Demons & Dragons
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“Honestly, I do not think I ever want to leave here. I am realizing my powers were beaten from me and, or taken from me as a child by a woman I loved and called mother.” He bore down on the venom before continuing. “Now, I see her for what she truly is, so credulous to the demands of ton, evil really, and judgmental of others different from her to boot. They raised me into a confident and accomplished man, and still I secretly sensed something was missing.”
“I am sorry, Edmund…that you grew up like that. You have your magic now. I am curious to find out about your father myself. I guess there is something to be gained from all that has happened to us and my fleeing here.”
“If I had not come, where did you plan on going after you left here…alone?”
He could not think of the dangerous possibilities. Anger burned within him. In his palms, the white light formed again without his envisioning it, and immediately took on a gray haze before becoming as black as night.
“Edmund, control your temper.” She doused the ugly black smoke suffocating his light by placing her palm over his. “Magic and the baser emotions are a dangerous mix. Your mother paid for my travels here and gave me a considerable amount of coin to make a new life for myself. She also generously mentioned she knew I had family in Ireland. I had not planned on taking any of her money, but as I traveled with that family I realized how foolish turning it down would be. I'd practically earned it with the trip she prepared for me, and I had so few options before me otherwise.”
“She certainly had planned out how to destroy my life and yours. Did she not?” To contain his anger, he chose to let the conversation he knew would do well to wait, go. “What else can I try?”
The rest of the afternoon flew by him with astonishing displays of magic. Again finding his animal impatient to be free, he talked her into training him to shift. She gave him no recourse but to start with the sylph when changing into the elemental beast. It would be easy for him to accomplish a change his body had already undertaken, bit by bit at first until the full beast.
With modesty for her benefit, he turned from her as he shed the wrap lest another article of clothing be destroyed somehow. They'd yet to wander the island to find the spot where he'd dropped his own bag during his shift. Also, he did not want to put her off with his current state of arousal. He had tried to control it thus far. Being in her presence had given him a persistent hardness all day. Within the abundant material of the wrap, he hoped it bore a reminder to her of the generous nature of his loving.
“You will have to follow my spell to call forth the elements and to balance them as well before beginning,” she said, moving up beside him. He noticed how she diverted her eyes, but also the strange set of her jaw and the strange tone in her voice once there.
“Say, I am the Air. I am the Earth”
He echoed her chant, phrase by phrase until his energy built. Peace overcame him, made his body lax, his breathing slow, so he competently followed her instructions for shape shifting.
He took the feather she had handed him and echoed her next series of statements, trying hard to concentrate on each. “I consecrate this feather as a tool of the air. As it moves the air, it brings to me the air. Since this feather is blessed, let each breeze it creates be blessed. May the air I breathe bring to me what I wish for. I hail the guardians of the East. I summon the power of the air. The breath of life which carries with it the power to know, I invoke thee. By the air that is my breath, as I wish, so mote it be!”
The wind picked up, and with the final statement it swirled around him like a fantastic storm. This time the sprouting of wings on his back held merely an odd feeling of being pulled upon rather than sharp pain. Power surged through him, heady and a trifle overwhelming. He blinked away the dizziness which descended swift and blinding.
Soon, he found himself soaring above the treetops, feeling the amazing intensity of flight once again as his faculties returned to him stronger. Even thus, at some moments his form, his movements, remained surreal and incognizant to him. His body angled freely through the air, gliding along, pulled by the movement of his massive wings. The contraction of each muscle in his back caught him as a thrill in and of itself.
He chose to land when he saw her face lit in a beautiful smile while observing him. The baser instincts of the man took over needing to be near her. Wondering if he could even explain his thanks for all her assistance, he landed gracefully at her feet. Feeling manly and majestic, he looked over her, observing how the wind blew her thin gown against her womanly form. His erotic urges transformed him back into the man who wanted so badly to touch his body to hers.
He lost all of the words he had come up with when, in her excitement for his achievement, she threw her arms around him once again. Her breasts peaked, poking below his own. The wind swirled her clothing, lapping the silk over his bared manhood repeatedly. Her embrace tight, her laughter brought of joy rippled through him.
“You were never one to be distracted by shiny embellishments or the illusion of pounds. I guess all you require is a bit of magic to be swept back into my arms.”
“I am so happy for you. You are a witch. Your powers are innate and strong. I only hope you embrace them even when you return home.” With the mention of home, her arms went slack. She pulled away from him. “Sorry, I got overly enthusiastic, having shared this all with you today. I guess the teacher in me grew overwhelmed with pride."
“Please, do not apologize for anything. You have awoken in me what my mother made me stifle long ago.” He took both her hands in his own, conscious they joined just inches over his now full erection. The energy they formed when linked reverberated over the hard portion of his body, and he lost almost all of his control. “There are truly no words to thank you for the awakening you have granted me. I am far wiser. I feel fearless, whole, and at one with all other living things. For the first time in my life, my sight is crystal clear and my every sense is sharper. When I was up there flying, I could hear sounds I have never heard before. I swear I understood the songs of the birds, and there were messages in the winds. I saw new dimensions of familiar sights. I smelled scents I had never experienced, and now my touch is more sensitive…”
He broke off, called to the present by looking down at their joined hands, overwhelmed beyond any experience of such emotions. Knowing he would never again find amusement in the illusions of magicians who had once conjured awe into his everyday mortal life, he also deduced that everyday life would not be worth living without the endearments of this magical woman.
Chapter Ten
She'd watched him soar high above her with his brown and black wings. The magnificent beauty of his creature of flight had brought out a fierce pride in her day’s accomplishments along with a resurgence of powerful feelings for the man she had taught. All day she'd been caught up in the magic they created. There had been brief moments when she had faced him without doubts or fears, feeling a great sense of satisfaction with her guidance of the man.
As he flew, she had opened up in a way, too. A keen awareness of the majestic qualities of the man left her feeling freer than she ever had before. So intent was he upon relating his emotions to her that as she'd listened to him gush about his experiences, she'd wanted to share more and more with him. She allowed herself thoughts of tomorrows again, of what it could be like, and of what they could do together. The uniting of their magic had been powerful, like her urges now to touch him again, no longer sure she wanted to ignore their mutual physical desires. They had connected on a new level, one she had never shared with anyone. It seemed to boil down to freely offering her body to him and taking what he offered of his own.
After his flight, as they walked back to the cottage, sharing a silence they both understood, she audaciously grabbed his hand again in a bold resolve to cross their distances. He looked at her with a smile crinkling the corners of his mouth, while surprise enlarged his earth colored eyes. She felt in an instant the affirmation that she had made the proper cho
ice.
“I am so glad to have found you,” he said with his wicked gratification exposed on his face as they walked. “Without your disappearance, as harsh and horrible as it was to find you gone, I would never have happened upon this place. I would never have experienced the unleashing of my pent up magic. Thanks to you and this unbelievable island, I feel as if I finally understand who I am. I have a mix of human and animal spirits in all forms living inside of me. I guess I still do not understand it, but I am not denying it either. My discovery of my powers seems to have unlocked my potential. I see everything differently. And, I babble on like a chit. I apologize, for my wits have finally deserted me entirely after such a day as this.”
He had stopped walking and turned to her with his last words. He took her other hand in his, making them a complete circle. As the energy flowed, their powers swirled in and around them. Her heart fluttered in a light beat that shook her stomach and tingled down through her core, a quaint mixing of trepidation and anticipation with each breath she took. Courage came without resistance, allowing her certain freedoms she had denied herself since he'd arrived on the island. Her doubts as to the future became almost non-existent in the wake of their potential.
“Would you embrace me if I walked into your open arms?” she asked, looking him fully in the eyes. Her own grew wide as her face reddened.
“It suits my purposes, Aubrey. But, I feel obligated to warn you that once you are there neither wits nor decency will I possess.” The smugness with which he proffered his warning proved maddening.
She took only two small steps forward with no show of reluctance before her chest met his. Only this time the union was not reactionary or celebratory, it was in all respects erotic and driven by a deep, mutual love. Before she could fully focus on the sensations of being against him in this vein, he enveloped her absolutely by his arms. When he pulled back just enough for her to see his eyes, she did not look down or away. His mouth found hers. She followed his lead, moving her head right as his arched to her left. When his tongue touched against them, her lips parted. Connected by a kiss so familiar, she granted him free possession of herself. Their arms firmly encircled each other’s waists. In time, she let her hands fall down over the mounds of his ass, slightly rubbing and caressing his hard muscles there.
“I need to know in simple terms, Aubrey, what you want. I'm overwhelmed by our day and unsure of my ability to truly decipher your signals. I do not want to make any mistakes with you ever again. Anything that does or does not happen between us will be on your terms.” He lowered his own hands, coaxing her up onto her toes so he could pull her sex against his ever-increasing erection. “I think you can surmise that my terms are open to anything.”
“I want you. I want to share my body with you freely, just like I shared my magic with you today. I want to create another kind of magic,” she said quietly, though without a hint of discretion. “I must warn you, it will be different now that you have powers, too. Each touch will be heightened. I give you free reign over my body. I will deny you no pleasure you seek from me, and I will deny myself no pleasure you offer. Is that clear and simple enough for you?” she said in a husky, breathless voice.
“Yes, I believe so.”
He visibly trembled again as he had done upon first seeing the white ball of light in his palms. She wanted nothing more than for them to continue touching her. No more could she continue avoiding him than she could cease breathing.
“Let us head back to the villa,” she offered with a gentle tug.
She stepped out ahead of him on the path. As she walked, she released her few pieces of clothing one at a time, letting them fall to the island floor. By the time they stopped at the cottage door, she paused a moment completely bare before him. He had on nothing more than the silly wrap he had put on again as they left the circle, and she longed to see him fully undressed before her.
The magic of their day had easily shifted into desire and passion. He followed her form to the bed and then stopped inches from her to remove the last clothing barrier between them. With only his staff closing the distance between them, she instructed him, “Close your eyes and just experience the sexual energy swirling around us.”
A few seconds passed before he closed the gap, and the length of his body pressed abundantly up against hers. So naturally unrehearsed, the moment was pure, familiar, different, and right all mixed into one. He ran his hands over her skin, starting with her face. The fire of her breath burned through her lungs as his hands glided over her shoulders and onto her breasts. He feather touched her, never stopping his hands from their roam.
She appreciated the way he explored the outer shape of her body, as if studying her or worshiping her curves. Every inch of her skin thus tingled with small embers of passion. He came back to her mound with his hands moving again over her small patch of curly hair. Then, he made his way between her thighs to move over her lips. She knew he met with moisture there; it had been building to some degree all day.
He played her like a talented musician until the vibrations within her blended into a beautiful song. His hand slick with her liquid desire, he wiggled his fingers further in between her folds. The magic he had tapped into today radiated from his fingertips, and sparks of his power started contractions within her. He strummed her alternately with three fingers as if he plucked strings. Shamelessly, she let herself fall back against the bed and spread her legs open just at the edge of the mattress. As he continued to work her engorged nub, she pushed up against his fingers as the pulses of her climax left her aching to be filled.
Still riding her bliss, his fingers enter her. Glancing at the man who provided her with such extensive pleasure, the reassurance of his own pleasure easily readable in his eyes, he gazed at her body. With two of his fingers stretching her open, the power they held swirling within her inner walls, she came furiously. Her entire being moved by the mystical nature of the event.
His wet fingers slid out slowly, setting off latent reactions, only to feel them join his other hand, which he'd cupped under her ass. As he raised her to him, she let her legs fall to the side, opening as far as physically possible. His tongue grazed over her quivering opening. Having not been given the chance to calm down from his initial ministrations, her body’s response overrode all thoughts. When contractions tore through her swift and strong, her hoarse scream was followed by his muffled groan.
Sensations still swirled around her as he scooped up her body like she weighed nothing. His strength made even a woman of her size feel tiny. When he had her cradled up against his chest with her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs dangling in the air, he stole a kiss.
Laying her down gently again on the mattress and laying himself on top of her, he paused to brush a few capricious curls from her forehead. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes overwhelmed by his tenderness.
“Aubrey, you are the most beautiful witch inside and out. I feel blessed to have you in my life again. I have waited my whole life for a day like this one, even if I did not know what it was I was waiting for.”
She felt a hot drop of liquid fall from his manhood as it rested at the crook where her upper thigh met her sex. Her heart beat hard enough she could feel the force of the blood moving through her veins. She kissed him soft and full at first, letting it build in intensity until her lips felt bruised and yet still ached for more.
“Your magic is this day yours. No one can take it away from you again if you continue to use it. Off of this island it will require more effort on your part at first, but with practice it will become a natural part of who you are and what you do. I am thrilled just knowing I will get to share the discovery with you. I, too, have never felt so loved, or felt so free to share my own love.” The admission freeing in and of itself, everything at this moment perfect, more than she had ever wanted for, she dared touch his face with a shaky hand which brought forth a soft light, a warmth she knew he felt. Now they shared a different kind of magic as well.
“May I enter you?” He asked, always the gentleman.
“Join with me, My Lord.”
Even though she had known his body before, had thus memorized it, as he loomed over her the moment she deemed so similar to the first time. He moved into her with deliberate leisure. She savored each and every spark the brush of his head created inside of her, the sensual build up from opening around him. Once her inner walls enveloped him fully, their breath caught. Their joined magical energy solidified into a white light which crackled like a newly ignited fire as it surrounded their naked forms. Joined in an absolute union in every sense of the word, the physical manifestation of their unified gifts and inseparable affections grew, turning the dark room into day. Sharp contractions of muscles flooded their bodies with hot rolling waves of sensuality.
His seed shot into her. This sudden change brought her to a climax that erupted in pulses of pleasure through her and sparks of bluish and reddish embers around her. It all waxed and waned like the moon, ending with a kiss that lasted until they fell asleep still tangled up in one another.
Chapter Eleven
Edmund awoke the next morning loving the way Aubrey snuggled against his body. He felt powerful, both physically and magically, like a totally new man. The great wisdom of his ancestors whispered to him, and he opened himself up to the new experience. Light voices drifted to his ears with praises from those who came before him even though actual words could not be identified. Somehow, he just knew what they said. Aubrey’s fleeing here, while most inopportune and miserable at the time, solidified his destiny. He'd unlocked his magic and bound her to him forever.