Deviant Magic

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****Infiltration and Kings

Deviant Magic Ep 13 - War

I've been looking at the ceiling in my room for a while, trying to figure out what I should do. Going to the capital seems like a big risk but I don't know where else I can find the information I need.

As soon as I move I notice the layer of sweat on me from the intense heat of this city, it's like holding your head above a boiling kettle. I've made a decision to leave as soon as I've found a store or the markets.

I quickly head downstairs and pay for some breakfast even though I could probably have gotten it for free with these airheads. As I watch them interact with each other while eating I notice they behave as though there are certain rules and they can't fathom not following them. As if they're unable to think for themselves. I find myself wondering about how they get by in other places.

Eventually I find myself out in the strange city, somewhat dark from the cavernous interior with no sunlight but it's pleasantly lit up by torches, Goliath bodies lighting up the place and the far wall that glows a bright orange from the river of lava running underneath it.

I find what looks like a market with several stone tablets placed in a large opening between buildings. Items are strewn about with very little thought to it and a Goliath stands behind each and every one of the tables.

I browse the items they're selling, some are normal such as a water stone, kindling stones and pots for everyday use. Some seem to be selling strange looking rocks and pieces of cold lava stones.

I spot the item I'm looking for, a satchel. Mine is worn, too small and with more holes than it should have. I've used it as both a blanket and a pillow far too often.

"Hey, how much for the satchel? I ask the Goliath standing there with his mouth agape looking at me as if he's about to drool.

I almost expect to hear a grinding noise when he moves to speak. "The magical satchel or the normal satchel?" He asks.

My eyes scan the table of assorted items again, there's only one satchel here. "Umm, the magical satchel, I guess."

He moves to turn around and he walks into a small house a few steps from his table and quickly returns with a Black leather satchel with golden swirls sewed into the sides along with a black leather strap that seems to be seperate from the bag itself. "This is my Gallifrey Bag, I'm not supposed to sell it as I use it to get rid of things."

"What do you mean, get rid of things?" I ask him as I look the bag over, it's very fine material and expertly crafted.

"You put things in there and they disappear forever." He says motioning as if putting something in it. "I've lost some good things as well."

I put my hand in the bag, it never touches the bottom. I feel around but it feels like a cold vacant space. "Like what?"

"My old loincloth and.... And... another loincloth...." He says.

Just as he says the word I feel something appear in front of my fingers. I pull it out and quickly throw it down on the table. His loincloth appeared in the bag.

"There it is. Can I have that? I'll give you my bag for it." He gestures to the loincloth I threw down.

I grab the bag but leave him with 2 gold pieces for it along with his old loincloth he apparently wanted back.

I begin backtracking my way out of the city. I feel my cock swelling from lack of release but I ignore it as no one here is interesting to me. I could never abuse a Goliath the way Markus does. The idea is tempting when I pass by a house and get a glimpse through an opening a goliath apparently pleasuring himself.

My mind imagines fucking a goliath and a part of me is scared they would burn off my member. A gruesome picture flashes in my head and I refuse to entertain the thought any longer.

I hear a deep laughter inside of myself as Vox apparently finds my scary thoughts amusing.

It doesn't take me long to find my way back to the stairs leading out of the city. I make my trek up the stairs and simultaneously summon forth Brim to be by my side. He looks happy to be out and about again but I wonder if he's unhappy in the spirit realm.

I reach the top which has once again sealed over with a strange combination of soot and ice. There must be some magic at play here but I'm unsure what kind.

A blast of fire from my hands quickly removes enough for me to walk up only to be greeted by the same Goliath standing watch as when I entered.

I look around at the clouds below and I'm not sure if it was the exhaustion I had after the long climb up here but the view looks somewhat different. Like I'm seeing it for the first time, the peaks of mountains sticking out of the clouds like jagged rocks through cotton. I look around and stare in awe at the clear blue skies and how far I can actually see. "Do you know the way to Trinia, the capital?" I ask the goliath as he watches me watching the views,

"It's to the south of `ere". He says blankly.

... ... "And what direction is south?"

He finally points in a direction and I know where to go... or rather, fly. I made a decision to ask Brim to help take me there, I can't take another second away from Sky and the faster I can get to the crystal tablet, the faster I can be in his arms again.

My heart jerks as I think of him. I can't believe someone could have such a powerful effect on me. I miss everything about him, even his tiny horns that he used to jab with me as a joke. The way he would dance when in combat with his relic weapon.

I can't wait another moment. "Brim, could you please fly me to Trinia, or maybe not right into it, but drop me off close by? Please."

Brim walks in the air next to me and cocks its head to the side when I talk. I can tell he understands me but I'm not sure he'll just follow my exact instructions. I wish I knew more about dragons, maybe they have their own language or a command word or something.

He begins walking away from me in the air, a sight I will never get used to. He gets several feet away from me when he starts jumping up into the air higher and higher, always as if he's stepping on some invisible wall.

Just like last time the entire sky flashes bright red as a crimson lightning bolt comes down and strikes Brim. I cover my face from the flash and when I look up he is once again the adult version of himself.

Even the Goliath looks scared out of his mind before he begins running down the stairs yelling "Big Bird!"

"Wow Brim, I've seen this before but it is impressive! You're so big. Oh Wait no no!" I yell as I watch Brim almost land on the snowy ground. I can only imagine the chaos if Brim's weight were to collapse the entire ceiling of the Croma Kingdom. An entire city watching a dragon break the dome over their city.

"Stay there, I'll come to you." I say before summing a gust of air around me and jumping up higher than I've ever done before.

For a moment my mind flashes back to when I was floating over Lake Respite. I would never have imagined my world would change so much in only a short few months.

As I land on Brim's back there are a few glaringly obvious issues, firstly, there is no real space for me on his back due to the spikes streaking along his back and the sides of his body are all very slanted. Also, I'm not sure I ever realized how far off the ground we are, and Brim is still standing still in the air only about 20 feet off the mountain peak. I feel my heart beating faster as I look down.

With a bit of time I find a spot near Brim's neck where the spikes on his back are less dense, I manage to sit down between to and hold on to one in front of me. I tell Brim to take off in the direction of the capital.

I was expecting a lot of wind and turbulence but as soon as his wings expand and he takes flight, it's like the air moves to accommodate his form in the sky. I laugh at the sight before I once again get a glimpse of the ground, now getting further and further away. I feel an uneasy combination of nausea and dizziness. I decide to focus all attention on my rock hard grip of the grey spike in front of me.

The longer I'm in the air, the better it feels, there is no wind and I can barely feel the movements Brim does with his wings. I get the feeling he could fly even with his wings tucked in the way he maneuvers around is unlike any bird I've witnessed.

I focus inward to Vox. "Do you know Brim, and for how long?"

Vox comes booming back as if his voice was my own mind. "I've known him since he was born."

"So, was he once alive, and is now a spirit or how does any of it all work?"

A laughter echoes inside of me, almost to the point I can feel my own stomach muscles react the way they would if I were laughing. "He is the best being to ask these questions to. Not me. But you will find out soon enough."

I feel my eyes roll and I hope it translates to Vox as I decide not to push it more, it felt strange to talk about my friend while on his back.

After some time I notice Vox dips down below the clouds and I can see the capital in the distance.

I stand up as I take in the awe inspiring capital I've heard stories about since I was young.

Behind the city is a large mountain that stretches beyond the city and further, a river splits into two somewhere within the city. But the most fantastical thing about the city are not the rivers or houses but what floats above it.

With two massive white chains tied to either side of the city's further edges and resting in the air above a massive lake at the far end of the city just by the mountain's base, are two large buildings. Tied to the left chain is a giant castle made from what looks like marble or some kind of white stone. The landmass housing the castle is connected to the second landmass floating on the right, with a large garden and a tower resting there. For a second I think back to my conversations with Sky and I now see that the floating isles of Saskia where he's from, are in fact, not islands floating in water, but must be something like this.

The city below is partially shadowed by the two large buildings hovering over it, but the city itself is expansive as anything I have ever seen and it must be nearly ten times the size of Moorea.

I stand there as Brim flies straight for it. "Brim, go down, drop me off around here." I know it would be a few hours walk but it would be fare less damaging than riding in on him.

If I was scared of the height before, it was nothing compared to having Brim nosedive into the forest below. I hold on for dear life although there is still no wind resistance I keep expecting there to be.

Once we get above tree level Brim stops and huffs as he realizes he won't fit without breaking every tree in the area. "It's okay Brim, I'll go from here."

I take a few steps out onto his wings which he keeps stretched before I jump to a nearby tree.

Even though I used air to help guide my jump I didn't account for the poor branches as I break the branch I was aiming for with my weight and I end up falling down and getting a larger sturdier branch hit my stomach. The air escapes my lungs as I heave my body up onto the branch. I wrap my arms around the trunk for a few seconds as my heartbeat normalizes and in my head I think of ways I can avoid flying ever again.

It doesn't take much to jump down to the base of the tree, although these trees are completely unlike the ones at home. These are almost red in their colour and the trunks are twice the size of the trees I used to cut down.

Once on the forest floor I sit down and place my hands on the ground, thankful to be back on it. Brim finally makes his way to my side again, small and cuddly as ever. I didn't notice a flash this time, maybe when he shrinks he is less flashy about it.

With Brim safely put away I begin walking towards the capital. It doesn't take long in this vast forest to come across a dirt road that eventually links up with a paved road where several people are coming and going from Trinia.

A high wall of white stone encompasses the outer rim of the city and a high iron gate hangs in the air above the gate guarded by several guards in all kinds of colours. I know the Yellow Legion guards the north, where I flew from but I actually never saw any of them, they must be in cities other than the Croma Kingdom. It's still strange to see Legions of red, green, yellow and blue all in the same place. I wonder if this has something to do with the destruction of Mooria. I walk behind a cart being dragged by creatures I have never seen before but learned of from Sky, Oxen. The cart moves in a steady pace towards the gates when I realize that every cart is being searched. I feel my heartbeat pick up, my mind races with possibilities but I try not to do anything rash. Unless I have to.

I can eventually hear the guards talking as there are only two groups in front of us.

"Have you seen a brawny half-elf mage in your travels?" He asks the person who replies with a joke that there is no such thing as a muscular mage.

I don't wait another second, I walk backwards towards a large group of people before I beeline for the trees. I try to make it look like I need to take a piss but as soon as I have a few trees between me and the road I slowly move towards the city again with the road on my left.

I walk just out of sight and duck behind a large tree stump before I place my back to white stone wall. I lick my thumb and write the rune I learned from Vox on my chest. I infuse it with my magic before I take a step back inside the stone.

I noticed something shift and quickly walk forwards again when I see I again forgot to infuse my clothes, my pants, vest and satchel all rest on the ground. I quickly get dressed again and infuse all of it with the rune before taking my first steps into Trinia, the capital of all known lands.

It's pitch black and very cold when I'm walking through the stone but when I exit I expect to find myself on a street but instead I'm in a room.

"Oh fuck, yes! Give it to me!" I hear a woman moaning to the side.

I quickly scan the room and notice I'm in the guards barracks, in what looks like someone's office. A guard with only his green breastplate on and nothing below the belt has a woman bent over a desk as he has a leg up on the table, roughly fucking her. He must be from the south legion.

"Take it deeper you..." his head spins around and notices me. His body follows, his wet cock standing at attention. "Who the fuck are you?"

That's all he manages to say. Fortunately I had a few more seconds to react than he did. Using my magic I bend the wood on the table she's leaned over and bind her to it, making sure to wrap her mouth. I send a stone flying into the man's chestplate sending him flying into the wall I just came out of. I gently bend the stone to engulf his body.

"I'm so sorry." I tell him as his face goes from one of shock to one of recognition and anger.

I'm not sure I did it consciously but I left his rock hard cock out in the open with nearly the rest of his body trapped.

I find myself staring at the dripping cock and wanting to do bad things to either him or the woman still bound with her ass up in the air.

Snapping out of it I walk past him, making sure I grab it for a quick squeeze before I walk through the far wall where the woman rests.

I finally found myself out on the street. I lean against the wooden wall I walked through, my cock throbbing painfully as a result of not getting any attention. I grab it, feeling it come alive when I notice a man hanging a tunic to dry on a rack outside his house. He stares at my crotch and I give him a wink before walking down another alley. My cock bounces semi-hard from one leg to the other.

The homes here aren't too different from Moorea, but they are denser, there is less space between each building and several homes seem to connect to each other.

As I'm walking almost alongside the white wall and some buildings I hear a loud gong sound in the distance followed by commotion from all sides. I feel magic encircle me and for a second I release my magic to be ready for anything that might come. However the magic I felt comes from the wall. I look up as a shimmering light expands up into the sky from the wall around the entire city.

I notice people shutting their blinders and closing their doors wherever I go. I avoid a street where a legion guard is patrolling. The sense of the walls closing in on me begins to emerge when I notice a sign I haven't seen for quite some time. Above a small enclosed house was the sign with a flexing arm showing off quite a bit of muscle. Of course they would exist here too.

I knock on the door. No one answers, I knock again. No one answers. I hear the distinct footfalls of guards rounding a corner nearby and I quickly open the door and slam it shut behind me.

The room is bare with only a few cushions on the ground and in the far back is a man hitting what looks like a scarecrow. A bag stuffed with something to make it firm. He's not wearing anything except a loincloth that sits between his cheeks as his muscular leg comes up to hit it again, almost impossibly high and with quite a bit of force.

"Hi, no one answered so I thought I'd try the door. Is it okay if I stay here for a while, I'm guessing this is a church to the god of man." I ask him as I try to look anywhere but at his bulging muscles glistening from sweat.

He stops for a second and looks at me, he has very short brown hair standing at all angles on top of his head with thick bushy eyebrows and light brown eyes. He rubs the back of his hand across his slightly crooked nose and thin lips before speaking. " Had you been a follower of the god of man, you would have known that this place is always open for those seeking its wisdom and strength. I must ask you to leave if you are not a believer."

He takes a few steps towards me and points to the door. He's only a little taller than me but his bulky mass of muscles and broad frame makes even me feel a bit inadequate.

I put my hands up. "No, no. I'm a believer... My uncle is named Larn and he's a high priest within the church." I tell him while gently apologizing to Vox for blatantly lying.

He stops in front of me, and for a second his blank look shifts into a tiny smile. "Welcome brother, you have much to teach me then. We have not had a high priest in Trinia for months." He opens his arms and brings me in for a big hug nearly knocking the air out of my lungs.

He shows me around the church which is really only this room where he explains they practise to increase their physique everyday, then a small room to the right where a person can sleep should they wish and in the back leads out to a small open courtyard with grass and a well with a bucket and several stools.

He asks me to help him wash which I accepted faster than I should have. He takes a seat on a stool and I grab the bucket with water and soap which is not very warm but the warm summer air must help make it better.

Using the cloth I begin washing his back, for a second I think I see Ryan, they share a similar physique. I try not to focus too much on the growing member between my legs. My experience with my dad and his views on both magic and anything he deemed "Unnatural", I won't be making any moves on this person. Oh no.

Without realising I've begun a deep clean between his cheeks while letting my mind slip. He turns as I hide my third leg as best I can.

"Is it customary to clean this area so thoroughly?" he asks bluntly.

I try to act calm. "The body should be clean and cared for, inside and out."

He shifts his body a bit giving me more access to his rump as he grunts in response. I can't not play with him a little now. Can I?

I use both the cloth and my hands now to feel his firm, smooth cheeks before sliding fingers to rub against his entrance. He doesn't say anything so I continue rubbing my fingers across his opening before slowly sliding a finger in, waiting for a response.

He says nothing as I continue to slide my finger inside and out while pretending to clean him. My own cock dripping pre onto the grass now, through my clothes.

I decide to stop before I lose myself. I go back to cleaning the rest of his back and some of his outside thighs before handing him the cloth to do his front. "See, you learned something new already." I say, feigning ignorance.

"Thank you. I'll do that from now on." He says without turning around.

I wait for him to finish while I look out the door and it seems as though the commotion has died down but the shimmering wall is still up.

Once he's finished I ask if I can stay the night and he tells me I can stay as long as I'd like but he's going home but will be back in the evening. When he's fully dressed he looks a lot more handsome, his hair a bit more tidy. He has a dark shade on his face from his facial hair but I think he could look really nice if he was clean shaven.

He leaves me in the church as he walks home and I wait a few more moments before heading out. I slip out onto the streets as discreetly as I can, making sure to dodge any guards still roaming. There seem to be less of them now and they're easy to hear from a distance.

I find a sign of two scissors and I step in and find what I was looking for. My clothes are dirty and partly torn from my travels. I find a middle aged human behind a workbench where he seems to be working away on some cloth.

"Greeting, step in step in. What can I get for a strapping lad like you?" he asks, coming up to me.

"Hi, I'm looking to buy something more appropriate for the city, I've got gold." I tell him.

"Oh, do you now, most clothes only cost a few silver but let's make sure you get something decent. First I'll just size you up." He says before grabbing a long string.

He begins walking around me and using the string to measure my arms, shoulders and torso. He kneels down to start my legs when I hear him cough awkwardly.

"Oh my, quite the `friend' you've got there." He says staring at the outline of my cock hanging down the left leg of my pants. He grabs the string and measures it. "EIGHT inches... I have never. You must please all the ladies you come across, or hurt them with this."

Just the minor touch of his hand was enough to make my cock jump to attention and is now fully tenting my red pants. "And all the men." I tell him finally having accepted that I enjoy both genders.

He looks up to me with a red face before he begins pulling down my pants. My cock slaps my stomach as it comes free and I feel the wind hit my cock and the leaky tip preparing for action. He grabs his string again and measures the full length. "It's...nearly eleven inches... By the gods." He gasps.

I think back, I had measured it against things in the past and determined it was 9 inches but I must have had it wrong. No wonder people are so shocked when they see it.

He grabs the thickest part of my cock, the middle before mumbling something about not being able to reach around the whole cock. I look at the semi attractive man and decide if he wants to get me off, I won't stop him.

"Unless you plan on helping, I'd ask you to stop." I tell him as he seems lost in thought. He stands up and looks at me with a face now beetroot red.

"I'm sorry I've just never, you know." he points at my cock, now slowly giving up to gravity and falling low over my balls again. "I'm married." He points to his finger with the ring on it. "My husband would kill me. But it's tempting. Anyways... let me find you something, I have a set in mind for you, just wait here." He says before disappearing into the back which I didn't even realize existed as long cloth obscures the back wall completely.

He comes back with a pair of black pants, not too dissimilar from what I had, these have a very fine texture to them and paired with that he has a fine white shirt for me, with long arms than end in some kind of flowy lace. It looks very fancy, more fancy than I feel but I have seen men in the city with similar clothes so it must be okay.

I put it on and it feels okay on the skin, I just need to wash myself to feel completely clean again.

I pay him and leave and begin walking back, on my way I see a spice and herbs shop and I quickly stop in to buy some oils for massage in case I want to use it. I wouldn't mind using it on... wait... I never got his name. How did I miss that? I think back as I'm walking. I buy several pieces of meat and fruits from a stall on the way as my stomach's growling.

Finally back in the church it's late in the afternoon and I decide to wash myself before that guy comes back. I sit in the courtyard and undress before cleaning myself using the bucket and soap which sits ready to be used. I heat up the water for my own use as no one is around.

The courtyard is surrounded by buildings in every direction with one having a window over the courtyard, I hear yelling between a man and what I'm assuming is his wife. As I sit there naked they finally stop and I look up at the man who eventually looks down and notices me. He's a skinny elf with jet black hair braided into intricate patterns along the side of his head.

His eyes scan my body as I look at him. I sit down on the grass and spread my legs before gently sliding two fingers into my ass and moaning. I'm hornier than I think I've ever been and I've gone far too long without a release. But this, right here, is just me teasing. I hear Vox laughing loudly at my lewd action.

The man watches me for several moments before finally I hear a woman yelling behind him and he snaps back and closes the blinds and is gone.

I get dressed and I feel better now with the fresh clothes, some food in my belly and a clean body. I spend the rest of the evening just resting on the overly comfortable pillows strewn about the main room. I think back to the message I got that Wyndall was looking for me, and now the city is on alert. Do they think I have something to do with Moorea?

Just as I'm almost about to nod off from thinking too much the door opens and in walks the guy from earlier. He stumbles in, is a more accurate description as he leans on the doorframe before slamming the door shut behind loud enough to make me worry it'll come off its hinges.

He shoves a bunch of pillows into a pile before jumping into them and moaning. Even from the other side I can smell the alcohol on him.

"How was your evening?" I ask him.

He mumbles back something I can't quite make out.

"By the way, what's your name? I'm Leon."

He lifts his head and looks at me with his dark brown eyes. "Hey Leon... I'm Tomas." He grunts back before letting his head rest on the pillows and turning a bit.

That's when I notice he has a cut on his left shoulder and he's bleeding a bit. I instantly get up and try to get a better look at it. The cut is clearly from some kind of bottle as there are tiny pieces still lodged in the wound. He must be quite drunk to not feel the pain from it.

"Tomas, you're bleeding here, let me help you."

With a lot of effort I manage to get him to stand up and head out to the courtyard. He sits down on the stool, it's quite dark except for the moon which is resting above us giving ample light. He removes his shirt and I get to clean the cut and remove the shards of glass. I make sure he's not paying attention when I cast the healing glyph on my hands and close up the wound for him, I make sure not to heal it fully in case he notices.

"I'm done." I tell him and give him a pat on the back.

"Maybe you could clean me a bit, I don't want to fall asleep smelling like beer and blood." He says softly.

"Yeah of course." I tell him eagerly.

He kicks off his pants and removes the stool altogether and sits down on his legs with the soles of his feet on each cheek.

I use the now quite cold cloth and remove all the blood that had stained the side and back of his body before caressing the base of his neck and moving down his spine. I move my hands once again between his cheeks and clean his underside, when I graze his balls I try to act like I didn't notice but I do it several times. I eventually slide a finger inside his very tight ass when he grunts a bit but doesn't say anything.

I don't finger him too aggressively but I make sure to try and find his good spot although the angle my hand is in makes it difficult.

After a while I do the outside of his legs and tell him I'm finished. He leans back, resting his massive body against mine nearly making me fall over.

"Can you do my front too?" he asks with his eyes closed.

His chest is hairy on his pecs and a little at the top of his eight pack abs but very little on his stomach except for the treasure trail. Being the first time I've seen his dick I was expecting something bigger for a man of his size but it's a decent looking member hanging flaccid between his legs.

I know he can't help but feel my hardon but maybe because of his drunken state he won't notice. I try to adjust my body to his weight as I begin rubbing and cleaning his front. Even just his neck is as thick as muscle thighs. I play with his pecs for longer than I should have but they are so big they almost remind me of breasts. I rub my thumb across his nipples to see if his cock would respond but he remains flaccid as he rests his head against my shoulder with his eyes closed.

I awkwardly adjust my body so I can reach lower when I finally reach his crotch. I try and give him a quick scrub, much like I clean myself and again, his body doesn't react at all. I'm almost getting frustrated as I pull back his foreskin to clean his head, I feel the familiar pulse in his cock that he enjoyed. It fills out a bit but not fully. He's very bushy downstairs and I clean his balls and the insides of his thighs before I pour the remaining water down the front of his body.

I could almost hear a faint snore coming from him before the cold water hits his torso and he jumps a bit before sitting up straight.

"It's so cold now. I'm gonna go lay under the covers a bit to warm up." He says before walking back inside, still naked. I stay outside for a bit as I wash his bloodied shirt and hang it up before going inside. He's not in the main room so I wander into the bedroom and there he is, under a large blanket and taking up two thirds of the bed.

I'm considering leaving and maybe sleeping on the pillows in the main room when he speaks. "You can fit too." He schooches on his side and makes room.

I undress my new clothes and get in. Unsure how to fit next to him. I place myself on my side facing him. His breath still smells of beer but his body smells like soap now.

I try to relax but I can't focus on anything other than my cock. Eventually he breaks the silence.

"So what else has the high priest taught you that I should know about."

I'm not going to say it. I'm not a liar. "He taught me about massaging the body."... I said it... "To take care of the body both inside and out."

"Could you show me?"

I bounce up and get the oil I bought from my Gallifrey bag. When I get back he's placed the blanket on the side and resting on his stomach.

I kneel across his legs and oil up his back before beginning my massage routine.

"Feels great." He moans as my hands work their magic across his incredibly tense shoulders and back. I move down his lower back where he has a few tufts of hair and onto his large ass and massage them as well. I can't stop myself at this point as I circle his tight hole with my finger, massaging the exterior of his entrance. I hold my now dripping cock in the other hand and let it drip onto his hole before I slide a finger inside him and go straight for gold. At first he clenches as I plunge my finger in but as soon as I find that golden spot his whole body relaxes.

I slide a second finger in and massage his spot when he moves and clenches his ass, fucking the bed slightly. "What are you doing?" he moans slightly.

"Making you feel good. Aren't I?" I press into his ass extra to make a point and he moans loudly this time.

"Stop, we shouldn't do this." he groans but his ass is now pushing onto my fingers harder.

"Your body says differently." I bring my free hand under his balls and grab his now hard cock and lubricate it with the oils on my hands as I jerk him and finger him at the same time.

He finally grunts loudly and sits up roughly. I'm nearly thrown off the bed as he does. He stands up beside the bed and I jump off at the same time. His cock is still standing at attention and now dripping just like mine. He takes in my form as I take in his before he shoves me and I fly out the door before finding my feet.

He walks out and takes a swing that I manage to dodge but he's clearly more combat driven than I am and before I can react he lowers his body and rams into me so I fall onto some pillows on the ground and he straddles me.

The air inside my lungs escapes from the fall but as he sits down on top of me my cock rests between his cheeks when he just stares at me with a mix of anger and confusion and drunkenness in his eyes.

I shift my hips a little and find my tip resting on his entrance when I push in and my cock head almost enters him when he moves away and roughly shoves me on my stomach. He grabs my hands and holds them firmly against my back.

I feel his hard cock rest between my cheeks now and I can't help but grind against it, hoping he would react positively. He slaps my ass hard making his cock shake between my muscled rump. He slaps it again and I feel the heat from his hits. He slaps it again and I feel my cheeks burning red when he finally shifts his body weight and I feel the familiar tingle of stubble against my ass. His tongue takes no detours but goes straight for my back entrance, I feel it extend inside of me fully before he pulls back and sticks his tongue out even further entering me deeper.

I can't help but moan as I push my now sore ass against his face while he eats me out. I feel his tongue disappear again before he slaps my ass again before diving in. This goes on for several moments before he moves his body and again he takes no time to play, he shoves his entire cock inside me to the hilt. I feel how rock hard he is as his balls slap against mine.

He fucks me hard and fast as I lay on the ground moaning in pleasure, my own cock creating a small puddle underneath me. I feel him pushing my button a few times but he's so chaotic in his movements I can't quite hold on to the feeling as he slows down for a few moments. He wraps his arm around my stomach before he lifts me up, still holding my arms behind my back. He stands up, still lodged deep inside me when he shoves me against the wall and let's go of my hands. I have never felt anything like it.

I hold my hands against the wall as he pounds in and out of me with the speed of a rabbit. His now free hand he uses to slap my ass with a rhythm.

Again he grabs me tight and spins me on his cock like I'm nothing more than a doll. His strength is nothing to mock. He shoves me closer so my back is against the wall now as he fucks me. In this position he hits my spot with each thrust.

He slams in and out of me when I try to grab his head for a kiss but he shoves me away. His balls slap loudly against my ass with each thrust.

I feel myself getting close when he begins moaning hard and I feel his cock begin shooting his load inside me, the familiar sticky warmth. Load after load shoots inside me before it becomes a trickle.

"Continue, keep fucking." I beg him as I'm so close but he stops immediately. He holds me against the wall, resting his head on my chest.

He lets me down from the wall as his cock slides out of me. He grunts and walks back to the bed as I drop to my knees from exhaustion and erotic frustration the likes which I have never felt before. My cock pulsing, eager to explode but denied.

After a few seconds to catch my breath I walk towards the bed and he's resting with his face against the wall. I crawl up behind him and begin fingering his ass.

"I'm done." He says coldly.

"I'm not." I tell him back. I shove my raging cock between his cheeks accentuating my point.

"I'm not taking that inside me, it's too big." He grunts.

"You'll love it." I finger his spot and just like before he relaxes his entire body.

I don't waste another moment. I line up my cock and replace my fingers with the tip of my cock.

He clenches at first but I ease it in, inch after inch after inch. Soon I'm almost halfway inside him when my cock begins rubbing against his spot.

As I lay on the side behind him shoving my cock slowly inside, as soon as I feel the harder spot in him he relaxes and gives way for the rest of my cock. I shove the rest in, feeling the tightness of him, I don't think he's had anything in his backside before.

I use my hand to lift up his leg as I begin slamming my whole length inside him, making sure to aim where I know his weak spot is. It doesn't take long before he moans in tandem with me.

I have never felt my cock this hard and this ready to explode before but I try not to cum too fast. Shifting my body I push him on his back and lift his legs above my shoulders as I fuck him. His tight asshole clenching my cock. He places his hands against the back wall for support as I watch his massive pecs bounce with each thrust I make inside him.

I want to fill him up more than I have ever filled anyone but something tells me it will give away that I'm a mage. Not sure I will be able to stop myself.

I slide my crotch lower so the angle changes and I fuck his ass up instead of forward. Now I can see the outline of my cock against his skin as I thrust against his spot. He moans louder and louder.

"Fuck, I feel weird, wait, wait. " He begs but I fuck him harder as his cock shoots cum across his stomach and chest.

I take it as a good moment to let go and I feel my cock expand before releasing my first load inside him. A second, a third. My sight goes black from the pleasure of unloading my pent up frustrations.

I forget to stop myself and I must have shot at least 20 large loads inside him when I find my senses again and stop.

He looks at his cock in confusion. "I've never felt an orgasm like that." He tells me. "How much did you shoot, I feel it sloshing inside of me."

I slide out of him and using my hands I lift his back a little as I lick his asshole and take some of my cum inside my mouth before I move up and kiss him, mixing my cum with his saliva.

"What...umpgrh." He doesn't have time to respond before my tongue grabs his. He doesn't resist too much before I'm on top of him making out.

I roll down next to him as he smacks his lips, clearly tasting my cum. He grabs some of the now smeared cum on his chest and tastes it. "Yours tastes different. Why?"

"Different good?" I ask.

He moans a yes in response before shifting so he's on his side facing me and we lay there, kissing sometimes and then slowly, we drift off.

I wake up as Tomas moves in bed and gently steps over me. I ask him where he's going and he doesn't answer before he gets dressed and walks away. I take a look outside and it's barely sunrise but I decide to start the day.

I have to find a way to speak to Wyndall today. I know he's an Arch Mage but that's about it. He has a panda familiar, but that's not going to help me locate him.

I think back to the buildings hovering in the air above the city, it must be the tower one, but how do I get there, should I just fly there. I know I could summon enough wind around me to fly but I've never tried it and the idea of losing focus and falling is scary.

After some time I make the decision to walk up using the large chains. Summoning Brim would only incite chaos I think. Not a viable option.

I walk around the city as it comes to life, I grab some bread and milk from a bakery for breakfast before looking into the sky. Although the landmasses are floating above the city, they're technically behind the city, floating over a giant lake.

Oh, why didn't I think of that before. I move towards the lake and when I get there I see a large stall with several of those Griffins and I can imagine they are the main mode of transport between the floating isles and the city itself.

I walk past the stables, avoiding eye contact with the legion guards wearing grey armour as I walk towards the water. The lake reminds me of the one created after the destruction of Moorea. It's not a natural lake but one created by magic. I look up at the landmasses and gather that they once stood where this lake is now.

I take a step out onto the water, making sure to channel magic into the water with each step so I don't go in. I walk only a few steps when I draw the attention of the guards.

"You there, what are you doing? Stop!" they begin yelling but I ignore them.

Once I reach what I can guess is roughly the center of the lake, having channeled water with each step, I now call upon it.

My body begins rising into the air as the water under my feet raises me towards the skies.

It has been some time since I used two elements like I am now, using water and wind to help direct me where I need to go.

It doesn't take long before the guards mount the griffins and fly up into the air around me. I dodge spears they throw at me with ease having the wind around me under my control, but I can't really focus on anything besides keeping my body going in the right direction.

I'm now close to a hundred feet in the air as the water pillar I created using the lake helps lift me. I shift my body to come up on the tower when the guards fly up to wait for me. I hear horns of alarm go off in the distance.

Eventually I reach ground level with the tower and the encompassing garden around it. It is quite something to behold and I wouldn't mind walking around the plethora of flowers in all shapes and colours but the 50 something guards having their spears pointed at me are my main concern.

"HALT!" I hear from the distance as Wyndall comes flying down. "I summoned him, although I never expected this kind of entrance. Quite splendid indeed. Now off you go, yes yes. Go. Go." He waves the guards off like they were nothing more than bothersome flies.

Just like last time he has a long white robe on him and it's clear that he is flying in the air. His blue hair is still floating freely around his head as if underwater. I had forgotten how strange these tidelanders are.

"You have to know I had nothing to do with Moorea being destroyed. I don't know what the thing was but it wasn't me." I began as I rehearsed my defence in my head several times.

"No, no. I did not think you did that. Did others think so? Yes they did. Very unfortunate indeed but alas, such is the way of the world. Were you in the city just now?" He asks me as we stand on the edge of the landmass.

"Yes, I arrived yesterday but wasn't sure how to reach you." I tell him.

"Hmm, so a spell to locate things within the city could have come in handy, yes." He begins writing in the air, silver words appear and disappear as he writes. "I need to remember this as it works in my favour next time we discuss yes, very good example."

"Wyndall, why were you looking for me if you didn't think I did anything, and why are the guards chasing me?" I blurt out, frustrated with his rambling words.

"Yes, about that, although I did not believe so, others do. So a council will be called with the archmages and the kings so you can explain what happened. Yes, that will be great for you. Then Myrion has asked to meet you in person, he has many questions, yes many questions indeed. We all do. Things can not continue, I see that. Do the others? I'm not sure. No. Not sure at all."

I'm going in front of both the kings and all the arch mages... "Is this a set up, they tried trapping me before." Somehow I trust Wyndall even though he nods and shakes his head with every word spoken making him look a bit insane as his hair goes moving in strange directions.

"No, no. No, goodness no. I would simply trap you but they are prepared for your arrival, maybe not this early in the day but prepared they are yes. I will summon everyone, if you could just." He uses his quill to create a circle, the same one he created when he vanished last time. "Be so kind as to step in here and I will fetch the rest.

I can see through the hole into what looks like a giant chamber. I step through and turn around, the circle is gone. I'm in a large cathedral looking room with pillars and two rows of seats with chairs that look to be made of solid gold. I look around and the walls are painted with strange depictions of dragons and mages and kings. I don't have more than a few seconds before another circle appears next to one of the chairs and a dwarf steps out and takes a seat. He wears a crown and a long cape behind his back. He must be the king from the dwarf kingdom.

Another one, and another one. Wyndall sure is effective. It doesn't take more than a few minutes before all the seats except one is filled. On the first row are the Arch mages, I recognize Wyndall only and one seat stands out as it sits in the middle in its own space between the two rows, as if between the kings and arch mages. In it sits a man with golden hair pulled back into a tight tail which doesn't hang too far. He sits with his fingers entwined and his eyes feel like they are studying every inch of me.

I clear my throat and adjust my clothes and hair a bit. I find hands playing with my earring out of nervousness.

"King Kamp, present." The dwarf begins speaking.

"King Mater, present." A tall man with black hair and white wings says as he sits down having been the last out of Wyndalls teleportation circles. I catch a glimpse of a tail and immediately remember Sky telling me the light fairies had tails instead of horns and the rest of the features match. I instantly do not like him as he looks smug.

"King Oliver, present" An elf speaks up, tall and slender with a long blue robe. He looks compassionate but maybe I'm just reading into him because I'm a half elf.

"King Kristian, present" a human sits down, he looks old with a brown beard with flecks of white in it showing his age.

My eyes dart to the last person on the top row, clearly a tidelands with his hair tied back in some kind of metallic ring but the hair still flows on its own, just like Wyndall, a hefty man with blue skin and Dark Green hair. "King Erias, present".

What! He's the person that knows where I'm supposed to go, I'm supposed to ask him about the location of the crystal tablet.

Then begins the next row of speakers.

"Arch Mage Wyndall, present, yes yes." Wyndall says before sitting down. I wonder if he's actually sitting or hovering just above the chair.

"Arch Mage Leto, present"

I remember he was a deviant mage as well, serving a god of light. Is that the opposing god to Sky's Orobus, the god of shadows. Leto is also an elf with short frizzy black hair and wearing a very fancy looking shirt and black trousers. He could pass for a nobleman if it wasn't for the hair.

"Arch Mage Sabine, present." The only woman in the room speaks, she's covered in shawls and from memory she's a healer serving Kelpie.

The last person to stand is the man situated in the middle, the blond man with the piercing eyes. He stands up. "Arch Mage Myrion, present with Arch Mage Mio missing." He stays standing as he scans the room. He gives a nod to the human king who in turn speaks.

"Did you, or did you not, desroy Moorea, using your deviant gods magic?" his words come out of him like poison as he slams his hand down.

I can almost feel my legs shaking, I would never have thought myself to be in this situation in this lifetime or the next. "No, of course not. I know what did but I don't know what it was, some kind of dead bone creature. I have never seen anything like it. We killed it but it kept healing even without a head." The image of it jumping away still sends a shiver down my spine.

All of the arch mage's heads turn to Myrion and he gives them an approving nod.

"When you say we, of whom do you speak." The elf king asks.

Before I can answer the fairy king speaks. "Was this Sky who fought with you, did he survive?" He looks at me before turning to the others to explain. "Sky being the banished dark fairy prince who follows the god of shadows."

"Yes, it was me and Sky who fought it after it destroyed Moorea. Yes, he survived, we both did, but only barely. He's not with me anymore, we went our separate ways."

The room goes quiet as they share glances. Eventually Myrion speaks.

"And what travels are you on, what brings you so far from home?" When he speaks he shares his voice with another, as if two voices combined, one being clearly female.

I think back, Wyndall never shared what god Myrion follows. The thought of now knowing sends a pit of worry to my stomach.

"I'm looking for answers about the gods, the deviant gods and how it all came to be... like this." I tell them, spreading my arms.

"And do tell, how exactly are you hoping to come upon such impossible information.'' The duality of Myrion's voice is unnerving.

"I'm looking for the crystal tablet." My eyes find King Erias. "You know where it is, tell me and I'll leave."

The kings all begin to ask what the crystal tablet is but the only thing I notice is King Erias look. He stares at me and shakes his head.

"You fool..." is all he manages to say before his entire body is paralyzed.

I notice Myrion staring and having his hand up in his direction. "You knew where it was, all along and you never told us. You imbecile!" I hear anger seeping out of Myrions shared voice.

"What are you doing Myrion, stop it immediately or you'll start a war with the Tidelanders!" The elf king demands.

"Remove these useless kings Wyndall!" Myrion commands.

One by one the kings disappear into similar circles they came out of, leaving only King Erias in his choking state of paralysis.

"The information you seek is not for you to know, child. Nothing good will come of you seeking it." He stands up now staring at me.

For the first time since entering this room I feel something other than fear, I feel anger.

"You don't have the right to say what I should or should not know! My father kept me in the dark my entire life. I didn't even know how to read until I met Sky. I knew nothing of the world, he controlled everything in my life, who I could hang out with, what I wanted to do, everything. That's not how it is supposed to be. And here you are controlling what gods are allowed and killing the ones worshipping the ones you do no like. That's not okay, all gods are worthy of being worshipped." I scream back at them.

"We keep the peace of this world, as we have done for thousands of years. Who are you to change anything?" Myrion

"I'm Leon, who are you to speak through someone else without introducing yourself?"

The stone in front of him dismantles and crumbles to dust as he walks in the air down to my level. As he does he transforms much like I have before.

A white flame appears between his legs by his knees, not burning his white flowy trousers. Behind his back two large white wings form that grow to expand beyond what he would physically need to fly, they reach the roof and blot out the windows. His chest glows in pulses much like the Goliaths had but this is a bright white light.

"I am Romi, the god of Order and Peace. Standing against me is useless, you both should know that." His voice has completely faded and a female voice is commanding the space now.

He doesn't need to explain that he's talking to both me and Vox. I don't feel any reaction from Vox other than a laugh.

"You're not worth my time. If you're not going to help me find the crystal tablet then I'm leaving with King Erias." I tell her. "He's not going anywhere, and neither are you."

My whole body gets ready for battle but everything goes quiet. I watch but Romi is not moving, neither are the other Arch Mages all standing in a corner behind her.

I wave my hand to make sure, no reaction.

"Well that's just about enough out of her, don't you think." I hear a smooth voice coming from around a pillar. A man steps out, a long black coat, similar to Sky's. He has a strange flat hat on his head, a white shirt and black trousers with some leather shoes I have never seen before. He looks like he's not from around here.

His face is dark brown with a black mustache curled up at the edges and a small goatee.

"Who are you?" I ask him.

"Well, let's just say I used to work for Romi, now I'm not, which is going to cost me, dearly. It's time things changed and I can help with that. You don't stand a chance against Romi as you are now, but go, get your little relic weapon and arm yourself with knowledge and come back. Once you do, then maybe, just maybe, you can defeat her."

He waves his hand and gestures as he speaks.

"How are you doing all this? And can you get King Erias out of that spell?" I point to the frozen king.

"Let's just say my magic takes barely a second to cast. I appear not a moment too late. I'm always at the right place at the right... Oh well. Would you look at that, time for you to go. And I cannot undo anything dear ol' Romi has done I'm afraid. Now chop chop." He fake laughs as he speaks and flails his arms around like a performer but I can sense there is something a lot more serious about him.

He points to Romi. I look up and nearly wet my pants. Somehow she's managed to move her head and she's looking right at us.

"She won't be held for long, so run along now." He shoves me towards a door.

I look at him and sweat is dripping down his forehead as he smiles. I don't waste another moment but I turn and run.

"Oh, and remember, two is great, three are even better. Remember this and it might just save your life." He screams after me as I run down a hall.

I run past several guards, all frozen in place. I make a turn and see the big doors and light coming through on the other side. I dash through the doors and I'm outside again. I keep running until I see the edge and I don't stop. My mind screams for me to stop but I need to hurry away from here or else things might get ugly, fast. I jump.

Falling I do the only thing I can think of, I summon Brim.

He falls with me before red thunder strikes and he becomes his adult form. I grab on and we fly west.

Just as he is summoned I expect to hear screams or something from the city but it's all silent. I look down and that man must have frozen the entire city. How can he have such power?

Just as we're leaving the city an explosion rocks the castle I just left and stone goes flying towards the city before circles catch them and they disappear. Wyndall.

I lost my only lead to where the crystal tablet is, but if the king of the Tidelanders knows, at least I know where to ask around.

"How dare you use my own magic against me Chronos?!" I hear Romi screaming inside of me with anger. She didn't used to be this angry.

"Well, my dear, what can I say, I've been alive for nearly 3 thousand years, do you know what happens to a soul that stretches itself too thin? I know when it's time to hang my hat." Mavi says as he bows and removes his hat.

I'm not in control of my body so I don't even try to resist what happens.

"Hang this!" my body screams as it grabs his hand with the hat and pulls him in close, the other hand grows long claws and reaches inside of him and pulls out his heart.

I turn around and look at the other Arch Mages as I fold in my wings. "You, see if you can get inside of his mind and get the information we need and if we're lucky we can get the tablet before the child does." I point at Wyndall then the frozen King.

"You! Bring me the young girl, now!" I scream at Leto who goes away to do as I said.

"I will make preparations for when he comes back but if any of you think of betraying me like King Erias or Chronos here did, think twice." My hand throws the bleeding heart into the wall and it explodes in a bright white light causing the side of the castle to explode outwards, sending rocks towards the city.

Wyndall doesn't waste a second before he teleports the projectiles away from the city. I feel Romi letting go of my body and it returning to normal as I walk away to my own chambers.

"Romi, was this the right move, to incite war with the Tidelanders over this... boy?" I ask her inside of myself.

"Don't you ever question me again, know your place!" I feel a sharp pain around my neck like I have many times before. "He's not just a boy, if he becomes a champion for Vox there will be true danger for both you and me."

I can feel the desperation in her voice when she speaks. I glimpse myself in a mirror as I'm walking. I always expect to see an old man, given my age, but there I am, frozen in time...

Not long after I've entered my chambers in the castle when Leto comes walking in with the girl in tow, her hands and feet are shackled with anti magic stone.

"So, this is the girl who did the banishment with our mutual friend Leon." Romi comes forth to speak again.

These days I'm no more of a doll for her to speak through...

"Let me go, What kind of arch mages are you if you treat me like this, I'm not a deviant mage, I follow Ara, the god of air, like my family has for generations." She screams.

The young elven girl has her platina hair hanging down her shoulders and although she's been in captivity for a few weeks, she's been taken well care of.

"It's not you, my dear sweet Ari that I care about, and surely not your `god' Ara." I can feel my own eyes rolling at the statement.

I move forward and place my hand on her shoulder. "I only care about what's growing inside of you." My hand grabs her distended stomach.

End of chapter 13, War.

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