“I can’t,” Gilbert yelped as he tried to toss Ona off his body and escape.
Only then did Morgan notice the man was chained to the bed by his ankles and one wrist and a collar around his neck. One hand was free to abuse Ona’s tits. That sickened Morgan; what kind of pervert couldn’t choose between bondage or discipline? Rolling his eyes, Morgan released a bit of magical energy that popped the simple iron padlocks that held him in place.
The man all but tossed Ona off his body; she fell face first into the bedcovers. He snatched up his clothes and made a quick and hasty exit, without a stitch of clothing on.
Morgan regarded Ona from the foot of the bed. She had a very nice round ass. It wasn’t as ass worth being executed over, but he understood Gilbert’s temptation. “He has a nice cock,” Morgan commented about the now absent Gilbert. “That’s still no reason to cheat on your husband.”
Ona humphed and climbed off the bed, her hands still covering her tits. Apparently she was fine with Morgan getting a view of her cunt. “Get out of my room!”
“Release the curse on Prince Blywood first,” Morgan said calmly as the princess found a robe and covered her body. That disappointed the wizard. He wouldn’t have minded carrying on the conversation while leering at Ona. He doubted she had any problems with him leering at her either because she knew her naked body would be a distraction.
Morgan wasn’t easily distracted when he didn’t want to be distracted; he had a wife at home who was a different order of beautiful every day.
“What curse?” she asked innocently. “Stop making ridiculous demands.”
He could have had a long argument with Ona, but he wasn’t in the mood for magical debate. Instead he raised his hand a released some energy he had been building up. It was a simple spell. They were the best and most reliable when tearing down complex ones. The shimmering yellow light danced from his fingertips to shower over Ona’s naked body. She pulled back and tried to avoid the spell, but it was of no use. Morgan wasn’t sure if she was using an illusion or an actual transformation, but it didn’t matter. Ona reverted back to her natural state while Morgan held her captive.
She went from a beautiful human woman to a golden enchantress. The change was unsettling enough, but added to that was the revelation that she was one of the most dangerous magical creatures in the known world was all it took to make Morgan shiver in fear, something he didn’t let her see. Ona’s skin was shiny yellow and while not blinding, she gave off a natural light that told everyone she was not human. Her breasts shrank and became small, proud mounds. Her body was much more androgynous even with her highly angled eyes and tapered ears. Morgan suspected there was some elf blood in her, but she wasn’t a natural creature or race. “Remove the curse, enchantress,” he repeated. “I know that your kind is hunted by many. You’ve found sanctuary here. Don’t make me have the king act against you. Deception of the crown is a capital crime.”
Ona tried to answer but only choked. Remembering he held her paralyzed, he released her tongue. “How did you know?”
“The magic was natural. You’re no witch or wizard. You want to put your son on the throne. What else does an enchantress want other than sex and power?”
“Why should I release him?”
“Because if you don’t I’ll kill you right here, right now.” He closed the fingers of his left hand and she found breathing became impossible. He let her suffer a minute and then let her breathe again.
“It was a very clever spell, basing it on his body’s autonomous reaction rather than implanting it in his physiology. Release him.”
Not willing to risk execution, Ona closed her eyes and concentrated. She mumbled a few words and Morgan felt energy leaving the room. He briefly closed his eyes and contacted his wife.
Did anything just happen to Bly?
He’s no longer a frog if that’s what you mean.
Lili had been kind enough to fuck Bly back into a frog, though she charged twice what she had at Miss Brandywine’s for the privilege. “Can’t say I’ve done everything if I haven’t done everything,” was her reasoning.
Morgan released the spell holding Ona and then released the spell that had shattered her illusion. “You’re safe from me,” he told her. “I hope you are happy with Prince Humbert. You’re safe within the city…as long as you try nothing like this ever again.”
With a quick crossing of her hands Ona reverted from her enchantress form back to the merely attractive human form she had been wearing. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I’m not the only one who knows your secret,” he said, looking around the room. “And you have a son who will suffer your fate as well.” He frowned. “Do you have a mirror that’s not on your ceiling?”
Returning to the tower was much easier than sneaking into the palace. While Morgan didn’t expect a welcoming committee, he expected more than just a giant frog in a basket full of wet mud.
“Right,” he said and cast the spell that had become second nature to him by now.
Prince Blywood appeared with one foot stuck in the mud. As usual, he was naked and he covered his cock. “This is less uncomfortable when there are more people around,” he said. “Funny that.”
“Yes. Very funny. Your stepmother shouldn’t be bothering you any longer. You can fuck anyone you want and not turn into a frog.”
“Thank you,” Bly said as he stepped down from the table and kicked the mud off his foot. A pile of clothes sat on the table and he started dressing.
“You need to watch yourself around her. She’s…dangerous.”
“I know.”
Once Bly was dressed, Morgan escorted him from the tower. After closing the door behind him, Morgan became aware of a rhythmic thumping.
“Not again.”
He followed the shaking of the tower back to its source. He had expected to wind up at Knut’s room. He was wrong. The vibrations brought him to Lili’s quarters. No door is ever locked securely against a wizard’s entrance, especially in his own tower. It took the merest thought to pop the lock and Morgan was treated to the tangle of limbs and iron toys involving both Lili and Knut. It wasn’t the most disturbing thing he had ever seen. But it was more than disturbing enough. He closed the door and retreated to the room he shared with his wife.
“Knut is in Lili’s room.”
“Mmm. So I gathered.” Cassandra was reading a book and didn’t look up at her husband. She was pretty today with long brown hair that reached to her waist and dusky brown skin that was soft to the touch. He would be sad to see this body disappear into the aether.
“How?” asked Morgan as he stripped off his formal robes.
“They’re shaking the tower. Again. The real question is: Is Knut inside Lili?” She smiled slyly.
“I…I couldn’t tell when I looked.” He paused. “I wasn’t looking that closely.”
Cassandra put down her book. “I would have thought after this week you’d want to see some more people copulating.”
He joined her in bed. “Ugh. No. I might not want to see anyone ever having sex again.”
“Ever?”
“Ever. Except maybe myself. But certainly not in a mirror.”
She waved her hands and the candles in the bedroom extinguished themselves. Simple cantrips were not beyond Cassandra’s abilities. “Your sigil is glowing,” she pointed out. The blue light was strong enough to drown out the moonlight coming in the window.
“I know.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Either I’m being alerted to some magical problem or I’m horny,” he said closing his eyes and laying his head on the pillow.
Cassandra slipped her hand down under the blankets and found his cock. It was soft. “You’re not horny.”
“Make me horny,” he begged. “I don’t feel like dealing with another stupid problem today, tonight, or for the rest of the year.”
“If I suck you off, will all the evil in the world go away?” she asked as she kissed her w
ay down his chest.
“I hope so,” Morgan replied as her lips wrapped around his cock. “I hope so.”
Book 4
Chapter Fifteen
Morgan looked across the table at the fairy. She was undeniably sexy and beautiful and he had to stop himself from thinking she was cute because that veered into dangerous territory.
He was glad he was sitting down at the large stone table because the granite surface hid his rather large erection. He was certain that the bulge was more than obvious even with the shield of the table.
The fairy was glaring at him and Morgan knew why. He hadn’t been paying the least bit of attention to what she had been saying. He could have blamed it on her attractiveness and the fact that the thin silk shirt she wore clearly displayed the outlines of her nipples, but he knew the actual cause was himself. He had almost no sexual self-control around fairies. No human did.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized to her unrelenting glare. “Could you repeat that?”
“Someone stole our fairy dust,” Mulberry Dapplevine said, already exasperated with him.
It would have been easier for Morgan to deal with the fairy if she didn’t have such a cute name to match her cute face and cute little nipples that were very obviously erect under her shirt. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. There was no more room in his pants.
“Isn’t that for a problem for the city watch to deal with?” he asked. While Morgan knew he could resist the fairy’s unintentional charms, just looking at her made it difficult to focus on the problem at hand. The last thing he needed was for her to turn around and show him her cute little bottom. It had to be pert. She was a fairy. Everything about her was pert…or impertinent…which was also cute. If he could fob off her complaint to the city watch that would make everything easier.
“I’ve already been to them,” Mulberry said with a huff. A dark shock of hair fell across her eyes and she pushed it back into place. “They said no because the theft took place outside the city and because it was a theft of a magical item, so that falls to your purview, Wizard Morgan.”
He stared at her a moment too long. Her tiny breasts made the shirt bulge out slightly. The tight leggings she wore revealed the entire topography of her tiny sex organ. It made him wonder what the leggings were made of—probably fairy floss or fairy silk or some other adorable substance—and how he could get them off her. She was small so she had to be tight. That only made sense.
“Are you going to do something about this?” Mulberry asked, bringing him back to reality.
“Yes,” he said quickly, covering his wandering attention. “Where exactly did the theft take place?” He needed to keep his mind off fucking the fairy. He loved his wife and even though she wouldn’t mind if he did take Mulberry to bed, she would be offended that he was charmed by a creature that stood barely two feet tall and had butterfly wings attached to her back.
He doubted he could get his cock inside her, but that didn’t matter. He was inventive. He had magic. Fairies were magic. They could come to an accommodation.
“In our fae enclosure, at the edge of the woods,” she told him. “Where else? It’s not like we have a reason to go wandering through your city.”
Morgan reached into one of the loose pockets of his voluminous pants, found a silver needle that was often useful in crafting spells, and jammed it into his thigh. The sudden blossom of pain helped him focus. The wince he made confused Mulberry.
“Is something wrong, Wizard Morgan?”
“No,” he groaned slightly. “Not at all. Let me ask a few more questions before I launch a full investigation. Any suspects?”
Mulberry leaned back against the ceramic bowl on the table. This caused the material that made up her leggings to stretch tighter. Morgan was certain the size of her mons was out of proportion to the rest of her body. It made him wonder if fairies had any body hair. The outline was clean, but he couldn’t remember if fairies were naturally glabrous or not.
“Only all of humanity,” she said without a touch of sarcasm.
“All of humanity?” he questioned her.
“Yes!” She shouted the word. It was barely more than a squeak. “Why in the name of Cricket Peppermoon do you think we created fairy dust anyway? I thought you were a wizard, not the village idiot!”
It was an insult he deserved.
“Right. That only makes sense. Does fairy dust only affect humans or does it have the same effect on all humanoid species?”
Mulberry’s lip curled up into a sneer. It was still cute. “It affects any humanoid. Human. Elf. Dwarf. Gnome. Halfling. Orc. Mixes. I’ve never seen it used on goblins or kobolds, but rumor has it that the effect isn’t diminished.”
“Does it work on fairies?” Morgan asked without thinking about the implication of the question.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Why would we care?”
“Right. Good point.”
Morgan ran his hand through his hair and tried to gather his thoughts. “The question here is how did someone sneak into your enclave and make off with…how much dust?”
“Four bushels.”
Morgan’s eyes bulged. “That’s a huge amount of dust! How were you carrying that all around?”
Mulberry was used to stupid questions from humans, but she had expected better from a wizard. “We don’t carry it all around. We were storing in the enclave.”
“Why?”
“Why do you need to know?”
“Do you want me to find your dust?” Morgan countered. A little anger was great at focusing him. It was less painful than shoving a needle into his thigh.
“We sell it to humans and other humanoids either as a weapon or as ingredients for basic potion work and witchcraft.”
Morgan took a moment and then couldn’t help himself. “That’s illegal in all Five Lands!” He tried not to make it sound like an outburst, but it was a righteous outburst without basis in reality.
“So?” Mulberry asked casually.
“I believe you signed a treaty with the Five Royals?”
“And how else are fairies supposed to make a living in this world? Dwarves are better brewers and gnomes are better vintners. Elves make better jewelry. Our magic is natural, but weak…except for fairy dust. It’s survival selling.”
“But I’ve seen tiny fairy jewelry and I know The Pig and Unicorn sells fairy wine.”
“And those things make up maybe a hundredth of our queendom’s income. Our dust lets us live.”
Fairy dust wasn’t necessary dangerous. It really only had two effects. It energized a person’s sex drive. If that was the only affect it would have assured the fairy queendom a secure place in the economy of the Five Lands. But it also reverse—temporarily—a person’s sexual orientation. Fairies had developed it as a non-violent protection generations ago.
Officially they were allowed to sell small amount to duly registered members of the magical community and to use it within their enclaves. Unofficially it had been sold on and off to women who wanted a way to protect themselves from aggressive males of any race. But the dose needed to affect a man was tiny, barely a teaspoon. What was someone going to do with over twenty eight thousand doses of fairy dust?
Morgan sighed and placed his hands over his face. This was a serious problem for the Five Lands.
“Okay. Okay. I’ll find it for you. I’m going to need to gather some materials. Can I meet you at the enclave tomorrow morning?”
“Agreed,” she said and held out her tiny hand.
Morgan extended his index finger and she shook it. Mulberry then jumped into the air. Her butterfly wings buzzed to life and Mulberry flew out the window.
He couldn’t help but watch her leave. The flowery shirt she wore didn’t cover her bottom at all. Her ass was just as spectacularly cute as everything else attached to Mulberry’s body.
It was going to be a difficult investigation.
The first thing Morgan did when Mulberry was gone was push back from the ta
ble and run up the stairs to his bedroom. To his great relief his wife was there. Cassandra was at the small desk she used, reading through a book and making notes on a scrap of paper. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her out of the chair.
“Morgan! What are you doing? I’m doing the books. We have to account for our expenses!”
Morgan ignored her pleas. He pulled off her dress. Underneath she wore nothing as was her habit more often than not. The curse that caused her to shapechange was mostly kept in check by the necklace she wore, the necklace he made for her, but the curse could occasionally flare up and she could change in the middle of the day. In the past she had reported that there was nothing worse than wearing a corset or other restrictive undergarments when her body size and shape suddenly changed.
Today she was a rather unremarkable woman with skin that was evenly tanned all over her body. Oddly her hair was bright green and as far as Morgan could tell it was completely natural; there were human variations in the Five Lands that fell outside what was considered normal. Her eyes were golden, not green or blue but yellow golden. It only made her more attractive to him.
Her tits were full but not huge. That was fine. Like her lips that he kissed as he pushed her down to the bed, her nipples were a different hue of green than her hair. He continued kissing his way down her body, licking her skin, sucking on her green nipples, moving down further to her belly and navel and further down still to the split V of curly pubic hair that covered her cunt.
Cassandra had let out little giggles and sighs as he forcefully brought her to the bed and showered her with kisses. This was hardly unusual behavior for him. Her cunt’s scent was rich and earthy. Going down on her was like preparing a garden for planting. In no time at all she was moaning from his attention and rubbing her mound up against his face, looking for more friction so she could get off.
Morgan hadn’t seduced his wife into bed just to get her off. He had needs as well. Taking a half-second to pause in his artful cunnilingus. “Exui,” he said, pointing a finger at himself. There was a small flash of light and a minor puff of smoke. He hoped that he hadn’t accidentally burned up some of his clothing. The pile of clothes that formed at the foot of the bed didn’t seem to be on fire. That was enough for him.
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