Disclaimer: This story deals with fantasy - both magical and sexual. Please read no further if this type of story isn't to your tastes, or if you're under legal age. This story may not be reprinted without permission. The Circle is Copyright 2008 by Zacary Alexander; all rights reserved. Comments are welcome: zacaryalex@live.com.
The Circle Chapter 1
My company had been traveling through the forest for three days. We had been taking our time for it would not be our own once we arrived at our destination. The sun had just risen from its slumber, the smell of breakfast beginning to work its way through the camp, waking the sleeping and dreaming.
Since crossing the Great River, a great unease had gripped my mind. A great moment of change was coming, one that I was uncertain I could bear. I had not slept that night, my mind trying to grasp my changing world. I was sitting outside my tent, trying to force my mind to rest while watching my soldiers clean and pack the camp.
"Kael."
Coming to, I looked around but did not see who had called my name. "Who called for me?" I asked.
"No one, my Lord," Gregory, my first captain, said, walking up to me.
"I thought I heard someone call my name," I said, still looking around.
"I did not hear anyone call for you," he replied with a puzzled look on his face.
"I must have imagined it," I said, shaking my head. "I did not sleep last night."
"Do not fret, my Lord," Gregory said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "The Emporer's War Council has made a wise decision to make you a General of the Army."
Gripping his arm, I replied, "I wish I had your confidence, my friend, but I will soon get there." I hope, I did not say out loud.
"Good. We will be packed and ready to leave within the hour. I will send a stable boy around with your horse then."
"Thank you. Now, let me get ready for today's journey," I replied.
Gregory bowed, turned around, and headed away.
As I walked back into my tent, I heard the voice again.
"Kael."
Rushing into my tent, I drew my sword, ready to strike.
"Who's there?" I demanded. "Who called my name?"
There was no one in my tent. Nothing had been disturbed.
"Find me."
I knew I had to obey the voice. Nothing else mattered. My mind immediately cleared to just a single thought. Find the voice. Sheathing my sword, I grabbed my cloak and ran out of the back of my tent. Seeing the forest in front on me, I immediately felt drawn into it. I ran.
I kept running, over brooks, under trees, tripping a few times. The voice always pulling me forward, so I ran. After running past a few small saplings, I found myself in a small clearing with an old log lying on the ground. I collapsed more than sat on it, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I need to find water. I haven't had a drink all day.
"Water."
It was the voice.
I looked up and saw an old, shrunken man standing right in front of me, hunched over with age, wearing a tattered dark brown robe that covered his face and reached to the ground. In one hand, he held a twisted wooden staff, and in the other, a waterskin, holding it out to me.
I grabbed the waterskin and drank deeply as the cold, clear water poured from it, some down my chest, soaking my shirt. After quenching my thirst, my breathing calmer now, I looked back up and saw the old man at the edge of the clearing, holding his staff off the ground.
"Who are you?" I asked, not ready for his answer.
"Fate."
He lowered staff to the ground. The air immediately grew hotter, making it hard to breathe again. I sprang up off the log, drawing my sword. A ring of red fire formed around the old man, growing higher and hotter and began to spread through the clearing. I tried to run out, but the fire caught my quickly, engulfing me but not burning me. I passed out from the heat and fell to the ground.
My eyes opened, expecting to see the remains of a burned forest-blackened ground, smoldering trees, a smoky sky. Instead, the image before them was as picturesque as it had been before the fire.
I was looking straight up at the sky. I tried to get up but couldn't. I felt the leather straps holding me down. I turned my head and saw that I was on stone table that hadn't been there before the fire. As I strained against the straps, I felt the straps across my chest and the stone behind my back and legs. I was naked. The fire had burned away my clothes. What is going on?! I heard a faint sound. Turning my head the other way, I saw him.
Standing there was not the hunched over old man who caused the fire. There stood a young man, muscular, tan, red wavy hair, naked. Watching me.
"Who are you? What the hell is going?" I demanded, straining against the straps.
"You have been chosen to join the Circle," he answered finally.
"The Circle? I am not a wizard, I have no powers," I yelled back at him. "Let me go! Where are my clothes?!"
"You do not have any powers now," he said evenly. "You will inherit my powers and take my place in the Circle."
"I cannot join the Circle! I am pledged to be a General in the Emperor's Army. I am to be at his training camp three days from now!"
"That is why you were chosen. You will forsake that pledge and take your place in the Circle."
He walked towards me. As I watched, his right hand reached down to his long, limp dick, gently massaging it.
"There is no way in hell I will do that! Let me go!" I screamed at him.
I watched him as he walked up to the stone table, down at my feet.
"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, straining at the straps, but they wouldn't release.
"I am to give you my seed. Tonight, at the new moon, I will pass into the Underworld and you will take my place."
By now I could see that his dick was fully erect. The straps and the stone table were getting hotter. Without releasing the straps, he pulled me to the edge of the table, raising my legs up over his shoulders.
"No! You will not violate me!" I screamed. "I will hunt you and send you to the Underworld myself! Let me go!"
With that, he placed his dick at my ass and pushed in.
Having seen my own soldiers violate many women (and a few men) in our battles against the Circle and their hordes, I was expecting great pain. I have woken from sleep many times, hearing their agonizing cries for mercy linger from my nightmares.
There was only heat. An engulfing heat that spread through my body. I could feel it reach out to every toe, every finger, even my ears. I grabbed the edges of the stone table, arching my back, straining against the leather straps as a great pained pleasure was added to the heat. He had pulled out of my ass, stopping just as his dick left, leaving a void I had never felt before.
Sliding back in, sending this powerful pleasure-heat over me again, he threw his head back and yelled, "I am Kerrin the Red, Bearer of the Flame of Aelor, King of the Fires!" When he looked back down at me, I saw that his eyes were alive with fire, his hair waving as if it were fire.
Time and again, he pulled out of me and slid his dick back in. I could feel his balls hit my naked ass. The pleasure-heat kept washing over me, never relenting, always increasing. Never backing off the leather straps, I managed to look around and saw that the forest was on fire again. The flames reaching to the sky, circling a red sun. I looked down at my own body and saw that my dick was as hard as I had ever seen or felt it, throbbing, pulsing with each of Kerrin's thrusts. Waves of heat came off our naked bodies, feeding the raging fires all around us.
I could feel my own seed begin to stir in my loins. Our breathing was getting harder. Kael had a hold of my waist, pinning me down and pulling me into him. His rhythm was increasing. In and out. In and out. The pleasure-heat always building.
Looking at me with his fire-eyes, Kerrin roared in pleasure and slammed back into me. I could feel his dick erupt in me, his seed filling me up, causing my own dick to erupt, sending my seed all over my chest.
Kerrin roared one last time and everything went black.
My eyes opened, expecting to see the remains of a burned forest-blackened ground, smoldering trees, a smoky sky. Instead, the image before them was as picturesque as it had been before the fire.
I was looking straight up at the sky. I tried to get up but couldn't. My arms and leg would not work. I laid there, staring into the sky. It was a clear night, no clouds, a sea of stars over me and no moon. I realized I was naked; the grass was tickling my bare backside. Eventually, I was able get my limbs to move and pushed myself off the ground. My ass was sore and wet. Everything came rushing back to me-the fire, the stone table, Kerrin, that immense pleasure-heat. My dick came alive at those last thoughts. I looked down, seeing a body that was mine but not, tanned and more muscular than before, smeared with my own seed. My dick was becoming hard, standing fully erect.
With my back arched, staring back into the black sky, I screamed.
To be continued...
The sapling next to me burst into flame.