She shifted suddenly, and he lost the rhythm on her clit. The hand on his head dragged it away from her body, and he looked up to see her smiling at him. One smooth leg disentangled itself from Pol’s shoulder, and then the other followed its partner. Heldi stood up in front of the kneeling acolyte, Pol’s face level with her navel.
“I am dissatisfied with your gift, Pol.” The words were a stern rebuke, but there was an arch quality to her voice that made Pol doubt their sincerity.
“Destroy it.”
“Easy.” The one magic Pol was reliably able to do was destruction. Half the stone balls Margase had brought before him had been blinked out of existence.
“Not your way, Pol,” said Heldi, walking a short way away from him. “With your lack of control, I’m liable to lose a leg. Break the statue apart.”
“And what do I get for it?” Pol rose to his feet, admiring the nude Sorcerer as she walked back to him.
Her hand grasped at his crotch, sliding across the hard cock mostly hidden beneath his trousers.
“If you prove to be a gentle touch, I might prove to be the same,” Heldi told him.
Pol stared at the bust. It wasn’t much taller than his knees. He’d broken it off the balustrade, he reasoned. Breaking it apart shouldn’t be much harder. He thought of what breaking something might feel like, snapping a twig, or halving a loaf of hard bread with Kiera on the road. He began to feel the numbness again, but without a hand gesture, it pulsed in his chest, so that he became aware of his heartbeat, but in a way that felt far off and muted, like watching a thunderstorm roll through the sky miles away.
The bust split down the center, each half tumbling into the grass, and Heldi’s hot breath was in his ear as she stood on her tiptoes to whisper, “Good. Again,” to him. He felt her body pressed against his, her hands undoing his belt.
Pol concentrated again, summoning not only the breaking memories, but the thought of the pieces of the bust breaking, the numbness growing strong again as the pieces of the bust convulsed and snapped in half widthwise.
Heldi had freed his cock from his trousers, and she was kissing at his neck. Her hand grasped his cock, and Pol groaned at how warm and soft her palm felt against him. Heldi gave him a long, slow stroke, her firm grasp running him from base almost to the darker head of his thick cock. A clear drop of precum slipped out of him, and Heldi wiped it onto her finger tip, where it clung like dew as she brought it to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out, licking it off.
“Mmm,” she said, sucking on her finger as Pol groaned at the sight and the hand on his cock coaxing more of the translucent fluid from him. Heldi began to coat her palm in it, her strokes becoming more vigorous as her hand glided along his shaft, feeling Pol harden further in return.
“I’ve changed my mind,” she told him. “Put it back together for me.”
Pol groaned.
“Now?”
“While you’re motivated to do so, certainly. Don’t you think there will be a reward here, too?” Her hand on his cock gave it a firm tug, and her free hand roamed inside his trousers, fondling his balls.
Pol once again turned his attention to the statue, or the pieces of it, anyhow. He was losing patience for trying magic, and was determined to get it over with. Put back together. He gestured with his hands, trying to ignore the delicious sensation of Heldi’s fist sliding along his cock, and the four pieces of the statue rose into the air. He pressed his hands together and the four came together, fitting in tightly so that no cracks were visible between them.
When he set it down, it crumbled back into pieces.
“Vash damn this,” said Pol.
“You’re making tremendous strides, Pol,” Heldi told him. She had both hands around his throbbing manhood now, running them up and down the length of him. “And that was a good try. You just need to focus more on joining.”
“Joining.” His tone was dull and flat as he went back to the pieces. Once again numbness coursed through his hands as he arranged the pieces to form the statue. But this time, he held the sensation a little further, pressing a little tighter. It seemed to him like he felt a little resistance, like he was pushing on a stone that refused to move. When he set the statue down, it stayed one piece.
“I did it!” he crowed and then groaned when Heldi knelt in front of him. The beautiful woman held his cock in front of her face, her eyes meeting his. Heldi wrapped one hand underneath the seat of his pants, squeezing one cheek of his ass, her tongue playing with the base of the head where it met the shaft. She pulled him a little closer, until her lips embraced the bottom of his cock and then slid down the shaft towards his balls, which she pulled into her mouth, each in turn. He watched as her full lips traveled back up his length, the tongue swirling around the tip, licking at the fluid she drew from him with her hand. Her big almond eyes held his gaze as her tongue retreated inside her mouth and her mouth approached the head of his cock. Her eyes sparkled as his length disappeared between her lips.
Pol groaned and ran his hands through his hair as Heldi began to go to work on his cock, starting short, slow, and shallow, occasionally popping his cockhead out of her mouth. His shirt was getting in the way and he shed it. He fondled her right tit, pulling at her nipple until he prompted a moan out of her to match the continued litany of noise that trailed out of his mouth. Pol began to sink to his knees, and Heldi backed up until she was on her knees and elbows, sucking on Pol with abandon. She was taking as much as she could handle without gagging, although sometimes she misjudged and sent her saliva trailing down his length. Pol leaned over her, close enough so he could almost kiss her back, his hands cupping her ass cheeks before one explored her folds.
Heldi shuddered and moaned around him as he plunged two fingers into her pussy, his fingers extended as far as they could inside her, pressing up against her as he jiggled them inside her, causing her ass to bounce and her back to arch a little as he pushed his fingers in and out. She paused in her work, Pol’s cock embedded deep in her throat, her nose almost to his crotch, enjoying the feeling as Pol drove his fingers into her again and again. Her mouth tightened around him instinctively, and she gave a grunt of appreciation as Pol moved his cock in her mouth on his own accord, his need desperate.
With a muffled cry, Heldi came around Pol’s fingers, her pussy squeezing tightly, trapping him for a moment inside her as he waggled them against the spongy surface of her sex’s wall.
Pol groaned, his hips pumping with abandon, one hand cupping Heldi’s head to him.
“Vash damn,” he muttered, his climax building on him. “Vash damn, I’m going to come.”
Heldi made a noise of disapproval, pulling away, his fingers and cock sliding out of her at once. She made a pinching motion with her fingers, and Pol’s impending climax faded. She stood up.
“Not until I say so,” she told him. “Your lessons aren’t quite finished.” She reached forward and plucked at his shirt, helping him get rid of it when he lifted his arms. It was flung over the bench, and soon his trousers joined it as well.
Heldi lay on the bench, the clothes making the smooth stone surface slightly more comfortable against her back. Her legs were splayed over the sides, spread for Pol to sit on it horseback in front of her, between her soft thighs. Heldi reached forward and took his cock in her hand, gently stroking him before pulling the head down to tease against her folds, but never letting Pol slip forward into her when he tried to thrust.
“I’m afraid we’re likely to get cold out here without clothes,” she noted. “Make us a fire, Pol.”
“A fire?” asked Pol. His voice was dull and thick. So far, his lessons had been all about manipulating what was there, not what wasn’t. How was he to make fire?
Heldi understood his confusion at once. A laconic smile crossed her lips as she continue to amuse herself with his member, her breath catching in her throat when she brushed the head against the nubbin of her clit.
“Friction, Pol,” she murmured, slipping him the hint.
“Friction…” she gasped aloud as she rubbed the head of his cock the other way across her clit. “...makes heat, and heat makes fire. Friction.”
Pol groaned as she slipped the head of his cock between the very opening of her pussy lips, feeling them squeeze just at the tip before she went back to stroking him, her eyes alight, waiting for him to make a fire.
Friction. He rubbed his hand across his face. Where it dragged against his skin felt warm, and he caught onto Heldi’s hint.
He rubbed his hands together, staring at the grass next to him, his body twisted slightly away from Heldi. As he pressed skin against skin, feeling how his palms warmed up, the numbness came upon him. It was familiar to him now, easy in its appearance. It felt expected, if not quite natural. He wiped one palm from the base of the other to the tips of his fingers, as though striking a flint.
Flames leapt from his hand, the burst echoing out, setting the air in front of it alight as an ever expanding fireball roared through the courtyard, smashing on the stone wall of the Guild Rock. Flames leapt across the courtyard back at them, and Pol closed his eyes and shielded himself with his arms on instinct, expecting to be devoured by the fire.
He barely felt any heat at all, and it took him a second to realize that he hadn’t actually died. When he looked, Heldi was holding a hand up in a stopping motion, the fire not progressing past the wall of shimmering air just a few feet in front of them.
She smiled at him.
“Very good, Pol. I’m sure Margase will teach you control later, but for now, that was very good. You deserve a reward.”
Pol gave a wordless exclamation as Heldi lowered the head of his cock, adjusting her hips so her filled her completely, her pussy gripping around him tightly. Pol reached his hands down to hold her waist, trying to steady her as he pumped into her. But as he pulled back for another thrust, the hand Heldi wasn’t using to hold back the fire raised into the air in front of him and balled itself into a fist.
Pol’s hips locked in place. He could still move his arms and his head, but his legs, spread across the bench, and his hips where Heldi’s legs had wrapped around him were frozen. He stared down at her in confusion.
“You may move when you complete your next task,” Heldi told him. “Until then, I will remain in control of your lower half.”
As if to drive home this point, Pol felt her pussy squeeze firmly around his shaft. Heldi began to grind her hips against him, sending shivers up his spine as his pleasure built slowly. She seemed to be enjoying it herself, her mouth open in a small circle.
“Hells and dragon’s bells,” Pol swore, the image of the sorceress writhing on him, even as she held two spells, too much to take. He’d thought he’d take a moment and enjoy himself, but his blood was hot, and he was anxious to seize her hips and plunge himself as deep into her as he could go.
“What is the next lesson?”
“Water,” Heldi murmured as she worked his cock with her pussy. “Take the water from the fountain and extinguish this fire. I’d prefer not to be distracted with this barrier spell for any longer.”
A small fountain had been set into an alcove in the wall, a bronze statue depicting a sorcerer casting the water from their hand in an arc.
Pol tried to push Heldi’s presence, her heaving breasts, her full lips parted, the feel of her boots where her legs were wrapped above his buttocks, the ever present hot, wet press of her pussy, out of his mind. It was far from easy.
As when he’d drawn the bust through the air, he summoned the water to him with a come hither motion. The stream of water falling from the metalwork sorcerer’s hand righted itself, lifting into the air, like a cobra rising out of its basket to a snake charmer’s tune. It weaved through the air, collecting over the fire in a great ball as Pol gathered it, connected by the umbilical of the stream to the fountain.
“Good,” said Heldi. “Now let it drop.”
Pol made a flat smoothing motion with his hands and the ball of water collapsed, extinguishing the fire in a plume of steam that was kept from the pair by Heldi’s barrier. When it had dissipated, she let the barrier down, then looked at Pol and released the fist holding his muscles paralyzed.
“Oh, yes, fuck me!” she screamed as Pol slammed forward into her, leaning forward to brace himself against the edge of the bench, his face finding hers for a kiss. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard, and her hips lifted as his rose, carried along by the legs twined behind him, so that each thrust drove his cock deep into her pussy. His movements were hurried and rushed, and he wrapped Heldi in his arms, pulling her up to him, so that he bounced her in his lap, his chin buried in her tits as she bounced along with him.
“One more challenge, Pol,” she grunted as her hands pressed against his chest, pushing him down against the bench. She was riding him now, her hands weaving through her hair.
“One more challenge and then you can come for me.”
Pol groaned. He had not even realized that she was still holding his orgasm from him until she’d mentioned it, but now he felt the frustration of reaching the edge of his pleasure but being unable to continue. His cock was begging for an end to things, and Heldi smiled, feeling it pulse inside her as she rode his bucking hips with abandon.
“What? What?” he asked.
“Make a man of clay for me,” she said.
“What?”
“I want you to make and animate a clay man. Use the clay from the wet soil you’ve just made, it should bind him together well enough.”
She leaned forward until her lips were in his ear, her hips still bouncing on his.
“Only then will I let you come.”
Pol stared at the wet clay and stuck a hand out, as though seizing it in his grasp and lifting as quickly as he could. A column rose out of the ground, about as tall as a man standing.
“Good,” gasped Heldi as she reared back up, her arms bracing herself on his knees.
Pol’s hand began to move, to shape, and a head, its face nothing more than a nose and some depressions, began to resolve itself. A chest followed, and two arms rose away from the clay, each ending in an ill-defined hand.
“Oh, yes!” said Heldi. “Just like that. Keep doing that!”
Pol groaned, burning with an ache for the clay man to form. Legs cleaved from the soil and an unsteady foot stepped forward. The clay man stumbled slightly as it became tripped up by its other foot, still attached to the ground.
“Yes!” cried Heldi. She made a small slicing motion and Pol’s pleasure struck him in an instant, overpowering his senses. The clay man seemed to stare at the two, shocked maybe, but only for a second before collapsing into a pile of loam. Pol was moaning as his cock spasmed uncontrollably, spurting his cum into Heldi’s folds. She rode him for a few more pulses of his cock, feeling the warm fluid fill her, admiring the satisfied fullness she gained from the length wrapped inside her pussy before she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes together. Her own orgasm caught her off-guard, though she was not nearly as surprised by it as Pol had been about his.
She was reluctant to part from him, instead bracing herself on his chest, the steel leaving his cock gradually enough that she sought to enjoy the last few moments of their coupling.
“Very good, Acolyte Pol,” she smiled down at him.
“I wasn’t very successful with the clay man,” he said, pointing to the pile his creation had disintegrated into.
“I suppose, but then it’s a very particular spell you’ve just done. Not many can perform it.”
“Really?”
“Really. In fact, I don’t think it’s been done in over two hundred years. You’d have to ask Praela for the specifics, but I’d be surprised if that’s not about right.”
Pol stared at her. “You can’t do it?”
“No,” said Heldi. She lifted herself off him, gathering her clothes, slipping back into her petticoat and lacing her jacket up the front.
“What if I’d been unable to do it?”
“I think so, but doesn’t this mean I’ll always need to have sex to perform them?”
Heldi smiled. “Does the Lady Kiera vai Ullan always need to be in danger for you to destroy something?”
“No…” said Pol. The thought of the Lady Kiera vai Ullan stirred unbidden memories in his mind and he stared at the ground. Heldi frowned at him, as though she’d determined what was on his mind.
“Then such a thing never need happen again, unless you’d want it to. This was merely a motivation for you. Now you know it can be done, you can simply desire that it happen.”
“I guess.”
Heldi came forward, leaning down to lift his chin and kiss him long and gentle on the lips, so that his thoughts jumbled until they could focus only on her soft skin.
“Acolyte Pol Burr,” she said, breaking the kiss. “I believe you may be the strongest Sorcerer of the age, you just need to determine whether you want to be or not. Now, come along, there’s lunch ready.”
Chapter 10
Kiera had not expected to be personally summoned to the Guild Rock after the Rite of Renewal. In fact, she had consciously avoided the fortress—or as much as she could, given its presence looming in the center of Tia Vashil. A motley collection of warriors sat in a rather grand room hung with tapestries and decorated with fine chandeliers and various curiosities. While obviously not the Grand Hall, Kiera had been surprised to learn from Ked that it was not the closed chambers of the High Council, since it had fit the bill so well.
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