by Eden Redd
“My king…….” Aznara said in the barest whisper.
King Ezra’s cock thickened once more. A shockwave of a pulse burst from his hips, along the shaft and into the seduced succubus. Aznara’s universe opened and thick golden come burst into her, bliss spiraling through her shaky form. The incubus continued to thrust deep, spurting bursts of come. The succubus helped him along by squeezing along his shaft, wringing every drop from his member. When it was finished, both king and concubine sighed.
The Incubus King pulled his wet member from her bottom. Aznara stared off, bliss turning into pain. Tendrils of heat and agony glowed from her belly and spread throughout her body. Paradise slipped away and the succubus curled into a ball. Ezra watched as his body shifted and turned back to his human form. Aznara cried out in torment as fire ignited every cell in her body.
Crawling off the bed, the succubus crashed onto the floor, writhing. With cool eyes, Ezra gazed at the writhing succubus as she thrashed. Aznara was on her hands and knees, mouth open and grunting. Energy pooled into her back, changing the very fabric of her being.
“My gift to you my little one,” The King said with pride.
Aznara was on her feet, clawing at her back. Bone crunched and skin split. Aznara turned to her king, eyes wild. Ezra made no move as he sat and watched. The demoness cried out again as two points protruded from her back. Hollow bone sprouted from her back, unfolding and reaching out. Blood dripped as Aznara fell to her knees. Body heaving; bone unfolded and thin flesh-like skin grew, covering bone and fanning out. Long moments of torment caused the succubus to flex her hands, savoring the pain as new nerves lit up. The pain soon ebbed and faded away.
Aznara stood up and turned to her king, leathery bat like wings outstretched. The king smiled, moving to the edge of the bed and pressing his feet to the floor.
Aznara looked left and right to her new wings, “We haven’t had wings since the first kingdom.”
“The world was young again after the struggle. Many envied our abilities when we first pulled our society together after the Mana Cataclysm. To help protect our people, each generation’s wings grew smaller. Within a few generations, they were there for display and soon they were gone altogether. The Queen and I thought it would be for the best but much time has passed. We will bring back the old times and restore our people to their former glory.”
Ezra stood up and walked to the winged succubus. He put his fingers under her chin and raised her face so their eyes could meet, “This is my gift to you. When I find the Queen, we will come for you to help bring our people together.”
“Find the Queen?” Aznara said with stars in her eyes.
“I have been searching for her for a long time. I believe with current events unfolding, we may find each other soon.”
“I will assist, my king,” Aznara nodded.
“It is still a delicate time. Please accept my second gift,” Ezra said and whispered an arcane word.
Aznara felt a sudden change and a shift in perception. Looking back, her wings faded from view. She could still feel them but could not see them. Reaching back, fingers passed through where she thought they were but could not touch them.
“I have given you an ability to hide your wings. They will be visible if you use them but you can hide them when not in use. No one will be able to touch them unless they are visible. Be wary, once the world sees them, everything will change. For now, keep them as your secret until you are ready,” Ezra said with a fatherly tone.
“I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do,” Aznara said with uncertainty in her voice.
“The night is still young. Your king could use some comfort during the long night,” King Ezra smiled.
Aznara grinned and nodded, “Yes, my king. I shall comfort you for the long night.”
The succubus leaned in and kissed her incubus king. With a warm embrace, they held each other as Aznara’s wings appeared and wrapped around their bodies.
Four
Morning poured into the penthouse. Aznara felt the light of morning touching her bare skin. Stretching, she let out a long purring yawn. Limbs dropping, she reached over to touch her king. Sitting up, she saw that she was alone. Moving to the edge of the bed, she stood up and looked around.
At the bottom of the stairs, she checked the kitchen, bathroom and several other rooms in the back. There was no sign of her king. Wondering if she dreamed it all, she mentally called on her wings. Bat-like wings faded into view, flexing in the morning sunlight.
The succubus smiled as she gave them a mighty flap. She rose an inch off the ground but no more. Bending her knees, she jumped, flapping her wings and guiding herself to the loft bed once again. Landing on the bed, she mentally caused the wings to disappear and she flopped into bed. Grinning, she writhed on the comfortable bed like a cat on its back.
Thoughts floated to her king. She had a feeling he would not be here when she woke. Thinking about him caused her internal fire to burn. Fingers reached between her legs to help please her urges, a cell phone dinged from the living room. Letting out a small sigh, the succubus was on her feet and leaping over the edge. Landing on the living room floor, she rushed over to her clothes scattered about and pulled her cell phone from her pants. Checking her text messages, she read the latest.
“Meet me at 3pm. We need to push your training to the next level. –Hart” The text read.
“I will be there!” Aznara texted back.
The gloom she felt earlier seemed to fade into the background. Thoughts of Sunara were still there but for the first time, the succubus didn’t feel like she was anyone’s lesser. She would keep her wings secret until the time was right. For now, she would continue her training and try to save her rookery sister from the clutches of Damon Wick.
The succubus smiled as her heart lifted. Today was the start of her new life and she was ready for anything.
~Fin~
Blue Mage: City of Night
One
Trystan fell to one knee, breathing heavy and wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Professor Hart stood calmly, eyes on the mage. The basement was hot. Sweat poured off Trystan’s brow as he made it back to his feet. A quick hand signal and a water puddle next to him flew up and reformed into a blue staff. Taking it into both hands, he relaxed his shoulders and eyed the professor with coolness under pressure.
“Maybe we should take a break,” Professor Hart said with an even tone.
“No, not until we get Nia and Sunara back,” The young mage heaved.
Professor Hart relaxed his stance, “Pushing yourself beyond your limits won’t help anyone. We are working on a plan to save them.”
Trystan charged. Professor Hart raised a hand, the air around it hardening but remaining invisible. The young mage made a flurry of attacks but the professor blocked each and every one. With another word, the very air slammed into Trystan, knocking him back. The mage’s staff turned fluid, flying behind him to catch him. With hand signals, the water formed into bolts and blasted forward. The professor knocked each water bolt out of the way but the young mage kept at it, Water bouncing back for another attack. Keeping his calm, he continued to knock them away until he whispered another word. A heart beat thudded and the shock wave blew the water bolts away, throwing Trystan into a wall causing the lights to flicker.
The young mage slid to the ground and let out a deep exhale.
Professor Hart eyed him, seeing the haunted dark circles around his student’s eyes. They had been training for weeks since they returned to Stukarr City. College was starting up in just under two weeks but Trystan was training every night. When he wasn’t training, he was studying spells and effects, honing his own skills for the quest ahead of them.
“Let’s call it a night. We can pick it up again tomorrow night,” Professor Hart said as he walked over and held out his hand.
“I’m not tired,” Trystan said, standing up, not taking his professor’s hand.
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�You may not be but I am. I’m tired of seeing you fighting to exhaustion. The last thing we need is for you to show up to classes with bruises all over you. I admire your strength but you have to have patience.”
“This is more important than classes. Once we save them then life can get back to normal. I can’t slow down until then,” Trystan spit out a glob of blood.
The professor moved in close and put an arm around the young mage’s shoulder. Calmness floated over the mage, pushing down the anguish that clouded his mind. Hart guided the young man to the stairs. The steps creaked as they made their way up and into Professor Hart’s kitchen. Strong hands guided the mage to the kitchen table and sat him down. Turning, he stepped to the refrigerator and pulled out a clear jug of water. Picking up two glasses from the side of the sink, Professor Hart sat down and poured Trystan a glass.
“Do you think if you keep pushing yourself, you will be able to take on Damon Wick all by yourself?”
“I don’t have to take him on. I just have to get in, save our friends and get out,” Trystan nearly spat.
“It is that kind of single-mindlessness that will get yourself killed,” The professor paused for a moment, as if he was picking his words carefully, “I notice you say ‘I’ a lot lately. Have you lost sight of what we are training for?”
Trystan took hold of the cold glass of water but did not raise it to his lips.
The professor continued, “I know you are hurting, we all are, but we need to work together.”
Trystan eyed the professor and his brow formed a hard V, “I have looked at the situation from many different angles. There is no possible way we can enter Fallen York as a force. The numbers are against us. The only way we will be able to succeed is if one person goes alone, infiltrate the enemy and make a quick escape.”
Professor Hart sat listening to every word before he spoke, “You think that person, is you? What about your friends who are also training for this quest?”
Trystan looked away, “They will just slow me down.”
Hart took a quick sip of water before putting the glass down, “We both know that is not true.”
“It is true. If I went by myself to the Broken Islands, Nia and Sunara would have been here in Stukarr City. I would have witnessed the event and then come back to tell everyone what had happened, no one would have been hurt.”
“I know it can be tantalizing, looking back on past mistakes and seeing what you could have done different but will never have the chance to change. Everything makes sense in hindsight but those events shouldn’t color what you will decide for the future. We can put together a plan and save all involved.”
“I haven’t heard a plan. I come here night after night, practicing spells and battle strategies but we haven’t come up with the actual plan to save them. Are we doing it tomorrow, next week or a year from now?” The last word came out a little harsh.
Professor Hart sat back in his chair and let out a small sigh, “If I tell you the possibilities, it will cloud your mind. It will make it harder to see the solutions through the gloom of possible failures. I’m trying to spare you so we can practice at the task at hand.”
The young mage tapped at his glass in visible frustration, “I think you are trying to spare my feelings Professor.”
Hart gave a slight nod and remained quiet.
Trystan leaned in over the table, eyes on his mentor and friend, “Time has run out and I will not leave my best friend to rot.”
“I am going to talk to you as a friend and not as your professor. Will you listen to what I have to say?”
Trystan nodded and kept his eyes on his mentor.
The older mage remained stoic as he spoke, “You are correct in your analyses. From rumors and what information, I could obtain, Fallen York is a fortress filled with every kind of para-human from all corners of Lurth. Even with a small force, we will not be able to penetrate their defenses undetected.”
The young mage’s heart twisted in his chest, “Is that why we have been training? You wanted to keep me busy until you broke the news that we can’t hope to save them?”
Hart shook his head, “No. We need time to overcome these many hurdles. I haven’t given up and neither have you. It will simply take longer than expected.”
Trystan stood up and eyed his mentor, “I know we took it upon ourselves to rescue Nia and Sunara but maybe we have to branch out and find allies? Maybe we need to bring others into our group to help find a solution?”
“I’m weighing that option among many. I promise we will get them back.”
Trystan lowered his gaze to the table, “I’m sorry Professor. I mean no disrespect but I feel we have waited long enough. Trying to spare me is only holding us back from what we need to do. I am not going to go off on my own but I will come up with a plan. I promise to tell you but I’m not looking for your approval.”
Trystan turned to leave when Hart raised a hand. The young mage stopped in his tracks and turned back to the professor.
“You are such a young student. You shouldn’t be going through these kinds of trials. You should be learning and exploring the world. I fear my age and experience hold me back sometimes. For that I ask you to forgive me,” Professor Hart’s gaze lowered.
The blue mage felt an internal pull of sadness. He was about to say something, to remain positive but no words fell from his parted lips. Professor Hart sat for a long moment before looking up to his student.
“Give me three days. In three days I will be ready to discuss a solid plan with you and the group.”
Trystan was still for a span of seconds before he nodded, “Three days. I will also spend that time coming up with my own plans. When we get together, we can decide which course of action to take.”
Hart nodded, “Agreed.”
“Sleep well Professor. See you in three days,” and with that, Trystan walked through the professor’s home and to the front door.
Outside, night had claimed the world once again. The mage wished he could enjoy the starry night but a dark fog clouded his thoughts. Feeling restless, Trystan started walking.
The air was warm and inviting as the mage strolled through the city streets. His phone buzzed in his robe. Taking it out, he looked at the screen and saw Gwen had left a message. The mage shut off the screen and put the cell phone back in his pocket. Walking on, the spire points of the Stukarr Library appeared down a cobbled street. The mage made a beeline for the depository of knowledge.
The main door closed behind him. There was no one at the front desk so Trystan moved like a ghost, deeper into the library. After a number of halls and countless shelves, the mage stepped into the history section. He knew the books he was looking for. Gazing at the shelf, he picked out a few and piled them on a nearby table. Opening one, he began to read.
Time spun on. The restlessness he felt earlier began to wane. A bone-weary weakness seeped into the young man. Eyes heavy, the mage tried to fight back the siren song of sleep. It had been days since he had a solid night’s sleep. He had only gotten by with an hour or two here and there. It finally caught up with the mage and he didn’t even notice himself fall into sleep’s warm embrace.
Shadows licked his mind as the glow of his heart kept them at bay. Anger and frustration turned into twisted creatures, clawing and chasing him through dreamscapes. Nia’s red hair shined brightly and the mage ran with all his might to her. Swords made of water, the mage slashed at any shadow too close. When he was close enough to take in her scent, he reached for her. Red hair turned white. Her young body bent and became haggard. Turning to the mage, decay had taken root and her jaw hung from one side. The mage reached out, arms wide to hold her. When fingers touched her gray skin, Nia turned to dust and slipped through his fingers.
The mage opened his eyes. A dark powerless feeling washed over him. The mage sat up and leaned back in his chair. From down a hall, footsteps echoed. Ignoring the sound, Trystan leaned forward and went back to reading his book.
“I
knew he was here,” Jenny said.
Trystan turned his head to see Jenny and Gwen walking down the hall toward him. The Ink Witch eyed him with concern while Jenny looked on, annoyed. Trystan leafed through the open book in front of him but did not get up.
“He has been doing this ever since we got back. He spends his time looking at history books on the Shadow College or researching spells. I can barely get him to work. Maybe you can talk some sense into him,” Jenny said as if Trystan was not there.
The Ink Witch stepped closer to the weary looking mage, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Trystan looked up for a moment before turning his eyes to the book in front of him.
“Trystan, come home with me,” Gwen said quietly.
The young mage shook his head, “I need to keep researching. It is the only way.”
“He is obsessed,” Jenny sighed.
Gwen turned her head slightly but did not take her eyes off Trystan, “Jenny, can you give us a moment.”
The busty librarian threw her hands up, turned and walked back the way she came. Gwen grabbed a nearby seat and dragged it closer. Sitting down, she reached out and touched the mage’s hand. Trystan stopped looking at the book and turned his eyes to the beautiful witch.
Gwen gave a gentle smile, “Professor Hart told me what happened.”
Trystan closed the book with one hand and squeezed Gwen’s hand with the other. A silence engulfed the couple as they sat. After a long moment, it was Trystan who stood up first. Gwen was to her feet, eyes drinking in her weakened lover. The mage took hold of the witch and held her close, bodies pressing together. Gwen buried her face in his neck and they held each other.
“You are working too hard. I trust Professor Hart will have a plan,” Gwen said as she took in Trystan’s scent, savoring it.
“I know he will too,” Trystan said simply.
“Come home with me,” Gwen whispered.
“I don’t think I will be very good company.”
“You need to rest. We will save them both soon.”