Brink Mage

by Gideon Mills

  “He’s juicy,” Octavia said. “More so than Aunt Terra.”

  Wyatt had no idea what she was talking about and didn’t care. He had to fight and kill this thing. Both Wyatt and Francis sent attacks at the same time. Water and energy blasts that hit the beast. Octavia shot arrows at him, and they struck the mark, making the thing bleed a disgusting yellow blood that smelled of feces and urine. The whole place stunk of it.

  Many of the noble doubled over and vomited as the stench reached them, the king among them. Wyatt nearly joined them in the puke parade but didn’t.

  “Wow, that’s nasty,” Allegra said. She had appeared next to Wyatt and was looking both drained and hot. She was one of the few to not lose her dinner.

  Wyatt reached even deeper into his mana. He was dangerously close to losing his magic and going insane. That didn’t matter right now, this thing was powerful, and if the world had levels, this was the big boss man at the max level.

  The battle burst up around Wyatt. Amon attacked Francis, Cat, Gillian, Allegra, and Octavia; all sent their best shots at the beast. Amon was able to avoid most of the attacks; it was crazy how fast he moved.

  The red-skinned beast rushed at Wyatt and hit the mage, sending him flying back. The pain from the attack shot through him, more than he had ever felt. Like every muscle in his body was strained, or bone was broken. It didn’t matter. He got up after bouncing on some rubble.

  None of the others stopped, they continued to attack. Cat and Gillian with the blades, and their nearly naked bodies. Allegra throwing more and more things at the beast. Octavia was almost out of arrows.

  Francis knelt over in pain from using his mana. Things weren’t looking good for the team. Wyatt didn’t know what to do. Now more than ever, Wyatt wished he had gone to the brotherhood or learned some sort of summoning spell.

  Wyatt had to win this, and fast. They were going to lose and let this beast into the city. They couldn’t allow Imlay to be destroyed by this monster, and all those innocent people hurt.

  The others that arrived with Octavia began to attack as well. They had been in shock at the sight of the beast, and Wyatt didn’t blame them one bit. With them jumping into the fray, Wyatt’s own energy was renewed. He pulled as much mana in him as he dared. Francis gave him a look of concern. One that said Wyatt better be careful, or he risked going insane and losing all his magic.

  Chaos was around Wyatt. It was a blur to him, and he didn’t care. All that Wyatt could do was focus on the beast in front of him. He couldn’t be distracted by those that he cared about or even loved. They weren’t his concern; it didn’t matter if he loved them.

  He unleashed a blast of pure magic at the beast. Something Wyatt had never tried before, and he struck. The creature and those around him shrieked in pain or surprise.

  Everyone went running. Uncaring, Wyatt struck at the beast again and again. Screams erupted around him.

  “Run!”

  “Get out of here, now!”

  “We’re all going to die!”

  Wyatt agreed with the last. This was going to kill them, but they would stop this monster and save the city and the world. Keep the netherworld at bay, even if only for a little bit. That was what mattered.

  With his mana nearly tapped Wyatt reached out to a spell, one that he had only heard of but hadn’t dared try, or even ask about. One was a rumor of a rumor, and he was sure would kill him, but that was the only option.

  With the little bit he had left of his mind, Wyatt spun the spell that would take care of the mage, or so he hoped. In front of Wyatt, a brilliant light formed, burning his eyes and causing his own skin to burn. It was an intense a dozen suns right there. The energy ball suddenly burst toward the beast and struck.

  Wyatt tried to watch, but his mana was drained, and around him the world went black.

  35

  Holy moly

  Wyatt’s eyes opened slowly. They were filled with splashes of light and unable to focus. The last thing he remembered was trying to kill Amon and the abomination he had turned into. Wyatt didn’t know if he was alive or dead. If he was in the afterlife, he surely wasn’t in the blissful heaven some talked about. Though this didn’t feel like the netherworld either.

  That had to mean he was alive.

  “He’s awake,” a familiar voice said. One that Wyatt was happy to hear, a magical one to his ears, and he was a happy man. Alive and surrounded by angels.

  Once his vision focused, he was staring up at Cat. Her magical silver hair, and the shimmering tattoo on her face. That meant it was night, with the moon shining into the room.

  It was then that he saw that he was home and in his own bed. “Amon?”

  Cat smiled. “Whatever you did killed it.”

  “Everyone else?” Wyatt hoped that not too many people died.

  “You didn’t kill anyone, but a few nobles died, and king’s guardsmen.”

  Gillian and Octavia walked into the room. They both had huge grins on their faces, clearly happy to see him up and alive. “You pulled through, you big oaf,” Octavia said. Her purple hair was a tangled mess, and she still looked hot as hell.

  Wyatt’s whole body ached. He wasn’t sure if he could be able to get out of bed anytime soon. From the hair on his head down to his toenails hurt. His mana was there, but off in the distance, so far away that he might as well not be a mage. He had little chance of reaching his magic anytime soon, if he ever did again.

  That didn’t matter too much at the moment, but he might regret that later. Right now, all that mattered to him was that he was with Cat, Octavia, and Gillian. He had a million questions to ask but was too tired to focus on them.

  “The king removed all his orders,” Cat said.

  “The elves, dwarves, and goblins are all back in the city, and even have better representation at the palace,” Octavia said. “Well, at what is left of the palace. The king isn’t happy with you and me.”

  Wyatt chuckled, and pain went through his body. He pushed it aside and wouldn’t let that stop how good this was all turning out to be. “Good,” he said.

  “Oh, and Allegra keeps stopping by, every day since you have been out,” Gillian added.

  That was intriguing and something he would have to deal with later. Wyatt did have a good time with her, and she was very attractive, but he already had three here that he also liked and wanted to make love to. “How long have I been out?”

  He had no idea what day it was or much of anything. That was another scary thing, and he didn’t like that one bit.

  “Two weeks,” Cat said. “You had us worried. Francis and Gareth have been here many times. As have many of the other healers in the city.”

  He couldn’t believe his ears. It couldn’t have been that long. So much had to have occurred while he was out. “You have to be joking,” he croaked.

  “Afraid not,” Gillian said. “Two weeks. The world has gotten back to normal without you. You aren’t needed.”

  Ouch. He could tell that she was joking, but it still hurt. “I see. At least everyone knows that the king was being manipulated and we are back to normal, or back to a better place.”

  That was what truly mattered, and he knew it. If the goblins, elves, and dwarves were in better standing, even better. He hoped that everything did in most ways return to normal. That he was living a good and happy life.

  Several more weeks passed, and he was just able to get out of his bed. His mana was still too far to reach, and he’d had talks with not only Francis and Gareth over the last few days, but also the king and the princess.

  That last one had been interesting. King Martin arrived just past midday and with several of his guards. They were all in their finest armor. Wyatt would surely have to move after all the attention that was going to bring to his house. He wasn’t pleased with that, but that was for another day.

  Wyatt, being weak and still stuck in his room—that thankfully the others had cleaned—sat up in his bed when the king and the princess walked in.
Both as royal as ever. They had an air to them that most people didn’t understand and would never be able to mimic. It was no wonder that Wyatt swore the first time he met the mystery woman behind it all that he knew her. She did an excellent job of hiding it, but some of it slipped through.

  “I’d stand,” Wyatt said.

  “Please, I know,” the King said. “My daughter here told me that she asked you to help, and you not only did but never received any payment.”

  “No payment is needed.” Wyatt wasn’t rich and shouldn’t turn down any money, especially since he was sure he would need to relocate, but the real payment was stopping Amon and learning the plan of the netherworld. Wyatt had a sinking suspicion that might not be over with.

  “I insist,” King Martin said. A guard walked in with a bag that clanged with coins and handed it to Wyatt.

  Opening it up, he saw it was filled to the brim with gold coins. It had to be more money that many ever saw in a lifetime. Most in this part of the city never saw one gold coin, let alone a bag the size of a melon filled with them. “Thank you,” Wyatt said.

  “You earned it,” Allegra said. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She wore a dress that clung to her and showed off her slim frame and her ample bosom. Wyatt imagined ripping the dress off and making love to her after the king left. It would have been a glorious time, but it would most likely never happen.

  “I did what any mage in my shoes would.” Wyatt was sure that none would allow Amon to run around.

  “Speaking of you and being a mage,” King Martin said. “I have an offer. One you can think on, but I hope you accept.”

  Wyatt wasn’t sure where he was going to go with this, but it scared him. He had tried his best to stay out of politics and power. Now it was right in front of him and might be growing in size. He gulped. “Your Highness?”

  “I want you to be my advisor and a member of the royal court. To be a knight at the round table.”

  Wyatt couldn’t believe his ears. It was even worse than he thought it would be. That was the highest honor that anyone not a member of the royal family could have. “You honor me.”

  In all his years, Wyatt didn’t know what to say or do. This was the most shocking thing, even more than the netherworld being real.

  “Please accept,” Allegra said. Her father glared at her but didn’t say anything. She clearly wasn’t supposed to say that, as it was the thing a royal family member would never say. Wyatt liked her, as she tried to be both a princess and a regular person.

  “I’ll let you know soon,” Wyatt said. “I’m still recovering, and I don’t want to rush into anything.”

  “I understand,” the king said. “I expect an answer within the next week.”

  “As you wish.”

  Then he and the princess were gone.

  The others rushed into the room and bombarded him with questions.

  “It’s an honor,” Gillian said. “You would be foolish to turn him down.”

  “Dealing with snobs all the time,” Octavia said. “I can see not wanting that.”

  Cat didn’t say a word. Wyatt knew that she knew little of the world of nobles and didn’t want to pretend. Wyatt loved that about her and was happy for it.

  The next day Wyatt woke up and was the best he’d felt in a long time. Not to mention, he was horny. Since Wyatt woke he hadn’t done much, and now he had all this energy. He needed to let it out. Have a good time, and he wasn’t going to deny himself any longer.

  Before he could even leave his room, Gillian strode in. Here, she usually wore her armor to be ready for a fight. Wyatt longed to see her in a dress again, or something sexy. Today she was doing just that. She wore very little, and it made him hard just seeing her with her breasts almost entirely exposed, and her short shirt just covering up her pussy and ass.

  “You look amazing,” he said.

  She gave him a knowing smirk and posed seductively. Wyatt had wanted to make love to her for a long time and wanted her even more now. She was stunning in every way. “I thought you might like it.”

  “I do,” he said. “Very much.”

  He stood up and made his way over to her, and when he reached her, he pulled her close and let her body press against his. She was rock hard from the years of being a guardswoman. Every inch of her solid muscle, yet her skin was soft in his hands. He kissed her and let his hands run across her body. Exploring every part of her. Her curvy hips, her firm back, her toned ass and upper legs.

  The kiss lingered for several moments. Her own arms wrapped around him, holding him close to her. She was strong too, and he liked it. Gillian took control of the kiss. She directed them back to the bed, and into in. Wyatt lay on his back, and she stripped off his clothes and then the little number she had on, exposing her glorious breasts and her erect nipples and shaved pussy.

  Her cock got even harder for her. He wanted to fuck her here and now, but she was in charge, and he was willing to let her have all the power. She giggled at the sight of his dick and took it in her hand. Then she moved to be in a position to suck on it. Taking the tip in and teasing it with her tongue. It sent a chill through him, and he loved it. She teased him more and more. He was in bliss as she gave him one of the best blow jobs of his life, and he loved it.

  It took all his willpower not to come in her mouth. He wanted to just shoot a huge load, but he also wanted to fill her pussy up.

  “You’re incredible,” Wyatt moaned. “I want you.”

  “I’m sure you do,” she purred. Her eyes sparkled as she looked down at him. She moved up his body, letting her breasts drag across his skin, and her nipples digging into him. Making him even hornier.

  She lingered on his chest and teased his sensitive nipples before moving up to his neck and then to his lips again. They embraced as she tickled his shaft with one of her free hands. Then her pussy rubbed on his dick but didn’t let him enter her. Just rubbed on him, with her juices leaking onto him. Gillian was dripping wet for him. Wyatt wanted more than anything in the world to feel her, and how wet she was for him. To fuck her all day long.

  In one motion, she shifted and let his cock slide into her flower. All the way in, balls deep in that movement. Her pussy walls gripped him and held his cock in her. Bliss. He’d die a happy man, here and now. She clenched on him, and the pleasure was immense.

  Sitting up, she pressed her hands on his chest and rode him. Moving up and down on him, letting his cock fill her up. Clenching him, and making her tighter and tighter as they made love.

  Wyatt tried not to come too fast, but it was impossible with how intense she was. In mere minutes he shot his load into her glorious vagina but remained hard and made love to her for another hour.

  36

  Looking To the Future

  Later that day, Wyatt was down in his office, debating with the others if he should accept the offer from the king or not. This was a lot to think about, and he really had never wanted this in his life.

  “Take it,” Octavia said. She sat on the couch, in the typical outfit she wore here. It left little to the imagination and Wyatt loved it. Much of her green skin was on display in the skimpy dress.

  “I agree,” Cat added. She was next to the goblin in her skin-tight black outfit. Wyatt enjoyed looking at them, but he had to focus on the future, and not on them. There were things that were bigger out in the world. The Netherworld, and the king. Much more was happening and Wyatt knew it.

  They were all for it, and he was the only one holding out. He thought it was easy for them to say to accept the offer. They wouldn’t have to deal with all the politics.

  “Just think,” Octavia said. “You’ll see Allegra and maybe get to fuck her too.”

  He wanted to do just that, but he would be content with the three of them. They were enough, but Allegra was very appealing as well. Wyatt couldn’t believe he was thinking this and that Octavia was suggesting it. Never in his life had he thought he would be with a woman like that.

  “I wou
ldn’t mind having her, too,” Cat said. “The princess looks tasty.” Her voice purred, and she licked her lips.

  Wyatt wouldn’t let his mind drift down that path. He had to focus and think about this clearly. The mage could have power and access to the king and the other nobles. Be able to make sure all the people that he worked for would be cared for. No more Amon coming in and making the king look bad.

  It would be a long road to truly repair the damage. In the past few short weeks, some of the repairs had started, but the people had been oppressed even before Amon arrived and made it worse. Wyatt would have to figure this out, and they were right. Going to work with the king would be the right thing to do.

  “Very well, I’ll accept the king’s offer.”

  Wyatt sent out the letter to let the king know he accepted. They would make it official later, and that was for another day. For now, Wyatt was going to enjoy his free time. For he knew it wouldn’t be around too much longer.

  He left his humble abode and walked the streets of Imlay. There was nothing more in the world that made him at peace. Other than making love to Gillian, Cat, or Octavia. The streets were where he belonged, and he knew it. They were bustling again, and that made him happy.

  No longer were there people ducking into corners hiding from others, and worrying about them. He was thankful to see things were more normal. Even the shops were doing better business, and that melted his heart.

  Coin flowing in the city was necessary and meant that people were working and helping each other. Wyatt knew this was just one step to recovering, but it was a great one.

  He wanted to see the others in the castle, working with the king. To see the other parts of the country in a better place. To see the elves working together and not hating each other.