Mage Queen: Dark Sculptor Novel 03

by D. R. Rosier

  She was so hot when she got geeky about magic, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

  “I think I get it, as much as a non-mage could.”

  She tilted her head, and looked down to my hand and back up to my face, “Have you tried your own invention yet?”

  I frowned, when I realized I hadn’t. I felt strangely empty as I wished to discover if I was a mage or not, and then let out a breath of relief when the ring didn’t light up. I cleared the thought, and the ring stopped strangling my ability.

  “Not a mage.”

  Karana laughed, “Why so relieved?”

  “I’m powerful enough already, and it will take a lifetime to master all the things I’ll be capable of."

  She smirked, “You’re a strange man James Cook. I think dinner is ready.”

  “Strange in a good way?”

  She nodded, and then arched an eyebrow with a fake suspicious scowl, “After you.”

  I smirked, “You just want to stare at my ass.”

  She snickered, “Yes, but it’s not nice to point that out to a lady.”

  I laughed with her, and walked toward the fire, Regina, and our meal.

  Regina and I trailed behind about twenty feet or so as Karana and Saria took the lead the next morning. I was also pretty sure Karana was teaching Saria a couple of spells, but they were doing that elven whisper thing and I couldn’t hear a word. I did however have an uneasy suspicion they were talking about something else.

  Regina brought her horse closer, and ran a hand down my arm. Tingles of pleasure spread through my body, not sexual pleasure, just a muscle relaxing and mind soothing pleasure.

  “You look tense.”

  I shook my head, “They keep giggling like schoolgirls up there, it’s disconcerting.”

  More giggling from the pair of elves ahead of us reached my ears, and I smiled despite myself. Even as it made me nervously curious. Neither Saria or Karana giggled as a rule, at least it was rare and quite short the few times I’d heard it happen in the past.

  Regina snickered, and teased, “So, the most powerful warrior in Lelmalond, and one of the best mages in Amathyr doesn’t intimidate you, but their giggles make you look like you’re going to run for the hills?”

  I mock scowled at my sweet wife, “Exactly,” and then I winked. I suppose it was a bit silly, as was my conversation with Regina, but it was making me nervous for some reason I couldn’t nail down.

  “Thank you by the way, that always feels amazing.”

  Regina nodded, “I’d do it more, but it would be far too easy to start manipulating you that way, even subconsciously. Plus, it’s rare to see you needing it.”

  I smiled, it was true enough. Pleasure was a powerful conditioning tool to the human mind, just as strong if not stronger than pain was. I also wasn’t sure it would matter, I’d already do anything my beautiful and insatiable red-headed vixen asked of me. The only thing that made it balanced, was so would she with me.

  Still, rarely was probably for the best, otherwise I might get addicted to the feeling of gentle euphoria. Sex with her each day was addicting enough, but that pleasure magic she used had a sharper more sensual flavor to the sensations.

  “Is that something they teach you?”

  She nodded, “Back at the pleasure house you found me in. Women with our power could enslave a man with our touches over time, but in the end, it never works out well and always backfires. I don’t have that in me though, I much prefer your love and admiration.”

  I winked, “Adoration. Admiration is far too tame a word.”

  She giggled, which set off more giggles from my elves out front.

  I suppressed the fight or flight urge that tickled the back of my hind brain, the reaction wasn’t based in logic or anything like that, just instinctual. I didn’t know why and couldn’t explain it, but their giggling made me feel hunted. Having two mates and loving a third woman in the hope she’d become a third mate was a wonderful thing most of the time. My life was rich beyond belief with them in it on all levels, and they were amazing powerful ladies, but the estrogen could be overwhelming on rare occasion.

  On the other side of it, I was happy to see my Saria loosening up and having so much fun, Karana was good for her. They were sisters of the heart, if not in blood. I wondered if it was their uniqueness, and the fact they stood slightly apart from others in their home towns that had been the commonality that they saw in each other, and that had brought them together in the first place.

  Saria raised a hand, and my amusement and discomfort fled all at once, as I exchanged a look with Regina. It was a few moments later that Saria spoke in a low voice I had to struggle to hear.

  She said, “Bandits, thirty of them dressed in the old king’s soldier’s armor. No mages, but they’re sure to have war talents. We’re going to trip their ambush, while our escorts surprise them from behind. The both of you need to stay behind Karana and myself, we’ll be shielding from telekinesis and war talents, and Karana will cast the mass paralysis spell, they shouldn’t be protected from it like you two are in your armor.”

  Regina and I nodded, and we moved our horses closer to theirs. The closer we were, the less area they’d have to shield.

  Saria’s visage of wild predatory anticipation was familiar, and so was Karana’s. Perversely, it didn’t intimidate me at all, it made my heart race in an excited way. Not at the thought of battle, I’d always hate the need to take life, but at how these fierce ladies were mine. It was a deep instinctual thing, the part of humanity that wasn’t at all civilized, and I knew they’d protect me as I would them.

  I assumed the brief hesitation was to give her two scout teams time to get in position, and then we were moving forward at a fast walk. I almost felt sorry for the soldiers, almost.

  The men must have wanted us alive, or at least, the three beautiful women, because there was a loud gust of air from the side of the road. It bent trees, and pushed bushes and the grass flat, but I didn’t feel so much as a breeze, as it dispersed, split, and went around their mage’s protections.

  Karana’s voice rose and spoke a strange language with confidence. Hearing her cast was a strange thing to me, because it was the only time her voice wasn’t seductive in the least. The spell would only take ten seconds.

  At the same time, I heard screams in the woods, no doubt some of them already being taken out by the elven scouts.

  Just a moment later, several balls of fire, and shards of ice flew from the forest, immediately followed by charging men. I suspect they decided to charge us instead of the people behind them when they realized they were surrounded and in a counter trap. Quick thinking, no doubt a trained response from their time in Desal’s military.

  Their balls of fire and shards of ice were either deflected or outright destroyed by the mage wards against the elements. It wasn’t all good news however.

  They were going to reach us a second or two before Karana’s spell was finished, and they had swords drawn and were racing Karana directly. Of course, that had them clumped up pretty tightly as just over twenty men raced for the four of us in tight formation. A few more were falling from arrows or magic from behind, but not enough.

  My ring formed over the tip of my finger, and I aimed for the guy in the lead, and hit his knees with a telekinetic punch. I cringed at the sound of his knee caps splintering, and the cry of agony as he went down hard. As I’d hoped, several of them tripped over the guy in the lead, but at least twelve were still coming, they’d either jumped over their comrades, or ran around them.

  It was a decent tactic, because their only chance was putting a sword through Karana.

  I went to fire again, but Saria beat me to it.

  Her voice boomed five words in about a second, and a wave of telekinetic force went through them like a tsunami, throwing them all back three or four yards, and then onto their backs.

  Is it wrong, that it turned me on a little? Not the men’s pain, but Saria’s power.

  Ka
rana finished her spell, which ended the fight, as a rolling ring of magic exploded from around her and went out in all directions. The men in the process of getting up, froze, and fell on the ground.

  The twenty light elven scouts ended their lives quickly with knives to the chest or throat as they ghosted out of the woods. Two of our elven scouts had light injuries, at a guess the men returned fire once for suppression before they ran our way. I took care of both of them quickly.

  Saria raised an eyebrow, “That was a nice shot, were you worried?”

  I shook my head, “You could have told me the plan, I didn’t know you could cast something like that already.”

  Saria grin was a bit feral, which… stirred my groin. I was really fucked up sometimes. I had a thing for powerful blood thirsty woman apparently.

  Saria said, “Sorry, I literally just learned it not a half hour ago. She was teaching me a second spell when we found the ambush.”

  That seemed convenient timing, but Karana did tell me she’d teach Saria the basic defensive spells yesterday, and a few attack spells today. It even made sense that her first offensive spell was a telekinetic spell, since I imagined Saria had those concepts down pat after being having a telekinetic magical ability all her life, until I’d made her a mage by removing it.

  “What spell?” I asked curiously.

  Saria giggled, which set off all my alarms, and she raised an eyebrow in challenge, “You’ll find out later.”

  I tried to imagine what kind of spell would make her giggle like that, and I came up completely blank. I also decided not to make an issue about it, if they wanted to surprise me, well… it wouldn’t kill me, and it had Saria more delighted and happy than I’d ever seen outside of our family in total privacy.

  Why would I want to ruin that?

  “Alright love, what’s the plan?”

  Karana said, “Loot the bodies, I’ll burn them to ash, and we’ll move on.”

  Saria nodded, “Most of these weapons are good, we’ll make about fifteen gold.”

  That made sense, a good sword sold for a gold piece, but the vendor would need to make a profit, so we’d only see five silver for each weapon we sold. Last time we’d fought bandits we’d been on the run and couldn’t show up in Eastguard with a few horses laden down with loot, this time we were welcome, and expected.

  “And I thought healing paid well.”

  I’d have to heal a hundred and fifty soldiers to make that much. It was also more gold than I’d made healing the soldiers during the battle, including that ten-gold bonus.

  Saria smirked, “Bandits aren’t that common, and will be rarer once the queen gains full control of the countryside. It is a good windfall though.”

  We cleaned up, and used a couple of the bandits’ horses back in the woods as pack horses for the thirty swords and daggers. Then started heading down the road, where Karana and Saria started to whisper again, presumably about that spell.

  I suppressed a shudder, when they giggled.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The fire was a bit warm as the sun sank behind the horizon while we ate our dinner.

  Or perhaps, it was Karana who was making me warm. She sat very close to me that night, close enough that our hips and shoulders bumped often while we ate our meal.

  There hadn’t been any trouble that afternoon, and Regina, Karana and I had a long conversation, while Saria meditated and worked on her focus as a mage. We’d had a good time, mostly spoke about our plans for the future of our family, and what kind of organic magic I was going to put in the manor. We did discuss magic briefly that day, though there was nothing urgent for me to adapt to my ring and unique way of casting through organic DNA.

  Karana wiggled a bit and leaned against me. She felt amazing against my side. She was warm, soft, and enticing.

  I was a little surprised by it, she wasn’t one to tease, and I knew she knew what kind of effect she was having on me. At least, I was surprised until I looked over and into her eyes. The desire burned there, as did her love for me, a mirror image of what I felt in my heart, and what she could probably see in my eyes.

  No, it wasn’t what was there that made my breath catch, my mouth dry, my cock stir, and my heart race. It was what wasn’t there. There was no conflicting fear, there was no doubt, there was surety, confidence, and a needy sultry desire in her eyes that took my breath away.

  I leaned in and her eyes widened in longing as I tilted my head and paused. She didn’t pull away, and leaned toward me, so I closed the distance and claimed a soft butterfly kiss from her pouty silken lips. Her breathy response encouraged me to continue the kiss, and my chest felt like it would burst, with base lustful desire, rising up in a spiral with a tender love and awe of the exotically beautiful and powerful woman returning my kiss with equal heat. I felt deeply protective of her, and at the same time longed to ravish her, and explore every inch of her silky ebony skin.

  It was a soft kiss of passion, love, and surrender, as she melted against me further and whispered my name in needy sultry desire.

  Even Regina and Saria were breathing rather heavily when it broke.

  I scooped her up without a word, and her arms went around my neck as I carried her to the tent.

  We kissed softly, at first, and built up more passion slowly as our hands wandered each other’s bodies. My body and mind were overwhelmed with the sensations, and at the long-held desire finally being realized. I wanted to rip her clothes off, and my cock was throbbing painfully, but perversely we took our time as we stripped each other down to our skin, between kisses. Some soft, some hard, and some teasing.

  Our breath mixed, and her hands felt incredible on my skin, as I explored her soft silky and supple body. She was more beautiful than I imagined, her body was willowy, with graceful curves, a small waist and a flat stomach, with perfect generous C cups that stood proudly without any sag. Her ass was heart shaped, and perfect for my questing hands to squeeze, but supple and firm.

  Her graceful neck, pointed ears, and long silky raven black hair with a sliver sheen were breathtaking, and her red eyes were warm with love and desire as she too, eagerly explored my body and looked me over for the first time. The exotic beauty of her face was pure seduction, just like her body language and voice was. She had high sculpted cheekbones, long eyelashes, and pouty lips.

  “Karana…”

  She held a finger over my lips, and then pushed me onto my back with a sultry grin.

  “Talk later James, I’m busy.”

  I smirked as she mounted my middle, and then gasped as the liquid heat that slid up my cock from base to tip, leaving a line of liquid desire along it. The look of pleasure on her face matched the incredible pleasure I felt at her silken folds gliding along my most sensitive parts. She dug her nails into my skin, hard enough to leave impressions if not break the skin, and she sighed in contented pleasure as she stroked back down my cock.

  She was so incredibly good at it, I wondered if maybe she wasn’t a virgin after all, but I didn’t care. She was mine now, and that was all that I cared about.

  She leaned down and kissed my neck, and then suckled it. I groaned, and my body involuntarily ground up against her.

  She whispered in my ear, “Saria gave me a few tips earlier today,” she nibbled and sucked on my earlobe, which made me reach around and grab her ass firmly, as I once again ground up into and against her sex. She was killing me.

  Is that what they’d been giggling about? The thought fled as soon as I’d had it, I didn’t care about anything in that moment, except the feel of her warm silky body against mine, and the velvety pleasure of her labia along my cock, an incredibly blissful experience and a sweet teasing promise of what was soon to come.

  She whispered, “I love you James,” right before she reached between us, swiveled her hips, and impaled herself hard on my cock.

  Or at least she tried, she was so fucking tight the tip was barely in despite how wet and lubricated she was, and she gasped in pain as
her entrance convulsed around my head. Maybe she was a virgin, because an experienced woman wouldn’t have made that mistake.

  “James, you’re so big,” she said breathily.

  My cock twitched, an acknowledgement of the compliment no doubt. I was far from small, but I wasn’t much above average that way, the high end of average? I was big enough to completely fill my mates, and more than satisfied with that.

  No, it was just virgins were tight as hell.

  She started to swivel and twist her hips, working in circles as she bounced lightly. The look of pain on her face was more than rivalled by the look of determination. There was some pleasure there as well as she worked her way down my cock, but true pleasure for her would come later.

  As for me, I was in heaven, she was insanely tight, but warm, soft, silky, and so wet for me it drove me crazy as little shocks of pleasure were sending waves of euphoria into my body. My only task at that point, was holding on long enough for her to reach her pleasure, which wouldn’t be easy.

  When she was finally firmly seated, her ass against my legs, I teased her breasts softly, and tweaked her nipples. The breathy sighs of pleasure told me like Saria, her breasts weren’t overly sensitive, and I increased the firmness until I reached the point she gasped in pleasure, and her sex tightened and convulsed around me even further.

  I reached down, and teased her clit with a couple of light thumb strokes through her hooded folds, and then pulled her down for a deep kiss. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but I wanted to bring her pleasure not pain, this first time wouldn’t be a wild ride, that was in our future.

  “I love you Karana,” I said softly, as our kiss ended. I caressed her cheek, and onto her neck and then around to cup it, as I pulled her into yet another kiss. My other hand was busy exploring her lissome body, and teasing as much pleasure from it as I could, even as I held back and fought my own. Her body felt too damned good wrapped around me, and on top of me. Her sultry beauty had me mesmerized.

  Eventually, she got used to my invasion, and her warm sex was perfectly molded to my own.