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Chapter 6
I woke up with a startled gasp. My skin was on fire as if I had a fever, even though the night air was cool and crisp. I was covered in sweat, my heart was racing, and my cock was harder than ever, leaking puddles of pre-come over my stomach, legs, and my blankets.
Had this been some sort of premonition? A foreboding to go no further in my mission. For the first time since leaving the Rose Palace, I was truly afraid of what was to come once I crossed the border into Arturia. Now, whenever I thought of the empire, I saw the images of the city on fire in my mind. I never knew why I had such an aversion to flame. Perhaps some locked away memory from when I was child, forgotten when Talin-Na cast his spell to make me forget. I had no choice but to keep going, but I knew these visions would continue to haunt me.
I tried to fall back asleep after my dream, but what rest I did receive was fitful and uneasy.
We started early the next day. Jal said if we walked all day, we'd only have to camp once and could then be at the border as soon as the next morning. Once the early light hit Jal's homestead, I got up from my restless sleep and packed my belongings. Jal had a rain catch on the outside of his cabin with a chain attached. When I pulled it, the water released in several small streams, allowing me to shower away the night sweat and dried pre-come. He even had homemade soaps that smelled of eucalyptus and peppermint. They aided in waking me up. Jal came out of the cabin as I was showering, shirtless again and without his furred throw. He turned to me, clearly caught off guard by my naked body. I supposed after living alone for so long, he wasn't used to finding naked men in his shower. His intense eyes had an immediate effect on my cock, which had deflated only slightly from my morning hardness.
Normally, the excitement of being watched while showering would have been thrilling and exotic. But I remembered Jal's words about leaving that part of his life behind. What could have happened in his life to make him want to give up sex? It would surprise no one that I couldn't imagine my life without it. It was on my mind all the time and every moment of my days involved me thinking how I could get more of it. I wondered if Jal and I would eventually become close enough that he'd share with me what happened. Already I felt drawn to him, as if he was an older brother. A sexy, naked torso, older brother. But in our short time knowing one another, he'd been more open with me than Talin-Na ever had. My master was always so guarded, so closed off, like a chest locked away and full of secrets.
I turned my body away from Jal, hiding my hard cock and pointing my ass towards him. As I did so I wondered if that could be misconstrued as an invitation. Not that I would mind, but I certainly didn't want to make Jal uncomfortable if sex was something he was trying to avoid. I glanced back at him and saw him busying himself with packing bags of food and herbs. I quickly finished and got dressed, once again stuffing my hard cock back into my leather pants. I had a surge of reassurance at the uncomfortable feeling. At least this meant my magic was returning to me.
After I had put on my robe, not bothering to fasten it in the front, I said to Jal, "I'm ready."
He nodded in reply, his eyes quickly moving away from me, and handed me a pack to carry along with my traveling bag. He gave a short whistle, and Fable, Raja, and Clip—who I hadn't seen all morning—emerged from the trees and began following us. We left the same way we entered, through the thicket, and continued east to the border.
The journey passed by uneventfully. Jal and I were both quiet for a good portion of the morning as we continued through the forest. After a while, he began to teach me more about herbal magic. He pointed out more plants that would help restore my strength and magic, which ones could be used to treat wounds, which ones could cure upset stomachs or coughs. I didn't bother telling him that as a mage I could heal my wounds and that we were immune to disease; I'm sure he knew. He was sharing his knowledge with me, and I appreciated it. Herbalism was used by witches and cunning folk, not wizards like me. But having such knowledge could never hurt, especially if I were in a situation where I couldn't summon my power again.
After a while, we stopped for lunch. Jal roasted a pheasant and a rabbit that Clip and Raja had caught, along with carrots and potatoes. It was delicious. If Jal and I parted ways, I would certainly miss his cooking and having a full belly.
When we finished our meal, we started again. The terrain in the forest shifted from soft leaf-covered ground to uneven stones in between patches of grass. I found it difficult to keep pace with Jal who seemed to glide over the rocks with ease like a duck over a pond. Along the way, he continued his lessons from earlier, this time showing me how to survive in the forest: which berries to eat and which ones are poisonous, how to set a trap for small game, how to build a temporary shelter out of branches. I was an eager student, taking in all the new information and only getting distracted by Jal's bare chest on occasion.
When we made camp that night, I wanted to sneak away to relieve the load that had already built up inside me but decided against it. Jal said we weren't far from the border now; we'd be there soon after we set out in the morning. If that was the case, I needed to conserve my magic. If crossing the border was as difficult as Jal said it would be, I was going to need every ounce of strength, and I couldn't afford to waste it on a quick jerk in the woods.
Jal built a fire for us to sleep next to. He offered to show me how to build one as well, but it was the one lesson I wasn't keen on learning. Even fire not conjured by magic scared me. I only smiled and pretended to pay attention as he struck stones together over dry leaves. Once the fire sparked and grew, I felt better, its warmth soothing me. I did help Jal put a circle of stones around it, to keep it from spreading. As long as the stone circle remained in place, I could rest easily.
I slipped out of my clothes, trying to be discreet as possible. I wasn't going to change my habit of sleeping naked just because of Jal's modesty, but I didn't have to present my naked form in full view either. I quickly got beneath blankets and hazarded a glance in Jal's direction. To my surprise, he had also removed all his clothes, but had turned his back to me as well, not letting me get a good view of his cock, the part of him I so desperately wanted to see. However, it wasn't all disappointing as I could see the head between his legs, meaning it must be very large even when it was soft. I was glad to be under the blankets where my own cock went to full erection in seconds, as it always does. I turned to face the other direction and shut my eyes, wondering if I'd ever get to sleep with the thoughts of Jal's massive dick currently running through my mind.
I dreamed of Arturia again, the burning palace, the lake of lava, the dark figure on fire. The closer I got to the empire, the more vivid my dreams became. But this time, something interrupted them before I could wake in a fever. A sweet, melodic, yet haunting music pierced through my dream state, shaking me awake. My cock was still hard and leaking, but my skin wasn't scorching as it had been before. When I realized the music was still playing outside of my dream my breath caught in my throat. I sat up and turned my head in each direction, trying to discern where the music was coming from, but it seemed to be all around me, surrounding me like a pack of wolves surrounding its prey.
The fire had gone out, but the light of the halfmoon let me see enough of the dense forest, enough to know the source of the strange music was nowhere in sight. I kept listening, hoping if I focused, I could pinpoint its location. It was so captivating it was hard to think clearly. It was as if I was still in a dream, except this one was beautiful and full of magic instead of dark and frightening.
I stood up, the blankets falling to the ground, and walked over to Jal. I tapped his shoulder and even lightly shook him. "Jal, do you hear that?"
He remained asleep. I might have thought he was dead if I couldn't have seen his chest rise and fall with his breaths. I soon abandoned my attempts to wake him, called by the alluring melodies. I walked into the forest guided by some unseen force, some apparition I couldn't identify. The music was still all around me, coming from every direction. But as I continued to walk, it grew louder, proving I was moving in the right direction. Some small part of me knew I was stepping on leaves, stones, and branches with my bare feet, but I felt nothing. And the forest itself had grown quiet and still. No nightbirds sang, no crickets chirped, no rustling sounds of nocturnal creatures came from the shrubbery. Only the music was allowed to be heard, piercing every fiber of my being.
My own heartbeat kept rhythm to the music. I brushed back a few branches that were in front of me to reveal a small cliff, water rushing over rocks and emptying into a small pool at the bottom. I couldn't hear the water, only the music. The pool was just in front of me, and in the center stood a man, the water up to his calves. He was playing the violin, the source of the sweet, sweet sounds. Before, the music had sounded like an orchestra, all instruments in harmony together, but now, as I stared at this man, the other instruments faded away, leaving only the seductive notes of his violin.
The man was completely naked and completely erect, his cock sticking straight up, like mine did.
He was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. His body sculpted into a toned and well-defined figure, lean but not bulky. His face conveyed a boyish quality but angled with a strong jaw and a sharp nose. His sky-blue eyes were visible even in the darkness, framed by long and delicate lashes. His hair was short and looked silver in the moonlight that spilled around him. He didn't seem any older than me, maybe younger. Seeing his naked form made me realize that I was also naked. I hadn't put on any of my clothes when I awoke and stumbled toward the music, but I wasn't cold. And like this beautiful young man, I was also completely hard.
I stood there staring and listening for what seemed like hours but must have only been a minute or two, drowning in the music and becoming more aroused by the second. But even though all I wanted to do was reach down and jerk my cock while watching the beautiful man, I didn't move. I knew before long, I wouldn't be able to stand it, but something kept me from touching myself.
The man had been looking down at his instrument, keen on the notes he was playing. But suddenly his eyes turned upward and fixed on me as he continued to play. The striking blueness of them acted like a needle shooting straight through my chest. It made my heart beat almost imperceptibly fast, it made my stomach flutter like it was full of a thousand butterflies, and it made my cock release precum like ale pouring from a spout.
As frightened as I was of this strange man and the power he seemed to hold over me, I couldn't help but be drawn to him as well. In fact, without meaning to, I started toward him. I stepped gingerly into the pool of water which was cool but not cold. It felt soothing and erotic.
The man continued to stare at me, looking directly into my soul, as I walked closer to him. I seemed to float through the water, my naked legs gliding through the shallow pool. Once I was in front of him, he played for only a moment more and, without warning, stopped. He released his bow from the violin and lowered both to his side. I thought the music would have ceased, but it played on in my mind. He released his instrument from his hands, and everything turned to water and fell back into the pool. As my eyes were cast downward to observe the magic, all that was left to look at was his stone hard cock, so close to my own, both pointing toward the midnight sky. Mine was still leaking while his was clean, as beautiful and perfect as he was. I looked back up to his eyes and caught him staring at me. He stepped forward and leaned in to kiss me. As his lips touched mine, so did his cock and I almost came right then and there. I had never in my life been so close without even touching myself. But I somehow staved off my orgasm to keep my magic strong.
The man's kiss was sweet and intoxicating, even more so than his music. His lips tasted like honey and fruit, a sweet nectar that I could drink forever. My mind became even foggier as I drank in the scent and taste of him, everything seemed to be in a haze of lust, like trying to see through mist.
The man started walking me back toward the ground, all the while still kissing me, his tongue moving in and out of my mouth. Part of me wanted to stop only because I knew continuing would inevitably lead to me coming and my magic being drained once again. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard Jal's words about replacing seed with seed. That it would replenish me and make me stronger, especially if it came from magic. The man before me had to be magical, some minor god or forest spirit.
And his magic had enveloped me completely.
After I had backed up and out of the pool, the man placed his hands on my shoulders and with surprising force, pushed me to my knees. His hard cock was now right before my face. I remember thinking how it was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. It was a strange thought to have; I'd never really thought of cocks as beautiful. But there were no other words to describe it. I instinctively leaned forward and placed my lips on the head, a deep hunger in my gut that wanted to satisfy this man and taste every inch of him. When my lips made contact with the hot skin of his cockhead, I felt sparks of electricity discharge between us. It should have been painful but instead only made me more cock-starved.
I wanted to swallow his cock whole, but the man only let me taste and lick it like a dog lapping at water. My own cock was so hard it was straining against me, the skin pulled tight and my precum dripping like raindrops. I looked up into the eyes of the ethereal creature in front of me. He looked down back at me, just as much lust written across his face as mine. His lips were slightly parted, and his eyes shone in the moonlight like an animal's. There on my knees, I was completely under his control. He could ask me to do anything, and I would do it, if only to please him.
"Lie down on your back," he said in a voice like silk and water. It made fire rage within me. I wanted him to ravage me in a way I had never wanted before. Still, my inner voice called out for me to stop, it knew I shouldn't be here. It knew I should save my magic for my quest, but I was too far gone. Too far in the lust haze that clouded my mind.
I did as he said and leaned back onto the forest floor. It surprised me that no sharp stones or sticks pierced my skin. Instead, there was only soft, cool grass. I propped myself up on my arms, still wanting to drink in the sight of the beautiful man. He knelt over me, straddling my naked body and put his hand on my chest, forcing me all the way down. I wanted to touch him, rub my hands over every inch of his perfect body. But I kept them at my side, afraid if I moved too suddenly, he would disappear.
He continued to move downward, positioning himself over my hips. Reaching down, he grasped my cock in his hands, and I instinctively let out a gasp as a shudder rippled through my body, reeling from his touch. With uncanny quickness, he maneuvered my cock to his hole, and it slid inside him with ease, my ample amount of precum providing the necessary lubrication. I gasped again and so did he, his eyes lifting to the sky. The feeling was intense and ecstatic. Out of all the times I had been fucked, I had only ever fucked a man a handful of times. It wasn't the position I usually favored; for whatever reason I loved it when a man took control and used me for his lustful desires. This man was doing the same, but he wanted my cock inside him. The thought was astounding, that this man wanted me.
As he began to rock and buck his hips, moving my incredibly hard dick in and out of his hole, fucking himself on my cock, the voice of reason inside my head shouted. If I came inside him, as I was already so close to doing, my magic would be drained again, and I would be defenseless. I wouldn't be able to use my power to help cross the river border.
"Please," I whispered. "I can't." Even as I said it, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax.
The man had placed his hands on my torso and was rocking back and forth with force, his own cock bobbing up and down, occasionally spilling his own precum onto my stomach. I could sense his lustful need and urgency; I had experienced it myself so often. When your carnal desires overwhelm your judgment, forcing you to give in to the primal parts of your nature, like an animal in heat.
I felt the familiar sensation at the tip of my cockhead. The sensation that I was close to releasing every drop of seed within me. I knew I had crossed that invisible line and there was no coming back from it. In between caught breaths and pants, I was barely able to whisper, "I'm going to come," to this god of sex who had taken over my body.
My announcement only spurred him on more, and he bucked his hips harder than I knew anyone could do. "Yes, my love," he whispered back to me, and at the sound of his erotic voice, I lost all control. I cried out in ecstasy as the first shot of my come erupted from somewhere deep within me. If there had been any woodland creatures that had gathered to witness our lovemaking, they surely would have been scared off by my guttural noises.
I couldn't help but grab the man's hips as I continued to empty myself inside. I could tell that each volley was massive, more than I had ever come before. And the man didn't cease his movement, still rocking back and forth with slower but more forceful thrusts, milking every drop from my cock. Every time he bucked, a small whimper escaped his lips and hearing it only made me release more come, more than I knew I had.
"Yes, yes fill me, my love," he panted.
The sensation was overwhelming but mixed in with the pleasure was a sense of dread. Not only could I feel my seed being released, I felt my magic being drained as well, like a lake running dry. It seeped from my cockhead, mixed with my come, and became part of the man with my cock still inside him. In the haze of the evening, a faint glow left my body and joined his, all my magic given over as a sacrifice.
After what felt like an eternity, my head started to clear enough that the realization of what I'd done hit me, like a wave against the rocks. I gazed up at the man still straddling me, and he was looking down at me with joy and lust.
I could barely form words with my dried mouth, but I managed to stammer out, "My magic," hoping he would understand my predicament.
The man leaned down and kissed me, "It was beautiful, my love." His hands caressed my cheek, and my cock slipped out of his perfect ass.
I was still hard even though I was completely drained. My cock had an aching feeling to it, the kind one gets when they have no come left to give but their dick still hardens from arousal.
"It's all right," the apparition of lust continued, "for you, I can give you a gift in return."
With that, the man raised his body and moved in front of me, gently lifting my legs up so that he had easy access to my hole. I was too much in a fog to say anything, but even if I wanted to, I wouldn't. I had bred this beautiful creature and now he was about to do the same to me. It was like something out of my erotic dreams. The ones that usually ended with me waking to sticky messes all over my blankets.
His movements were quick and elegant, like a stag prancing through the forest. He positioned his cockhead at the entrance to my hole. The touch sent shivers waving through my body, and somehow through what must be an ancient magic, I started to precum again.
He leaned down to kiss me, pouring love from his mouth into mine. As he did, he pressed his hips forward so that his cock slowly entered me. I moaned through our kiss, a deep sound that softened to a whimper. Every time this man touched me, his skin electrified me with pleasure.
He pushed my legs back as his cock sank further into me. Each inch brought more ripples of ecstasy. His dick was larger than mine but not too big, and the perfect thickness and shape. Soon it reached its end, piercing my second hole and sending rivers of precum from my cock.
All the while, we never stopped kissing. If his lips weren't covering mine, he kissed and licked my neck, my chest, my ears, softly biting my lobe which made more gasps and moans escape my throat.
The way this man fucked me was so different than how the king's guards or Kahl took me. His hips moved methodically in a steady rhythm, like his music that still played in my mind. Each time his cock hit the end of my hole, I yelped from the intense feeling it created.
"Do you like the way I fuck you, my love?" he whispered, his hot breath coating my ear.
"Yes. Oh, by the gods, yes."
My cries spurred him to fuck me faster. He looped his arms under my armpits and clasped my shoulders, giving himself enough leverage to push even further inside, ramming his cock into me.
"Please, don't ever stop fucking me," I groaned in between heavy breaths. My entire stomach was coated in my seed. It shocked me that I had any left after he had milked my cock for every drop.
"I won't, my love," he responded. "I'll fuck you forever."
As he said this, his perfect cock struck a spot deep within me, a mark that burned me with euphoria. His dick hit the spot once, then again and again.
"Oh fuck, oh no, I'm going to come again," I screamed.
I meant it as a warning, so he would slow his pace. But he didn't. He fucked me faster, opening me up to the most intense pleasure I ever experienced.
"Yes, my love. Come for me."
Even from all my experience, no man had ever made me come without touching my cock. They had certainly hit the magical spot within me before, which would force seed from my dick, but it was never a full orgasm.
This was.
My seed erupted from my cock, volley after volley of it poured forth, hitting my cheek, my chin, three times on my chest, and the rest mixing with the pre-come already on my stomach. I couldn't believe I had so much left in me. And even after I came, my cock still maintained its stiffness, and I only wanted more sex from the beautiful man.
I begged him to keep fucking me. I meant it when I said I never wanted him to stop.
"Please, give me your seed. I need it." I leaned forward and grabbed his ass, pulling him into me even though he was as deep as anyone could possibly get. Every time his hips rocked back, I helped him thrust into me again.
"I want you to breed my hole," I said through gritted teeth. I added more pleas, wanting this beautiful creature to join me fully, so we'd be one. "I want you to be a part of me. I want a piece of you with me always." I wasn't even sure what I was saying anymore.
"I need to hear it from you, my love?" the man said back to me while the moonlight painted the folds in his sculpted body.
"What?" I panted. "I'll do anything."
"Tell me that you love me. Love me and I'll give you everything."
Even though I had just begged for his seed, I still hesitated at saying his request aloud. But I knew it was the only way.
"Yes, I love you. Oh, I love you." I repeated the mantra over and over, and it set my body aflame. My skin grew hot, and it burned the grass I lay on.
The man kissed me again, and through his lips, he breathed, "My gift to you, my love."
Then he released inside me.
The music that had still been playing inside my mind reached a crescendo. Not just a single violin but an entire orchestra surrounded me as I arched my back ecstasy. My ass instinctively flexed to milk every drop of the man's seed, never getting enough as he poured into me.
Fire inside me bloomed. Lava flowed through my veins. For once in my life, I didn't fear it. I cried out into the night as the man's seed filled me to the brim with his red-hot lust.
I couldn't be sure, but I thought I came again. Warm drops of something wet hit my face and chest. My arms and legs vibrated with intensity, and eventually, I lost feeling in my hands.
"Yes, my love. Feel all of me inside you," the man said.
The sensation of a man releasing his seed inside me returned, but this time, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Energy rushed through me, causing my heart to race. So fast I feared it might explode from my chest.
The forest around me came alive. I tasted the moisture and pollen in the air and saw straight up to the sky all the way to the stars. The sound of every animal that crawled along the ground and flew through the trees invaded my senses. Their chirps, howls, and grunts mixed with the breaths of the man as he continued to climax. I took in more of his seed and each pump sent surges rippling through my body. Surges of something powerful, something strong.
It was magic.
I felt my own power replenish from this man's gift. If my mind were clearer, there would have been no spell out of reach for me. Earth magic would have been child's play, and I would have finally been the master of fire.
Despite the magic flowing through me like floodwaters, I was also extremely exhausted. All the sensations overwhelming my senses made me want to hide away from the world until it passed.
The beautiful man shifted to the ground next to me and wrapped me in his arms; his cock still inside me.
"Rest now, my love."
And I did. I fell asleep in his arms, full of come and magic.