Blue Mage: Apprentice Omnibus: A Fantasy Romance Adventure (Books 1 - 3) (Blue Mage Series)
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The old man lifted his head and opened his tired eyes. Standing up without a word, the man reached down to the leather case and put it on the chair. Hands dove in and fished out vials, a case of needles and a small bowl. Turning, the old man walked over to Trystan and placed the equipment by the mage’s head. Pulling out a needle with a small cup at the end, Harold inspected his tools.
Freya looked down at the confused Trystan. “Harold here is very good at what he does. He is going to work on you while…..” Freya looked along Trystan’s body and bit her lip. “…….while I work on you.”
“Stop this Freya. You have always crossed the line but this is too much even for you.”
Freya’s eyes locked on Trystan’s wilted manhood. “This is only the beginning. Do you know why I kept you around for so long? I mean I still fooled around but I liked having you there just for me.”
Trystan groaned as the room spun out of control.
Freya continued. “I felt you were one of those boys that had to be molded and shaped. You would never achieve greatness and needed a woman to ensure you reach your full potential. I saw that in you and now I am going to make that happen for you.”
The shadow mage snapped her fingers. Blood rushed to Trystan’s member and it quickly stood to attention.
“I’m glad my teachings have not fallen to the wayside. I thought maybe your red headed bitch would have taught you a new trick.”
“Freya…I never wanted greatness…..I just want to live my life…” Trystan said as his eyes darted around in their sockets.
Freya took hold of his member and stroked it slowly. “Sometimes greatness is thrust upon you. Did I forget to mention that you don’t have a say in it?”
Sharp pain stabbed into Trystan’s skin. Even through the confusion, the mage could see Harold stabbing his needle into skin over his heart. Pain flared again as the old man poured black liquid from a vial into the small cup at the top of the needle.
“What are you doing?” Trystan asked through the pain.
“Harold is going to give you something special. Something to remember me by.” Freya said whimsically as she let go of the mage’s cock.
The shadow mage took hold of her robe and peeled it open. Trystan turned his head to Freya. The room still spun but her body was stable in the chaos. The petite woman let the robe drop to the floor. Hand sized breasts hung, defying gravity, nipples pointed. Her shaven womanhood was plain to see. One thigh held the tattoo of a dark elf while the other had a tattoo of a ghost.
“I don’t want this…whatever it is…” Trystan said in a low voice.
Freya moved closer. “It is a gift. You can’t send it back. It will take some time for Harold to complete it so I thought we would spend some quality time together.”
The shadow mage crawled into the stone slab and nestled between Trystan’s open thighs. The mage picked his head up to see her dip her head down, eyes meeting his. Trystan tried to fight but his body betrayed him. Lips kissed the tip of his manhood and a small tongue slipped out to lick it.
Shadows bloomed along the walls. Freya continued to kiss and lick Trystan’s member as figures emerged from the shadows. The mage turned to see several robed figures with their backs against the walls. Hoods covered heads and the gleaming shine of eyes stared at the mage.
“Don’t mind them. They are some of my friends and classmates. I talked about you so much that they had to see you.” Freya said it like it was nothing before taking his cock head back into her mouth.
Harold pressed the needle to skin again and again. Trystan growled to the pain and gasped as Freya sucked inches into her mouth. The room tilted and spun. Trystan fought to regain some kind of control. Struggling, Harold pressed harder. Pain spiked and Trystan yelled.
“The more you move, the more it will hurt.” Harold said impatiently.
Freya continued to suck and suck as the mage felt his strength give out. Laying on the cool stone, Freya continued to sloppily suck his member. On and on it went as ink was stabbed into skin. Freya could feel her own desires well up as the mage stopped struggling. With him submissive, she let go of his member and licked her lips.
“My pussy missed that hard cock of yours.” Freya said as she crawled over the mage.
The shadow mage looked into Trystan’s confused and pained expression and satisfaction seeped into her eyes. Pressing her shaved womanhood to his throbbing member, she pushed down. Freya let out a long deep moan as the bound mage’s cock spread her inner walls. Wetness dripped down his shaft and the shadow mage hissed her approval.
The door opened and another robed figure stepped in. Trystan lazily looked passed Freya as she mounted him. Eyes focusing, he could see the man with short black hair stare back at the mage. He wore a dark purple robe and a smirk on his lips. The man was handsome as he stepped closer. His face had strong features and a square jaw. Trystan thought he looked like a prince from some fairy tale. Gray eyes looked down at the mage and stood by the stone slab, opposite of Harold and his work. The other robed figures in the room bowed their heads.
“This is him.” The man said with a deep voice.
“Yes master.” Freya moaned as she began to move on Trystan’s staff.
The man turned an eye to Freya. “Please Freya, call me Damon. You sound so formal when you call me master.”
“Forgive me….Damon.” Freya moaned as she moved her hips.
Damon turned his attention back to Trystan. “So the witch chose you to be Bella’s new master. I can see why she would. I can smell the purity of spirit. She likes them young looking.”
“Who….who are you? Why……” Trystan could barely manage to talk.
Damon smiled kindly. “It will all be revealed with time. I can tell you have touched the Libro Nocte. The hint of shadows touched your mind and you beg to know more. Thank you for helping us gain the ritual from the black book. Your actions will help the cause greatly.”
“The Dead Mother….you…”
Damon nodded. “She was a means to an end. She served her usefulness and now we have the next part to a grand design.”
“Why?” Trystan stared.
Damon ran fingers through Trystan’s hair. “Can’t spoil the surprise now can we. When everything is said and done, there will be a place for you within our colleges. For now, continue as though nothing has happened.”
Freya moaned louder as she moved her hips to a faster tempo. Trystan felt a groan escape his own lips and deep needs pushed to be released.
“I will tell the professors. I will tell them of you.” Trystan said with conviction.
Damon smiled. “No you won’t. You won’t remember any of this until the time is right.”
Freya whined and moaned, squeezing the mage between her legs. Trystan felt himself thicken as Freya’s pussy squeezed him tighter. Breasts bouncing, the shadow mage let her enjoyment become louder and louder.
Damon leaned his head close to Trystan. “Be well young mage. I have a final gift for you.”
Damon leaned in close to Trystan’s ear. Whispered words poured out and the mage stared at the ceiling. Arcane knowledge blazed into firing neurons as the words took a life of their own. Trystan could do nothing as the words sunk deep into his mind, into a place so far down that no light can touch it. When Damon was finished, he stood back up and grinned.
“I’m coming!” Freya shouted.
“I will leave you all to it. Trystan, I look forward to meeting again.” Damon said.
Trystan groaned as Freya slammed her hips down on the mage’s rigid member. The heated movements caused her nerves to flare with ecstasy. Freya let out a deep moan and she shuddered with quivering excitement. Internal explosions showered her body with untold bliss.
Trystan cried out as his cock stiffened to nearly the breaking point. Needle pain stabbed into his skin as hips bucked. Jets of come spurted into Freya as she languished in a blissful stupor. A part of the mage’s very spirit was pulled with him as more and more come spurted beyon
d his control.
Damon lifted up a finger and tapped Trystan right on the forehead. Darkness smothered out the light as Trystan fell into the black abyss, spirals of pain trailing behind him.
Fifteen
The light outside the moving train began to fade. Trystan sat at the edge of the bed, elbows on knees, eyes staring at nothing in particular. Gwen lay next to him, her stomach touching his lower back and her hand on his shoulder. Blue eyes stared at him, pondering on how best to comfort the mage.
“Your ex-husband and my ex-girlfriend did this to me. They manipulated me and inked this black oval over my heart. I don’t even know what to say.”
Gwen turned her head to the window. “Trystan……I…….” The witch trailed off.
The mage turned to the raven haired witch. “I know you didn’t have any part in this. Don’t feel guilty for what your ex-husband has done.”
Gwen’s expression saddened. “I do feel responsible. If I never asked you to find Bella, then you would be living your life free of these horrific events.”
Trystan reached out and ran fingers through Gwen’s long hair. “You had no idea. Besides, my ex-girlfriend is a psycho. She would have found some way to punish me for leaving her. She is simply that crazy.”
Gwen looked to Trystan and smiled sadly. “You don’t hate me?”
Trystan smirked. “How could I hate someone I love.”
Gwen smiled and her eyes held a restrained darkness. “What about Nia?”
The mage let his head hang. “I love her too. I will have to be honest with her. I cannot keep this a secret.”
“Neither can I. Whatever happens; I will treasure our time.” Gwen let go of his shoulder and took his hand into hers.
Trystan nodded. “What do we do now? I mean this is scary stuff. How can I continue going to the college if I may be a danger to it and everyone there?”
“When we get home, I will speak to the Headmaster and Headmistress. I saw everything you experienced. We can discuss how best to remove the oval over your heart and stop Damon’s plans. I will always be at your side and make sure we overcome this terrible curse.”
Trystan looked down at Gwen’s nude body. “What should we do in the mean time?” The mage smirked.
Gwen eyed him and a small smile appeared. “We should get something to eat. We won’t be back to Stukarr until early morning. We could spend the night talking or…..”
“Whatever we do, I want us together.” Trystan said as his hand glided over her smooth back.
“As you wish, mage.” Gwen said with a glowing smile.
***
The gentle glow of the dawn’s early light touched the eastern sky. Rays of sunlight burned at the foggy gloom covering Stukarr city. Aznara gave Trystan a long hug before walking off back to the dorms. She couldn’t stop talking about seeing Sunara again. The mage and witch waved goodbye as the succubus was swallowed up by the morning fog.
Gwen turned to Trystan. “I’ll bring Bellatrix to the college and tell the Headmaster and Headmistress about everything we have learned. I will text you when everything is said and done. They will most likely want to meet with you to discuss options and solutions.”
Gwen could see the dark circles under Trystan’s eyes. They had spent most of the night together and sleep wasn’t had by either. “You should go home and get some sleep. Today could be a long day.”
Trystan nodded. “I will.”
Gwen shifted on her booted feet, unsure how they should part. Trystan noticed it and took hold of the witch by the arm. Kissing, they held each other fiercely. When they finally parted, Trystan looked to the beautiful witch.
“I will see you later.” Trystan smiled.
Gwen nodded and hugged him one more time. The two left the train station together. They parted when they were close to the college, Trystan going to the penthouse off campus and Gwen walking to the main entrance of the college.
The elevator ride was quiet. The mage reached the top floor and walked down the hallway. Sleep harassed his weary form. Walking in, the penthouse was quiet. The sun shined brightly as it lit up the main room with morning light.
The mage moved like a zombie to his bedroom door. Opening it, he slipped in and closed the door behind him. Looking to his bed, a figure lay under the covers, blanket snuggled to a feminine chin. Red hair splayed out over a white pillow. The mage stared at Nia as she slept, closed eyes filled with peace. Back pack sliding off his shoulder and eyes half parted, the fire mage looked to the bedroom entrance.
“I missed you.” Nia said with a whisper. “Get naked and come to bed.”
Trystan gave a half smile. “I should shower first.”
“You don’t have to shower. I like you dirty.” Nia said as her eyes closed again.
Trystan crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “When did you get back?”
“Middle of the night.” Nia said and took in a deep breath.
Trystan was silent for a moment, wondering how he was going to tell the love of his life that he slept with someone who also might be the love of his life. Nia’s eyes half opened again and she looked to Trystan’s creased brow.
“What’s wrong?” Nia said as she tried to wake up.
“I have to tell you something.” Trystan said in a low voice.
Nia’s eyes blinked and she stirred from her comfy spot. Turning her face to Trystan, she pushed the cobwebs away and listened.
Trystan’s fingers fiddled with each other as he looked to the floor. Clenching his jaw, the mage decided it was best to be honest.
“Gwen and I slept together.” The mage blurted out.
Nia’s eyes closed and she snuggled into the blankets a little more. “I know. I can smell her on you.”
Trystan looked to Nia’s closed eyes. Regret and sadness rained down on the mage’s heart as he felt he destroyed the best thing to ever happen to him. Nerves flared as he readied himself for the storm of fighting and lashing out that happens when you hear the person you loved cheated on you.
“I understand if you want yell or scream at me.” Trystan said after a long pause of silence.
Nia opened one eye. “Why would I do that?”
Trystan looked to the red head in confusion. “I thought that would be terrible. I thought familiars were okay but…..”
“Trystan, we are dating. You can sleep with whomever you want. I’m not your keeper. Now get naked and get under the covers with me.” Nia smirked.
“I said I loved her.” Trystan bared his true feelings.
“I know you would. You’re a loving guy.” Nia sat up and the blanket fell away to reveal her naked body. “I’m pretty understanding but you should stop thinking everything you do is going to hurt me or hurt us. I know how you feel but tell me, do you love her more than anyone else?”
Trystan was silent. He couldn’t base it off loving one more than the other. The love he felt for Nia, Sylk and Gwen was big but it didn’t overshadow each other. For Trystan, love was love. Either you do or you don’t. There was no middle ground.
Nia continued. “Trystan, you love who you love. I think I know you well enough to know what I’m getting into with you. Am I wrong?”
Trystan looked to the beautiful red head. “No, no you’re not.”
Nia ran a hand through her own hair, firm breasts bouncing softly. “So take off your clothes and get into bed with me.” The fire mage commanded.
Trystan was on his feet and shedding his clothes. Looking down, he watched as Nia’s hand disappeared under the blanket covering her waist. Hand and fingers sliding, she leaned back into the bed and stared at her mage as he undressed. When Trystan was fully naked, she stared as his manhood grew right before her eyes. Tossing the blanket aside, Trystan could see her toying with herself, her other hand beckoning him into bed.
The mage slipped into bed. Bodies pressing to each other, Trystan took a deep inhale of Nia’s scent when something else mixed with it. Curious eyes turned to Nia as her hand took hold of h
is member and guided it toward her waiting womanhood.
“I smell Sunara.” Trystan said simply.
“Do you want to talk about Gwen and Sunara or do you want to fuck me?” Nia smiled.
The mage returned the smile. Without much foreplay and his body aching from soreness, Trystan pushed himself into Nia’s tight opening. The mage couldn’t believe how fortunate they both were to find each other in this world and he thanked whatever gods were listening. The pain and torment of his past melted into the background. Bodies writhing and moans rising, Trystan knew he had a lot to think about. But that all would have to wait. Life was much too short to spend on the evils at his doorstep. Gasps mixed with scents of sex. Moans grew louder and louder. The fire mage moved her body to Trystan’s, eyes drinking in the hard lust in his eyes.
Urges screaming, the mages moaned their desires as muscles clenched and hearts exploded. Breathing heavy, Trystan continued to move into Nia as their orgasms died down. Nia curled her legs around his waist, making sure to keep him there, milking every last drop of his seed.
Trystan felt a dreamy veil descend upon both of them. The world could end tomorrow but for now, their love entwined, growing stronger with each passing moment. The mage knew that with Nia at his side, they could take on whatever horrors may come and they will succeed.
Trystan rolled over but kept Nia in his arms. The two mages fell asleep, dreaming wondrous dreams in each other’s embrace.
Sixteen
Trystan and Nia walked through the pristine campus grounds, fingers entwined. The mages couldn’t keep their hands off each other as they strolled to Headmaster Gloomis’s home. The red head looked down shyly as Trystan kept turning his head to glance at her. Twice they had to stop walking to kiss and hold each other. Some students huffed as they passed the couple while a few others smiled. The day was crystal clear and the sun shined brightly in the noon sky.
The mages continued their slow march, passing home after home belonging to professors working at the college. The designs were modest but carried an underlining creative flare depending on the personality. It was evident when they reached Master Gloomis’s house. It stood the tallest and largest, equal to the home next to it belonging to Headmistress Vela.