when I hear a sharp "PEEP" in my ear and wake up. Icarus has lovingly arranged his stash of dead rodents around my pillow and ever so gently woke me so I can show my appreciation. I don't know why he hunts them. He can't eat them."Thanks, Ick. That's really nice but you can keep them." I gather up the dessicated, furry corpses and throw them out the window. He follows them after squawking at me for ruining his artwork. "Love you too..." I wash my hands and try to get a few more winks before-"Geoceff! It's that glorious time again!" Gracelyn called up to me from downstairs. "Dawn Patrol, young man! You have ten minutes before I send Sparky up to motivate you." "Ugh." Dawn Patrol is what I affectionately call our morning exercises. No matter the time we start it's always thirty minutes of meditation followed by yoga until the sun fully clears the horizon. One time I got caught with my hands in Gracelyn's mage kit when I was just a kid. I unwittingly released her familiar, Sparky. A smallish ball of pure lightning. He's basically a supercharged cat fond of weaving between one's legs and leaving your hair standing literally straight up. My punishment for such an infraction was Dawn Patrol from midnight to sun up. I got off lightly. Most familiars would kill anyone who tampered with their master's kit. NEVER touch a mage's kit without permission. Especially if that mage is a Weather Witch with a penchant for storms.With a heavy sigh I got my pasty ass out of bed, shuffled over to the bathroom to perform the morning's necessities. Brush teeth, piss, wash hands and face, brush hair. My shower could wait until after Patrol. I finished the dregs of last night's tea. "Buugh! Lemon. Cold. Gross." Such a wordsmith am I in the mornings.I made my way down the spiral staircase into the kitchen grabbing a pair of knitting needles at random to put my reddish-gold hair up in a messy top-knot. I have a long undercut that reached well past my shoulders. I usually have yarn, ribbon beads, and tassels braided into it. Gracelyn hands me a mug of steaming black tea with blueberries, pomegranate seeds and honey. "You are a beautiful sight this morning." I breathe in the scents letting them accelerate my waking-up-process."Aww thanks! I do try." Grace is far too happy in the mornings."You succeed but I was talking to the tea." I tend to be surly and mean before the sun rises."You're an ass. Speaking of you might want to cover your shame unless you want a burnt butt," she fired back.I glance down to a sea of hairless pale skin and a small, trimmed bush surrounding my manhood. "Mmmm. Yeah." I shuffle back up to my room sipping my morning brew and let my clothes dress me. Wide legged, drawstring trousers. Linen. Lilac. As for my torso I was barely covered with a knitted lace cardigan worn open over my otherwise bare torso. Mid-calf length with wide, bell sleeves. Baby alpaca wool and silk blend. Fifty/fifty. Hunter green, amethyst, sky blue, salmon pink, and warm yellow. "Soft. Good." I shrug my shoulders and finish my tea as I leave the house for the training area. I set my mug down and start to stretch."My my. Aren't we colorful this morning?" Grace greets me with a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Good morning handsome! It's a beautiful day!""I was inspired. Go eclectic or go home." I return her hug, "And it isn't day yet. We haven't greeted the sun. KOALA!" I wrap my arms and legs tight around her and allow my full weight to fall on her. She jabs at my sides tickling me."Are you awake now? Good. Let's begin." We start our meditation. Grace in Lotus pose, me in Child's pose. After our allotted meditation time she leads me through the different poses and positions. Making corrections even though she is facing away from me. The winds tell her what is surrounding her. I can do a similar trick where I extend out threads so thin they are invisible to the naked eye to create a web with which I can see the world around me. I cannot, however, perform single handstands, walk, or even talk when doing it. I'm amazed that Gracelyn hasn't gone crazy for the constant influx of information. Maybe she ignores it, or is used to it, or is actually completely bonkers. Either way she is awe-inspiring."Geoceff. Quit staring at me and drooling. Correct your posture or you'll have to fix the leaks in the roof while I take your place at the market." Yeah. She's definitely insane. We finish Dawn Patrol, Grace with the Eagle and I with the Tree. "Okay! Time for breakfast. Last one inside has to cook!" She got a head start because I didn't see that she was already levitating on a spinning disc of air."Fine. You want to cheat, I'll cheat, too." I focus my mana on her clothes, lift one hand in the air and grab the back of her shirt. Her wind top dissipates as she falls flat on her back. As I'm racing past she trips me with a leg sweep and I go sprawling in the dirt. I reach out again and toss a ribbon I had hidden up my sleeve (quite literally) and it wraps around her ankles tripping her and making any other attempts to beat me in our childish race futile. Or so I thought. I neglected to bind her hands as well allowing her to hit me with a lightning bolt just strong enough to temporarily paralyze me and break my concentration on the ribbon, thus freeing her. Just as the muscles in my legs stop spasming I look up to see her standing in the doorway smiling like a cat who cornered a particularly plump mouse."Ha! I win!" She says with triumphant glee. "You have to cook and no oatmeal or rabbit food today. I want eggs and bacon and potatoes.""Okay fine. But first, just because I like to eat healthily from time to time is no reason to mock me. I'll have the last laugh when your age catches up to you and you have clogged arteries and are a fat, haggard witch. Secondly, inflated ego is such an ugly color on you. You should wear it more often." I duck inside before she can smack me and get to cooking. Everything in the house is super low because Gracelyn is short. Like really short. Like five feet and three-quarters of an inch short and she's really petite, too. She lived here for such a long time, sixty-eight years to be exact and yet she looks no older than thirty, before I came around so rather than buy a few step ladders like any sane person would do she decided it would be more practical to have every surface and cabinet and doorway shortened to her height and width so now when I'm transfixed by a new pattern I'm trying to perfect and write out or have a stitch I don't quite understand I tend to catch my forehead or shoulders or hips on everything. After a hearty breakfast, which finished off our supply of breakfast foods, I gathered my basket and headed to market. "I'm heading out""Don't forget the bacon! And the eggs! And the whisky!""What do we need whisky for?" puzzled because Gracelyn never drinks. She gets upset when I splurge and buy a bottle of cheap wine."To drink! You are almost out of your apprenticeship, young man. When that day comes we shall celebrate!"I had forgotten that the next day was my twenty-third birthday. At which time I would have to leave Gracelyn for a year and a day to prove my mettle as a fully fledged practitioner of magick. An ancient and archaic tradition, especially because our kind has been mostly wiped out by the Hunter King's need to prove he is the most powerful man in the world.Hunters hate magical creatures and those who practice magick because of some long feud starting so many ages ago that nobody remembers why or how it got started, merely that it did. And despite their hatred they use magickal artifacts to hunt, imprison, torture, and eventually kill those they seek. It never has made any sense but it is they way the world is and always has been.Shaking myself out of my reverie, I looked at the list she had pinned to the basket and smiled. "Eggs, flour, sugar, milk, butter... A cake. She is making me a cake." Gracelyn was big on birthdays. She refused to let one be skipped or missed and they were always big affairs. She cooked enough food for an army and despite the fact that we were tolerated by the local village only for her ability to bring rain or re-direct lightning any my wares that brought traders and merchants from far off lands, I had a fair number of acquaintances in the village. Mostly teenagers and young adults who were rebelling against the oldsters. They didn't particularly care for me but as long as their association with me irritated their elders, they would always pay a call on our lighthouse. I suspected some of them were sweet on Gracelyn, too. Little do they know she is well into her fifties.Mages, wizards, witches. Sorcerers and sorceresses. Any practitioner of the magickal arts lived long, beautiful lives. We rarely take ill and when we do it is an illness of our magick itself. Either using too much to the point of exhaustion and death or too little to the point of burning from within, we live a life that must be in balance.I donned an orange, wide-brimmed hat with a point on top and a loose shirt woven of linen and painted with delicate peonies and mumms in varying colors under my cardigan and gathered my staff, a six-foot knitting needle carved of iron-wood with a lead core and titanium capped point. I didn't plan on encountering trouble at the market but then again, nobody ever plans on catching trouble while shopping."Trying to catch the eye of a certain gentlemen, Mr. Weaver?" She cackled as I replied with a rude hand gesture, still walking away. Despite this I still blushed deeply as I walked away. I was looking forward to my weekly trip to market for I would get the chance to chat with Callixtus, the handsome lad who sold precious gemstones and pearls at the market on Sundays. He gathered them on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Cut and polished them on Thursday and friday to sell them on Saturday. Sundays he was free to do as he pleased which was usually to walk through the woods with me.As was my norm on my way to the village I was to meet one of them men from the village in secret in the woods later that night. And as was the norm he left a small pouch of silver coins for me to find. What was not the norm was him actually waiting there for me. I don't mind whoring myself out for extra cash. It is an easy way to support myself on the road. Besides. I enjoy myself during the work and I happen to be very good at it. This specific arrangement has been going on since my eighteenth birthday. When I finally became of age.Morrick first approached me in a false drunken stupor. He kept blathering on about how I was such a pretty girl and pretending he was too drunk to notice I was a boy. I sucked his cock for the first time that night and he paid me. Not for the sexual act, but rather for my silence. He needn't have paid me. He's a handsome man and I wouldn't have blabbed to his wife either way."Morrick. You usually prefer the cover of night. less chance for you pretty wife or any of the other villagers to see what you do when they are not looking." I said to the village's master blacksmith. it was Morrick and his twin brother Alphonse who had presented me with my staff. In secret of course. Alphonse was the village's master woodcarver. They both had beautiful wives whom the other villages looked to for guidance. They both were awful harpies and only spoke ill of Gracelyn and I so I felt little remorse performing their wifely duties for them. Morrick and Alphonse had always been kind to me despite the poison dripping from their wives' mouths."It's been too long, witch." He spat the word out like an insult, which it was, but I didn't mind. It was our normal roleplay. He is the Hunter and I am his captive witch. "I couldn't wait to feel my cock slide into that silken throat of yours. Elise hasn't let me touch her in over a fortnight and my balls full to bursting!" He whimpered in desperation. "Well we wouldn't want you to be distracted at your work and accidentally crush your hand with an ill-aimed hammer blow, now would we?" I purred at him enticingly. We walked further into the woods until we came to a large redwood, the largest in the area by far, and walked around it until we were on the other side of the tree from the path. To our surprise a figure was waiting in the shadows."Brother?" Morrick called confusedly. Apparently neither knew what the other did with me on warm, moonlit nights in the woods. "Alphonse, what are you doing here?""The same thing I assume you are doing. Paying this beautiful witch-boy for sex because your wife is a frigid bitch who refuses to please your primal desires.""I hope you boys don't expect me to run a two for one special. No discounts for the services I provide." I coyly said with a wink and a smile. I stabbed my staff firmly in the ground and placed my hat on top. I started to undo my hair from its coil but Alphonse stopped me."Allow me, witch." With deft fingers he unbound my hair from behind me allowing the loose strands and braids alike to cascade down my back. He wrapped his arms around me and roughly ripped my shirt open, scattering the flower shaped buttons on the forest floor. I reached with my magic for both of their clothes and parted the fronts allowing their hard, dripping cocks into the open air. Morrick's balls were indeed over-full, each the size of a child's fist, and my mouth watered at the sight of them."Well now this just isn't fair," Morrick commented. "Here we are all exposed and you're still looking too modest." He whipped out a wicked looking dagger and proceeded to cut my pants off. I was then completely bare save the linen bandages on my arms and legs. At that point Alphonse finally got a little rough with me. Both were strongly built though Morrick had more muscle, Alphonse was taller by six inches. With brown hair, strong brows, and jaws, they were heartbreakers. Alphonse roughly bent me over and started lapping at my quivering hole causing me to moan in pleasure. "Can't be letting the young witch-whore have all the pleasure, now can we, brother?" Morrick asked of Alphonse."No we certainly can't," came the smug reply. My hole contracted with the feel of his breath cooling the saliva coating my ass. "Why don't you do something about that incessant moaning. His begging is annoying me." With that Morrick opened my mouth, spat in it to make it more wet, and rammed his cock in. He expected me to resist so I did, and "accidentally" scraped my teeth on his sensitive member."Watch the teeth, witch-scum." He slapped me not too roughly and continued to pump in and out of my throat. Letting up every once in awhile to let me breathe. "Here. This will help prevent from any future injury." He produced a metal ring covered in leather with leather straps. He roughly forced it into my mouth just behind my front teeth and strapped it tightly behind my head. He gently slid his cock back in all the way to the base. It kept my mouth open making it easier for me to focus on massaging his head with my throat muscles. This also allowed him to skull-fuck me without impunity. His full, heavy balls smacking my chin with surprising weight.While this had been going on his twin had been alternating between using and combining the use of his mouth, tongue, and finger to loosen and relax the muscles in my ass. This was more for my benefit than theirs as they didn't really want to cause me pain. They needn't have bothered, though as I usually sleep with an anal plug inserted and use the dildos that Alphonse carved for me and their cousin, another of my clients named Timon, the glass maker blew for me. I nearly said as much but I rather liked the moments of tenderness they showed me.By this time my cock was rock hard and leaking precum in a steady stream. "Waste not, want not." Alphonse said gathering the fluid and mixing it with his own to form a lubrication on my winking hole. "Fuck that is a beautiful sight. Brace yourself, Witchling." he grabbed a fist full of my hair and gently pulled on it causing me to whimper in pain. He swirled the head of his pulsating cock around twice before easing in. With a drawn out moan he slid inside of me until his cock was fully sheathed in my tight ass. I started gently contracting the walls of my ass, gradually becoming stronger and stronger until he was gasping for breath. Only when he pulled on my hair again did I obediently sease massaging his cock. He started to slide in and out slowly and softly at first but eventually he was fucking me with such force and speed it was all I could do to remain on my hands and knees. It as only then that I realized why they were so silent. The two twins were passionately embraced and kissing one another with fervor. Anyone else would have found this display of incest revolting but for me it was the most erotic thing I could ever have imagined. With an incredible force of will I did not orgasm just then.Morrick then noticed the shaking in my arms and legs. "Brother, let us change places so we might give our pet here a break.""But of course. We can't have him collapsing when he is at market. The others will become suspicious." With that decided, they both removed their cocks from my body and Morrick nealt on the ground beckoning. I still had the metal ring in my mouth and moved to take it off but Alphonse slapped me with his cock. His balls, like his brother, were swollen with unreleased cum. "None of that now, Witchling. I wouldn't want you to accidentally bite me." He admonished with a smirk and a wink. Like his brother, Alphonse was uncircumcised and his cock was at least nine inches long. They both had neatly trimmed bushes of hair surrounding their cocks and balls. I crawled on my hands and knees toward Morrick with a look of reverent longing in my eyes. "That's it, you filthy witch. Beg for Morrick's cock." He looked at me and spat in my face. I moved to wipe it away but he slapped my hand from my face. "Leave it, slut." I could only nod as I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and licked down his shaft, smelling the clean scent of his bush, and worked my way up his torso to lick on his nipple while tweaking the right one. He moaned in pleasure and pain as I pinched the delicate flesh. Sadly, I knew both of their bodies and what brought them pleasure as well as what caused pain, better than their wives. Morrick brought my face to his, slid the gag down, and kissed me with such passion I was taken aback. He had never showed such an intimate gesture to my person before. Only dominance and longing. He stroked my face gently before slapping it again and placing the gag back in my mouth.He looked deeply into my eyes, "Come, witch. Ride daddy's cock." That was all the invitation I needed. I straddled his lap and slowly allowed him into my warm cunt. His cock pressed heavily against some hidden spot in me causing my body to be wracked with spasms of pleasure. "That's right, little witch-faggot. We've never used this angle, have we. You don't know that there is a spot within your little cunt that causes you mind-numbing pleasure. Al, come use his drool for something other than wetting my shirt."Alphonse removed his pants and positioned himself with his cock resting on my lower lip, flicking it down and releasing it. "He really is a pretty thing, isn't he, Brother?""Yes. He is that. No bend over him a little. Let me get at that tight ring of yours." All I heard then was Morrick's muffled moans and Alphonse's whimpers as he buried his cock in the warmth of my throat and his brother taunted and teased his hole. Thankfully I only had to focus on moving my hips, swirling around his thick cock as Alphonse had taken control of my head. Using me as the sex toy I allowed them to make me into. Saliva and precum were flowing down my throat. Me in a state of pure sexual bliss. But the woodcarver could only take so much stimulation before he was near climax."Brother!" He gasped out as he slid his cock from my mouth. "I am getting close to cumming." He took the gag off of me."Might I suggest something, daddy?" My queerie was directed to Morrick. "You should lie down so Uncle can fuck me at the same time. Won't that be fun?" "My my. Aren't you the inventive little cum-hungry slut." Morrick reclined on the soft grass and I rested on top of him glad for the brief rest. Alphonse positioned himself behind us on his knees, straddling his brothers straightened legs. He aligned his cock with my already tenanted ass and slowly forced his way in. I would have cried out in pain but he had wrapped an arm around my throat cutting off my air. When he was finally all the way in he and his brother started a rhythm. As one would pull out the other would slide in. I was completely wrong before. This was complete sexual nirvana. I knew I would have been moaning and whimpering like a little bitch if not for Uncle's arm around my throat. He and Daddy were making out again, tongues lashing about like two slick eels fighting for dominance. Their rhythm had picked up speed and force driving all three of us to moan intelligibly.I was the first to reach orgasm followed immediately by both brothers at the same time. "Fuck! I'm going to cuuummmm!" I screamed out as my cock exploded with what seemed to be gallons of my cum, sweet from eating mainly fruits and vegetables. The force of my orgasm caused my ass to contract on the twin's cocks which then pushed them over the edge. They both roared and came so forcefully I could actually feel each rope of cum as they rocketed from their cocks. We lay there, all three of us panting, covered in sweat and cum. Morrick surprised me again by licking the cum off of my face and gently passing it to my mouth with his tongue. Alphonse started to pull out first with a hiss but I stopped him. "Wait," I pulled the metal plug that Morrick forged for me with a flower pressed into the base. "Put this in first. I want to carry you both with me." He complied and right as he pulled his and his brother's cocks out of my stretched hole he swiftly slipped the plug in sealing their loads to mix inside my ass."Witchling. Would you mind cleaning my brother off? I seems he is unable to move at present." I immediately got to work lapping up my spunk. As I was about to swallow, Morrick placed a finger to my chin. he positioned my mouth on his and invited me to share my cum with him.He swallowed and smiled, "The cum of mages is so much sweeter than that of mortal men. Come, have a taste, brother." Alphonse was there immediately, feverishly licking his brother's torso until it was nearly clean. He also shared the cum with Morrick. They passed it back and forth so much it sloppily ran down their chins mixed with their spittle. they looked at me and invited me into their passionate embrace. I scooped up the last of my cum and even squeezed a few more precious drops from my softening cock and kissed them both. Our tongues lashed against one another and our cocks twitched and pulsated every time they brushed one another."That was truly incredible, Geoceff. I thank you for sharing your body with my brother and me." Morrick whispered in my ear as I nuzzled into his neck. Now that the roleplay was over he was back to being his normal, sweet self. Alphonse had always called me Witchling ever since I was ten and first came to the village for Gracelyn to do the shopping."I think we had better get him dressed and back on the road before young, Callixtus starts to worry." Alphonse commented wryly as he pulled his trousers on. "Witchling, Would you mind repairing our clothes, and maybe making them release the stains?""Of course! That's easy enough. If only you'll help me find the buttons to my shirt? Not all of them have thread remaining attached." I had already fixed the rips and holes in their clothes and had started on my own. The stains fell of like water on oiled cloth. I changed my pants into a skirt with slits all the way up to the waist on the sides. My shirt I repaired but left unbuttoned. I left my hair unbound and gathered my hat and staff. They both came up to me, each kissed me on a cheek and pinched my buttox. With a squeak I returned their kisses and watched them leave."That skirt looks mighty sexy on you, Witchling. You should not be ashamed to wear clothes others might deem too feminine." Alphonse called to me."Yeah! Fuck what they say!" Morrick added "I will miss them when I leave. They are really the only other people besides Callixtus who treat me as if I matter." I straightened and walked in the opposite direction they went, towards the path, and resumed my trek to the village with a bounce in my step. "Ghost anal. How I love thee."