Blue Mage Quest Collection: 4 Tales of Fantasy Romance Adventure (Blue Mage Series)

by Eden Redd

  Adam kept his gaze on Jenny. “You don’t have to travel far to test my words.”

  Jenny’s cheeks glowed hot. She admired his boldness but wanted to test his heart further. “We barely know each other.”

  The priest shifted his seat to ensure he was facing the librarian. “You carry a confidence about you. You are beautiful and you know it. Others know it when they see you too. You say things to cause a reaction so you can taste if someone is genuine or hiding behind a mask. It does not take any magical skill to see that you are highly intelligent and have your own wants and needs. The only thing that would give you away is the redness in your cheeks but you already have that covered. You would simply blame the alcohol. Am I close?”

  The librarian kept a blank mask but her insides melted from the fire the priest started. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were spying on me.”

  Adam gave a disarming smile. “I could not help myself earlier today. I saw you in the streets. It would have been difficult to not notice you.”

  “And you didn’t say hi?”

  “I was waiting for the right time. Little did I know we would meet here.”

  “It would seem the gods turned chance into fate.” Jenny laughed.

  “It would seem so.” Adam looked to the ocean.

  Jenny eyed the priest. She could not help the swirling butterflies in her stomach. Men threw themselves at her feet all the time but very few had the confidence she liked to see. Sleeping around for fun was one thing but a real man who knew what he really wanted was something she didn’t see often. Her internal fire blazed hotter as she looked to Adam. The priest stared at the ocean glowing in the moonlight.

  The librarian dug her fingers into the sand but turned her eyes to the priest. Unable to keep her maddening desires to herself, Jenny decided to make a bold move of her own.

  “I’m returning to my hotel room.” The librarian dug into her pocket, pulling out her room key and placing it on the book in Adam’s lap. “Maybe I will see you sometime during the festival?” Jenny said with a hint of lust in her words.

  The naughty librarian stood up on shaky legs and sauntered over to her scattered boots. Bending over, she scooped up each one and glanced back. The priest watched with an amused expression. Jenny stood up fully and walked back to the boardwalk, thoughts scattering to heated fantasies.

  The walk back to the hotel came in flashes. The librarian figured she was a little drunker then she previously thought. Stepping through the main doors, she walked up to the main desk and asked for a spare key while giving a slurred story about losing it to a merman on the beach. The man behind the desk tried his best to keep from smiling as he handed over a spare key to the busty guest.

  An elevator ride and a pinball walk down a hallway, Jenny stumbled into her room and closed the door behind her without locking it. Shedding her clothes, the librarian crawled into bed and barely covered herself with a thin blanket. Excited thoughts swirled in her addled mind. Images of Adam stepping into her room with hunger in his eyes made her instantly wet. She pictured him ripping the blanket off and spreading her legs open. The lust was overpowering and fingers slid in between her firm thighs. Small moans filled the room as a gentle breeze flowed in from the cracked balcony doors. The air tingled her skin and thoughts of the priest tingled her sensitive spot. Pressing her glowing nub, moans grew louder. Fantasies took over and her rubbing intensified. She imagined strong arms on her, his mouth curled into a snarl, calling her a whore and telling her she must be punished. Toes curled and eyes closed shut. Jenny tried to hold back the wave of bliss for as long as she could but her resolve was cracking. After he had his way with her, Adam would put her on her knees and make her worship his cock until he fed her his seed. The last part was too much and the librarian let out a long deep moan. Heat and bliss radiated out from her as hips moved to her orgasm. The dam broke and wetness spilled. Jenny bit her lip until her pleasure peaked.

  The come down was fast. Eyes closing and enjoying the released sweet sensations, Jenny passed out into dreamland, the room filling with light snores.

  Three

  Sunlight poured into the room. Rays of light touched an exposed leg. The stinging warmth stirred the librarian from her deep sleep. Lazily sitting up, she glanced around. The first thing she looked for was Adam. She thought he would have come in and taken her any way he wished. Instead, she looked down and saw her bed was empty save for a small folded note and a rose. Picking the note up, she unfolded it and began to read.

  I couldn’t bring myself to wake you. Let us meet for brunch and see where the day takes us. Come to the Turtle Café. I will be there waiting to see your beauty once again.

  ~Adam

  Jenny picked up the rose and took in its fragrant scent. Swinging her legs over the bed, she strolled to the bathroom and started the shower. The hot water on her skin felt good as her mind spiraled on with thoughts of the kind priest. Her logical mind knew he was playing a game. The priest wanted to get her hot and bothered so he would have his way with her. Jenny normally liked to be the one in control, satisfying her own hungry desires at her whim, which was all the time. Now she was on the receiving end of it. Her mind saw through the strategy but her libido treasured the moments. She thought about the café and coming up with plan to not meet, but her desire pulsed. It was too much and her fingers moved between her thighs once again. After a second, she pulled her hand away and curled her fingers.

  “Damn it.” Jenny whispered to nobody.

  The librarian finished her shower and dressed. She plotted her defense and attack strategies. Snaking her body into a tight top and short skirt, she was sure to not wear a bra or panties underneath. She wanted to make him squirm and she would take every advantage of it. Next, she picked up her perfume and dapped it on her finger, touching her neck and cleavage with flower smelling scents. When she was done, she moved to the door but stopped short. In a nearby chair was her satchel of holding. Opening the flap and digging inside, she saw the book she liberated from the temple. Placing it back in the satchel, she closed the flap and left the room to conquer her clever priest.

  Ten minutes later, Jenny approached the café. Adam was sitting outside, a teacup in his hand, eyes on her and a smile on his lips. Without a word, he motioned to the empty seat across from him. Jenny gave a playful scowl as she walked up and sat down as if she was put out.

  “Even the sun cannot match your beauty.” Adam smiled.

  “Pretty words for a man who had his chance and lost it.” Jenny said with a blank expression.

  Adam continued to smile. “Lost it? If I did then you wouldn’t be here.”

  “I was a little hungry. I was going to come here anyway. I didn’t bother to read your note and I threw out the flower.” Jenny lied.

  “Fate works in mysterious ways.” Adam grinned. “But since we have run into each other again, how about we make the best of it and have something to eat?”

  A waiter stepped over and handed a menu to Jenny and Adam before bowing and walking off. The librarian looked it over as she lifted her chest slightly to make sure the priest noticed her cleavage. Adam kept his eyes on his menu but the corner of his mouth smirked. The waiter came back and they gave their order. Once the waiter walked away, Jenny’s eyes looked to the dying flowers in a small vase in the middle of their tiny table.

  Adam looked down at the same flowers, reached over and touched them. A slight glow engulfed the dying flowers and they immediately perked up. The librarian noticed the colors seemed to shine brighter.

  “I can never seem to keep my plants at home alive. I could hire you to be my gardener.” Jenny said with an edge of sarcasm.

  “As honorable as a position like that in your royal court would be, I would have to regretfully decline. My studies take up most of my time.” Adam continued to grin with iron confidence.

  Jenny could tell he knew the game was on. She decided to hit him harder and see if he would crack. “Studying dead gods in dusty
halls, I may have dodged the most boring arrow in the quiver.”

  Adam’s expression did not change. “It is thankless work but someone has to do it. You never told me what you do Jenny Warg from Stukarr city.”

  Jenny thought fast. “I teach at the college. Many have begged me to be their professor and many more have fallen to their knees after each lesson.”

  “Professor? Then maybe we can teach each other a few things.” Adam kept his eyes on hers.

  Jenny crossed her arms under her large breasts and closed her eyes. “I doubt it. It is difficult learning my techniques and having the stamina to keep up. I have broken students.”

  “It seems we continue to have a lot in common. I just finished my first year teaching. The students cannot get enough of my class. I often have to teach several lessons back to back to make sure they understand.”

  Jenny kept her eyes closed but that familiar fire was blazing hot again. She knew he was no professor and she guessed he knew neither was she. Every time she made a verbal stab, he blocked it with a smile and even tone. It drove her crazy that she couldn’t get under her skin. Thoughts surfaced as she pretended to look at people on the cobbled streets. He was in her room, staring at her naked body while she slept. Either he was a gentleman or a pervert, in either case his gray eyes, handsome looks and cool exterior was dialing her fire to eleven. A warm breeze passed over the librarian and she noticed wetness between her legs.

  The food arrived and plates were placed before them. Jenny took a few bites of her croissant while Adam munched on a salad with slices of chicken. The silence was maddening. Jenny wanted nothing more than to press her body across the table, mash her breasts into his face and unsheathe his manhood from his priest robe. She wondered if he was having the same thoughts. The fire turned into a storm. She was about to break when Adam looked up at her with his haunting gray eyes.

  “Jenny, I must confess…….” Adam started to say.

  “It is I who must confess……” Jenny trailed off.

  The priest and librarian looked to each other and it was as if a bridge formed. They understood the game was over. Lustful desires reigned. The priest’s eyes gazed at her cleavage while the librarian’s eyes stared at his strong neck.

  Wet hot desire rolled through Jenny and she sat back in her chair. “I have been a wicked girl I could use a priest to confess my sins.”

  Adam gazed into her soul as he spoke. “It would be wrong of me to turn away a soul in need.”

  Jenny’s eyes narrowed and she smiled. “It is still early. We could go someplace and I could bare my soul.”

  Adam put down his fork. “I have a room at the hotel, number 27.”

  Jenny smiled and looked away. His room was right across from hers. “This may take some time.”

  Adam leaned forward and took her hands into his. “I am willing to spend any amount of time to help you through these difficult times.”

  Raising his hand for the check, Jenny stared at him like a piece of well-hung meat. A minute later, they strolled back to the hotel. Walking through the front doors, her arm curled into his. Arm muscles bunched under the black fabric and the busty librarian squeezed him with her fingers.

  The hotel restaurant was full. Glancing over, Jenny spotted Kutter sitting with several men. The dark skinned man caught sight of Jenny and the handsome priest and nodded his head in approval. The librarian smiled as they walked to the elevator.

  A quick trip up to their floor and down a hall, Adam took out his key and inserted it into the lock. Opening the door, Jenny nearly dragged him in with her. Slamming the door shut, she gave the room a quick once over. It was immaculate and larger then her room. Large balcony doors opened up to the clear green ocean and the curtains rustled in the breeze. Turning to Adam, she let herself fall forward, pressing her chest to his.

  “I’ve never confessed to anyone of the faith.” Jenny said, her voice sounding small and innocent.

  “It can be very freeing but you must do everything I say. It is the only way to be truly free of your burdens.” Adam said as he caressed the back of his fingers against her cheek.

  “Even for a wicked girl like myself?” Jenny said with wide eyes.

  “The wicked need to be tended to the most, for their burdens are heavier than others.” Adam’s eyes taking in Jenny’s beauty.

  “Tell me what to do, Father.” Jenny said as she lowered her eyes to his neck. She never felt wicked her entire life but there was a hotness to it she could not deny. A favorite fantasy played out and she was going to milk every drop from it.

  “I will be gentle, at first.” Adam said with an edge, his hands moving to her top.

  Jenny stood there as strong hands took hold of her shirt and lifted it up over her head. Breasts spilling out, the librarian could not hold back the shudder up her spine. The priest dropped her top on a nearby table and placed his hands on her hips. Warm eyes drank in her large round peaks. Adam continued to look warmly at Jenny as he took hold of her short skirt and pushed down. The librarian felt the thin fabric fall to her ankles. Without missing a beat, she stepped out with one leg and curled the other, tossing the thin skirt away.

  Hands ran along Jenny’s curves, her flowery scent rising up. The librarian closed her eyes as fingers ran down over her bottom and over thighs. Touching along her inner thigh, Adam’s fingers moved up and grazed her dripping wet line. A fingertip barely grazed her clit and it caused the blonde-haired woman to mouth the barest of gasps. Fingers continuing on their journey, they slid along her flat stomach, up in between her breasts and touched her chin. The librarian tilted her head and let her tongue glide over wet fingertips.

  “Father, I want to do bad things.” Jenny whispered.

  “You must be cleansed.” Adam said in a dark whisper.

  “Tell me what to do. Tell me how I can be clean.” Jenny’s logical mind laughed at her words but her urges played on like fine music.

  Adam reached under his arm and pulled at secret buttons. Jenny opened her eyes to see the priest pull at his robe, opening it from the side and down the middle. Looking down, she smiled evilly. Adam wore nothing underneath. A rock hard body was exposed with only his arms and shoulders covered in his open robe. Eyes drinking in his form, her smile grew wider when she saw his manhood.

  “If I had known, I would have brought a friend to help.” Jenny stared.

  “It is only the second day of the festival. We may have time later.” Adam smiled.

  “Father…..” Jenny said as she bit her lip.

  “I am here for you now.” Adam said, his cock thickening with pulsating veins.

  “Tell me what to do.” Jenny whispered again.

  Hand on her shoulder, the priest pushed down lightly. Jenny bent her knees until she reached the carpeted floor. Body trembling with excitement, she could barely keep herself from latching onto the priest’s hanging member. Adam ran his thumbs over her eyes gently, closing them. Jenny kept them closed and something warm touched her lips. Mouth parted, her wet tongue slipped out and ran along the throbbing shaft. For once Jenny was not in control and it was turning her on beyond her limits. Hands out, she reached up and squeezed Adam’s thighs, the end of her tongue licking his hanging tip.

  “Taste.” Adam said with a heated breath.

  Jenny scooped his cock head into her mouth. Pressing her lips around it, she let inches sink into her mouth. Her tongue pushed along the shaft, forcing his member to the roof of her mouth. Head bobbing slightly, she moved back and forth. Adam let out a small groan and she picked up the tempo.

  The sound of ocean waves crashed in the distance but their sweet wet sounds were all Jenny and Adam could hear. Jenny took in his cock as one hand wrapped around the base. Stroking and sucking, she moaned lightly as a taste of pre-come touched the back of her tongue. Adam put his hand on her shoulder and lifted his head back, enjoying Jenny’s tight mouth. The librarian, filling with wanting, let one of her hands drops down between her thighs, fingers rubbing her throbb
ing clit. It was too much for her as nerves curled. Eyes rolling into her head with closed eyes, an orgasm flashed. Wetness spilled all over her already wet fingers as she continued to rub and suck. Pumping her strokes, Adam’s groans grew quiet. Looking down, her vice-like grip was taking control.

  “Slow down….” Adam moaned.

  Jenny pulled his cock from her mouth. “No Father. I want your come. I want it now.” Jenny growled and slipped his cock back in her mouth.

  Adam had to grip the nearby table as she upped the tempo, sucking and teasing his seed to explode. The priest placed his hands on her shoulders and roughly pushed her. Jenny nearly cried out as his cock slipped from her mouth but she continued to rub herself. The librarian’s beastly lust had taken control and she wanted what she wanted. Adam could see reason leave her eyes as she eyed him. Reaching down, he picked her up in his arms and crossed the room. Jenny held onto him, her mouth biting his shoulder and her fingers rubbing herself.

  The priest threw Jenny on the bed. The busty librarian whined as Adam took hold of her and forced her onto all fours. Jenny looked back, her eyes half closed in lust and breathing heavy.

  “If you are going to act like a beast then I will fuck you like one.” Adam said calmly as he crawled into bed on his knees behind Jenny.

  Jenny dug her fingers into the sheets. The tip of Adam’s hard cock touched her opening, sending a quiver through her. Jenny turned her eyes to the headboard. The priest grabbed her hips and pushed his cock at her opening. Jenny let out a loud moan. Thick inches sank into her valley, stretching her walls to nearly her limit. The mixture of pain and pleasure was just what the librarian wanted. She helped him along, pushing on him as he invaded her. When her bottom touched the front of his hips, the priest kept her there.

  “Please Father; cure me of my wicked desires.” Jenny whined.

  Moving slow at first, ripples of bliss sang through Jenny’s body. Adam controlled the tempo by holding her hips. The librarian writhed in his firm grip, pushing and trying to take control. A battle of lust and control raged on with Adam barely containing her. Jenny squeezed him with each long slow stroke. The priest soon found himself moving faster and faster. The sound of skin on skin blanketed the room. Gasps and moans spilled from lips as bodies rushed to pleasure.