Blue Mage: Apprentice Omnibus: A Fantasy Romance Adventure (Books 1 - 3) (Blue Mage Series)

by Eden Redd

  “Not…..fair!” Sylk grunted as the water bound her.

  “It seems pretty fair to me.” Trystan chuckled.

  Standing over the familiar as she was gently laid to the ground, Trystan stared while she struggled.

  “I could get used to chaining you up.”

  “Don’t get any funny ideas.” Sylk said in a low growl.

  Trystan clapped his hands and the thin stream of water burst and dripped away. The siren stood up and looked to her master. Silently they smiled and continued their walk to the pond.

  Sylk opened the back pack and pulled out a blanket. Laying it down, the siren dug into the back pack of holding a little further and pulled out a basket with cheese, breads and a bottle of wine. Trystan eyed the siren as she carefully set everything up in the shadow of a large tree. Standing up, the siren turned to her master with stars in her eyes.

  “Do you like it?” The siren asked with webbed fists to her chin.

  “It’s beautiful.” Trystan smiled.

  The siren jumped for joy. Trystan sat down on the blanket and lay back. Sylk went to the basket and rummaged through it. Taking hold, the siren pulled out a thin medium sized tube with holes in it. Putting it sideways, she began blowing into the end and calming notes played.

  “I didn’t know you could play an instrument.” Trystan said as he watched Sylk play.

  The siren ignored her master and played on, willowy notes carried on the small morning breeze. The music calmed the mage even further, forgetting all the darkness crowding his stressed out mind. On it went as the siren played and dragon flies fluttered close to the familiar. When she was finished, Trystan clapped.

  “Bravo.” Trystan said with a cheery smile.

  “Thank you Master.” Sylk put the flute down and crawled over to her master.

  The siren lay next to her master and snuggled closer, a webbed hand reaching out and laying on his chest. Trystan took hold of her hand and held it close to his heart. The two lay in the shade, taking in the natural sounds around them.

  “You make me happy.” Sylk said almost childishly.

  “You make me happy, when you’re not making me crazy.”

  Sylk snuggled closer. “When I see you or feel you, there is a spark and I want you all the time.”

  “I can tell.” Trystan gave the siren’s hand a squeeze.

  “I can’t help it if I have the sexiest master in the world.” The siren purred.

  “I wouldn’t say the world, maybe the city but not the world.” Trystan smirked.

  Sylk smiled, pushing her face to her master’s neck, taking in his scent. After a long moment, the siren let go of her master’s hand, rolled over and reached into the back pack. Pulling out a book, she opened it and turned to a dog eared page. Putting the book into Trystan’s hand, she sat up and crossed her legs.

  Trystan sat up and looked at the book in his hands. Instantly he recognized it. “My poetry book?”

  “Read a poem. I love reading your poetry but I want to hear it from you.” Sylk smiled.

  “I….well…..It’s pretty boring stuff. Maybe we can….” Trystan was cut off.

  “Read it master. I want to hear it from you.” The siren raised her voice.

  Trystan looked to her and her adoring eyes stared back. The mage took a deep breath. He knew she was dead set on it and he didn’t have much of a choice. Looking at his own handwriting, the mage let the words flow. The poem elegantly touched and caressed images of the ocean. It spoke of a tale on unrequited love for something so immensely vast. It went on about crushing love and deep blue understanding. Sylk was riveted as she watched her master say the words and her heart strings played to a sensual ballet. When Trystan was done, he put down the book and Sylk was crawling closer, heat in her eyes.

  “Master…..” The siren whispered.

  Trystan sat, looking to his familiar as webbed hands reached out to touch him. Unsure what to say, he remained quiet as delicate blue hands reached and undid his belt. The mage knew better than to deny his familiar but there was something more to Sylk’s movements. Her oval eyes looked up to him and watered as the belt was pulled from his pants. Unbuttoning them, the siren gently opened them.

  “Are you okay?” Trystan asked as webbed hands pulled at his pants.

  “I can’t control myself. I don’t want to, Trystan.”

  “Trystan?” The mage said with concerned eyes.

  “You will always be my master but right now, you are Trystan.” The siren said seductively.

  Pants off and member half hard, Trystan looked around and hoped no one was watching. The siren was on her knees and reaching for his shirt. Lifting it over his head, the young mage sat up naked. Back on her knees, Sylk snapped her fingers and her tiny black bikini melted away.

  A surge of blood rushed to Trystan’s manhood. Freya’s conditioning still affected him but he had no way of hiding it. Engorged with blood, the mage’s staff stood straight up before the siren. Sylk looked down with wondering eyes and then looked to her master as it began to make sense.

  “Is that why you don’t want me snapping my fingers? It makes you hard?” The siren leered.

  Red faced, Trystan looked away. “Freya conditioned me to get a hard on every time she snapped her fingers. It’s embarrassing.”

  Sylk looked to her master with understanding. “Not to me.”

  “It has to stay between us.” Trystan pleaded as he thought of the endless mocking and snapping of fingers.

  “Your secrets are safe with me.” A blue webbed hand reached down and gently stroked along the shaft.

  “Sylk….I….” the mage was finding it harder and harder to speak as the siren continued to stroke him.

  Looking down at her master’s manhood, the siren whispered. “Trystan, why do you fear love?”

  Trystan said nothing as the siren continued her expert touch.

  “You fear it from Nia. You fear it from me.”

  The mage gave a breathy sigh. “Love is powerful. I don’t want it to consume me. I don’t want to lose myself to it.”

  “You cannot deny it. We love you. I love you.” Sylk whispered.

  Hand reaching out, fingers touched blue hair. Sylk looked back, pointed ears sticking out from locks of hair, a sly smile on her lips. The mage caressed his familiar’s neck, unsure what to say next.

  “I want you but not as your familiar.” Sylk said as she sat next to Trystan, pressing her naked breasts to his arm.

  “You will always be my familiar.” Trystan whispered.

  “Not this time. Not now. I am your friend.” Sylk let go of Trystan’s throbbing manhood and turned away.

  Heart pumping, fear and love clashed in a maelstrom of chaos. Despite his feelings for Nia, Bella and Sylk, he held them all at bay. Their love overwhelms him at times and he wanted nothing more than to run away. The mage endured an abusive relationship with a terrible person and now that he had love pouring out to him, he wanted to run just like he imagined he would when he was with Freya. Committing seemed like a nightmare which further fueled the abyssal doubt in his mind. That night with Nia, not wanting to be controlled, maybe he was having a difficult time letting all the abuse go. Maybe he was some broken person and feared he would destroy what beauty has come to his pathetic life?

  Shrinking away, Sylk clasped a hand on her bare arm. The breeze blew through her hair and the mage couldn’t tear his eyes from her perfect form. Lust burned but it was love that brought madness to his urges. Reaching out, the mage grabbed Sylk’s arm. Roughly he turned her around. The siren fell forward, pressing her body to his, eyes looking up with desire. Trystan cupped her chin and brought her face close. Lips locked in a passionate kiss, tongues slipping into warm mouths.

  The siren moaned as she moved as close as she could. Trystan held her by the arm, pulling her nearly on top of him. Wild flashes of heat and mana struck out, twirling into each other in a playful dance. The siren moved with a hunger. A firm thigh went over Trystan’s waist and she nestl
ed her wet slit against Trystan’s pulsating cock. Flexing thigh muscles, she raised herself up to give some room. A webbed hand took hold of her master’s cock and pressed the head to her tight opening.

  Bliss bloomed as the siren wiggled her way down her master’s shaft. Sylk bit her lip and hissed her pleasure as she slid down, taking all of him. Trystan manically took hold of her hips and forced her down to the base of his member. Squeezing, the siren let out gasps as her master held her in place. Looking at the siren, Trystan felt a burst of heat from his heart. The expression and pulsating heat between their bodies caused Sylk to bury her face into her master’s neck.

  “Oh Trystan……Trystan…” Sylk cried as her body moved of its own accord.

  The mage helped the siren along, controlling the rhythm as the siren moved on him. Moans vibrated from the mage’s throat as fingers cupped Sylk’s firm bottom. Impaling the blue skinned siren, moans intensified as they moved in sync. The sounds of birds chirping only added to the feeling of awe master and familiar experienced. The mage let loose his hungry urges, squeezing the siren’s behind, urging her to move faster on his rock hard member.

  Blue nipples pressed against Trystan’s chest, pointed and hard. The mage buried his face into the siren’s blue hair. Bodies locked in loving embrace, the two lovers groaned their bliss. The outside world became silent as the beat of two hearts was all they could hear.

  Trystan turned around and lay Sylk down without breaking their connection. The siren moaned louder as Trystan’s body engulfed her. Legs curled around the mage’s waist and webbed hands curled under his arms. Fingers clawed at flesh as Trystan thrust his hips and member into the siren.

  “Fuck me! Never stop fucking me!” Sylk half screamed, half moaned.

  The siren could feel her master grow thicker. She squeezed, wetness spilling over his shaft and base with each thrust. Trystan became a beast, driving all emotion into his beautiful familiar.

  Sylk leaned back, a hand moving to the side of his face. “I love you Trystan.”

  Eyes staring and his movement slowing, the mage looked deep into the siren’s eyes.

  “I love you.” Trystan whispered.

  The siren felt an explosion of bliss. Overpowering waves of heat echoed throughout her body. Nerves curled and finally exploded. The siren screamed out as her body shuddered. With one final squeeze, Trystan couldn’t hold back any longer. Groaning, spurts of molten come burst from the tip of his manhood. Holding each other tightly, Sylk moved her hips as Trystan drove the point home, another spurt of come filling her tight valley.

  Breathing heavy, mage and siren gazed into each other’s eyes. A second later they hugged each other close. Sylk ran fingers through her master’s hair. Her eyes closed and a content smile appeared on her lips.

  A distance away, behind a thick tree a shadow watched. A pointed tongue snaked out and licked moist lips, demonic eyes never looking away from the lovers.

  Nine

  Trystan sat on Nia’s bed, hands folded. The dorm room was a mess with clothes strewn everywhere. The mage had never seen his friend so messy, ever. Nia was pulling clothes out of her closet. Trystan couldn’t keep his eyes off Nia’s bottom as it bounced. She was wearing only pink lacey panties and a pink bra. The fire mage moved as if Trystan wasn’t there.

  “Found it!” Nia shouted triumphantly.

  Trystan watched as Nia pulled out a long crimson red dress. Holding it to her body, the mage could see the leg slit went all the way to her hip.

  “Umm..you can’t wear underwear with that.” Trystan said while still staring at her exposed leg.

  Nia smiled and took hold of her panty band. Pulling down, she let them fall and stepped out of them. The mage continued to stare as glimpses of her short red hair seemed to call out to him. Nia was quick, putting the dress over her head and sliding it down her body. Trystan crossed his legs to hide his hardening manhood.

  Nia fixed herself up and then did a little twirl. The blue mage liked how the dress hugged all the right places. When Nia finished twirling, she reached down and took Trystan’s hands into hers and pulled. The mage was on his feet and Nia eyed him. The mage was wearing black jeans and a dark blue button up shirt. The two of the top buttons were undone showing some of his toned chest.

  Nia reached over and undid another button. “There, perfect.”

  “You still haven’t told me how we are going to dodge the magistrate patrols?” Concern bleeding into the mage’s voice.

  Nia moved back to the closet and rummaged through. When the sound stopped, the mage pulled out a small wooden box. Bringing it over, Nia put it down on her bed. Lifting the top, Trystan could see four potions inside and a side pocket filled with ingredients.

  “I earned Professor Sebastian’s trust in potions class. He gave me the key to the ingredient room. I did a little research and figured out an invisibility potion. It took me a few days to sneak out some of the ingredients but it was worth it. Each potion has enough for two doses so don’t drink it all in one shot.”

  Trystan looked at the potions and rubbed his chin. “Magistrates can see through invisibility effects. It’s like one of their prerequisites.”

  “I took that into account. These potions are mixed with a phantasm potion. Not only we will be invisible but we will be able to walk through walls. As far as I know, magistrates cannot see through walls.”

  Trystan was about to say something but closed his mouth instead. The clever mage had a point. From what Trystan knew of magistrates, they can detect subtle movements and thin whispers of mana and magic but seeing through walls, he wasn’t sure.

  “Even if they do catch us, they will just make us come back here. This is our chance to see if we can outwit everyone.”

  Trystan continued to rub his chin. “You think it is wise to share this with the succubus sisters?”

  Nia smiled and threw her arms around Trystan’s neck. “You worry too much. I talked to them over the week. They may come off spooky and sex starved but they seem pretty okay once you get to know them.”

  “You can’t know someone in a week.” Trystan said as his hands encircled Nia’s waist.

  “My blue mage, you worry too much. This is college. We should be having adventures. What’s a little breaking the rules?” Nia kissed Trystan full on the lips.

  The mage’s concern melted away as he held Nia close. Maybe he was being a little too cautious. A secret party run was what they needed to forget about any troubles and bad dreams. Excitement pumped from his heart as he knew they were committed to doing the deed.

  “Take your potion and put it in your inner robe pocket. I will carry the other three. We are all meeting at the memorial wall. Once there, we will take the potion and head straight to the party.” Nia said with a big smile.

  Trystan looked out the small window. Night had already settled. Lights from distant buildings were on but the streets were empty. Stars twinkled high in the night sky.”

  “If anything happens, we should have a meet up place.” Trystan sighed.

  Nia looked at him with half closed eyes and mischief in her smirk. “We can meet back here. I was planning on bringing you back here anyway.”

  Trystan couldn’t help but smile. Nia’s excitement made him excited. “Okay. I’m in.”

  “Not yet but we can talk about that later.” Nia said slyly as she broke his grip and reached for her red robe.

  Closing their robes, the two mages stepped out of the dorm room. The hallway was filled with students as they drank, talked and laughed. Being stuck inside was driving everyone crazy and party’s spilled out of rooms. With closed robes, Trystan and Nia looked like everyone else. They walked by and no one really took notice as they went to the stairs and slipped through the door.

  Down a few flights and two more doors and they were both out in the night air. Walking briskly, they headed straight for the memorial. The campus grounds were empty. There wasn’t even a security guard walking around. Nia led the way, holding Trystan’s
hand.

  A few minutes later they were at the entrance to the memorial. Walking inside, Trystan kept his eyes peeled. Nerves fired and terrible feelings washed over him. He swore this was some kind of trap. They would be stopped and sent back to their dorms, under guard.

  “Border wars.” a whisper came from the darkness.

  “What?” Trystan whispered back.

  “Demon love.” Nia whispered.

  From the shadows, two horned demons appeared. Trystan couldn’t believe how easy they made it look to hide. Aznara wore a one piece black and red bathing suit. At least that was what Trystan thought. The edges had lace and the fabric was thin and left very little to the imagination. The succubus threw a kiss in Trystan’s direction.

  Sunara was wearing a long blue and white dress. Arms were bare and a corset was wrapped around her waist. The blue haired succubus smiled at Nia. The two demons moved closer with a glow in their eyes.

  “You have the stuff?” Aznara said with a gleeful grin.

  “Oh I have the stuff.” Nia said while digging out two potions from her robe and handing one to each of the succubi. “Remember, only drink half. You will need the other half to get back.”

  “This is going to be a fun night.” Aznara squealed.

  “Once we take the potions, we have to head due east. If the potion can help us walk through walls then we should take the streets until we see a magistrate.” Sunara hefted the potion in her hand.

  “Then we can duck into a building. If we get split up, then we all meet at the party. Deal?” Nia finished.

  Everyone nodded their heads.

  Nia unplugged and put the potion to her lips. “Now or never.”