Ancient Magic: Darkness
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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1,555
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2
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Part 3
Ancient Magic: Darkness
Part Three
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The great doors opened, and Matthian walked in with the head guard. His red hair was flaming with the blossoming of his youth, and he wore the clean, white robes of the yosho’s mansion.
He watched from his room, that right above the meeting room. He’d used the most clever magic to design the wall between them. From his side, he could see everything that happened, but from the other, there was simply a white wall. When there were meetings that the officials didn’t want him attending, he could even hear everything that happened in the room, even though it made it more difficult to communicate with Usan.
The guard led Matthian into the room below, the inner sanctum.
Iphrell left his view and moved to the mirror to prepare himself for the ritual. With a single touch, his hair became the white-blond so characteristic of Usan, and another to his eyes turned them pale blue. He removed his robe and admired his body. It glowed perfection, and he considered it one of his greatest achievements. Certainly one could sculpt a man with magic, but this came from the body he was given at birth, working hard to train it into beauty. With a final touch, he deepened his voice to match Usan’s, a smooth bass to replace his beautiful baritone.
He returned to the wall just to see the guard walk out of the room carrying the white robe. It was time.
This ritual was the test of courage for the candidate. In some sense, Iphrell didn’t need to changes his eyes or hair, but he did it anyway, as tradition. Now, however, the act took place in darkness, to heighten the senses and to spark fear. It wasn’t always like that. There were other ways to test courage, but since Iphrell had manipulated Usan, this was a useful way to do it. In the beginning it hid his features, until he learned to change them. Darkness was no longer necessary, but he used it anyways.
A simple spiral staircase led down from his room into the sanctum. He cut off light in the stairwell, then opened the door into the room.
The darkness was certainly complete, and only experience and confidence carried his feet over to the bed where he knew Matthian lay. He put out a magical aura, sensing to know when he’d reached the boy.
When he stood over the bed, he could hear the boy’s breath. He felt his dick pulse as he listened to the boy’s nervous breathing, shallow and hoarse.
“Iphrell tells me you are a virgin.”
“I am.” Matthian’s voice cracked. Part of him pitied the boy, but the other reveled in the power, and he climbed onto the bed, straddling the boy’s stomach and began massaging his chest.
Matthian hissed at his touch, and followed that with deep moans. He could feel the huge muscles relax under his fingers, feel the boy sink deeper into the bed under the pressure of his legs. The boy’s cock brushed his butt.
He continued in silence for a moment, kneading the boy’s shoulders and arms, and listening to his breathing grow steadier, his moans grow softer. He wanted Matthian completely relaxed before he took his body.
He slid his body back, laying down on the boy, so that their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, abs to abs, dick to dick. He cradled Matthian’s head in his arms and lifted it to his face.
“Matthian, are you ready?” He breathed on the boy’s face.
“I am yours, Yosho. Take me.”
Iphrell wouldn’t wait for soft kisses. He would take the boy again later. Right now, hunger and passion welled up inside him, and those words broke the lock and brought his might and fury down upon the boy. He ate Matthian’s lips, forced his mouth open and reached down towards the depths of the boy’s throat. He clutched his body closer grabbing on to the firm muscles of his back, while the other snaked down to explore his butt. The boy’s skin was smooth and hot, and he imagined this was what it would be like to touch the gods.
After an initial state of shock, Matthian fought back. Strong hands gripped Iphrell’s butt, and the boy’s tongue forced itself into his mouth. Iphrell moaned, and the rumble of his voice in his throat fed the passion in his groin. He was desperate to get inside the boy. He needed it, now.
He broke away from the kiss, and the absence of those lips, even for a single moment, ate away at his heart. Slipping a hand behind Matthian’s head, he straightened, guiding the boy’s face to his skin. The boy’s lips were soft on his abs, and he groaned, feeling the boy’s tongue slide over his muscles.
He kneeled there, straddling Matthian’s legs, cock pulsing. The boy’s mouth drifted down his stomach, until his cock brushed skin. He shuddered when Matthian finally grabbed his manhood and took it in his mouth. His tongue swirled around Iphrell’s cock, making him groan. He grasped the boy’s shoulders, kneading them, tight balls of muscle. Just feeling them fill his hands set him on fire.
It was then that he wished he could see his lover. The darkness was complete, and he could feel the heat of Matthian’s skin, the stroke of his finger, the writhing of his tongue, but he could not see the beauty that held him in rapture. He cradled Matthian’s head in his hands and leaned down to kiss the eager lips. The heady sensation took over, enthralled him, and all he could do was kiss and be kissed, and he was happy.
Matthian was an amazing lover. His hands knew all, as if they could detach themselves from his body and work their own magic. Iphrell’s chest, his abs, his arms, his back, his butt, his cock, all melted under their strong grip and gentle touch. Iphrell gasped into Matthian’s mouth when the boy began rubbing his nipples. It sent electric shocks through his body, and his dick shuddered.
It was time. He lifted his body off Matthian, rolling the boy over and pulling him up onto his hands and knees. He kneaded the soft butt, listening to the groans that came with each clench. Leaning down to kiss the boy’s back, he slid his finger between the boy’s cheeks until it came to rest on the boy’s hole. He cast a spell, and his finger was slick with lube. Nibbling Matthian’s skin, he pushed his finger in, and the boy gasped. He slid a second in, and widened the hole. His heart pounded as he listened to Matthian’s breath, like sobs.
He straightened, taking his cock in his hand and guiding the head to the boy’s hole. Matthian hissed when he pressed it inside, and as he sheathed his manhood Matthian howled. The boy was tight, hot, and tight. He started pumping, slow and easy, and leaned over to wrap his arms around Matthian. He moaned, feeling the boy’s skin on his stomach, stroking his abs, and his tight hole gripping his cock.
His hand found Matthian’s cock, and he began pumping it, as he thrust himself deeper inside. All gasps had turned to moans, and Iphrell found himself edging even closer to ecstasy with each groan that came from the boy’s throat. This was carnal, this was animal. Iphrell groaned, feeling the sounds rattle in his chest, and pumped the boy’s dick harder. It filled his hand and pulsed in his grip.
Iphrell knew he was coming closer, but he couldn’t stop. There would be another chance, he told himself, there would be another chance. He clenched his hand around Matthian’s cock, pumping furiously until it pulsed in his hand. Matthian screamed, his voice filling the cavernous room, surrounding Iphrell as though it were something solid. As the boy’s hole clenched around his throbbing member, he felt all of his muscles clench, and his screams mingled with Matthian’s, the chorus of ecstasy driving each and every shot. He put all of himself into it, all his magic, all his power, all of his passions, drove them into the boy, and the pleasure was unbearable.
He collapsed onto Matthian, chest heaving, and for a moment, all he heard was the mingling of their gasps. Then, a light shown, a deep blue glow. Iphrell knew, as the light grew from faint rays escaping from the boy’s underside to a bright and powerful light that engulfed Matthian’s body. He leaned back and watched Matthian rise into the air, rotating in a magical ecstasy. His transformation was complete.
Matthian floated back down to the bed and the glow died away. Iphrell took his head in his hands and kissed him deeply, with the small passion and energy he still had left. He placed a hand on Matthian’s chest and pressed his forehead to him. “Congratulations, Matthian. You are one of us.” He pulled Matthian as close as he could, and kissed the man one more time.
Part Three
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The great doors opened, and Matthian walked in with the head guard. His red hair was flaming with the blossoming of his youth, and he wore the clean, white robes of the yosho’s mansion.
He watched from his room, that right above the meeting room. He’d used the most clever magic to design the wall between them. From his side, he could see everything that happened, but from the other, there was simply a white wall. When there were meetings that the officials didn’t want him attending, he could even hear everything that happened in the room, even though it made it more difficult to communicate with Usan.
The guard led Matthian into the room below, the inner sanctum.
Iphrell left his view and moved to the mirror to prepare himself for the ritual. With a single touch, his hair became the white-blond so characteristic of Usan, and another to his eyes turned them pale blue. He removed his robe and admired his body. It glowed perfection, and he considered it one of his greatest achievements. Certainly one could sculpt a man with magic, but this came from the body he was given at birth, working hard to train it into beauty. With a final touch, he deepened his voice to match Usan’s, a smooth bass to replace his beautiful baritone.
He returned to the wall just to see the guard walk out of the room carrying the white robe. It was time.
This ritual was the test of courage for the candidate. In some sense, Iphrell didn’t need to changes his eyes or hair, but he did it anyway, as tradition. Now, however, the act took place in darkness, to heighten the senses and to spark fear. It wasn’t always like that. There were other ways to test courage, but since Iphrell had manipulated Usan, this was a useful way to do it. In the beginning it hid his features, until he learned to change them. Darkness was no longer necessary, but he used it anyways.
A simple spiral staircase led down from his room into the sanctum. He cut off light in the stairwell, then opened the door into the room.
The darkness was certainly complete, and only experience and confidence carried his feet over to the bed where he knew Matthian lay. He put out a magical aura, sensing to know when he’d reached the boy.
When he stood over the bed, he could hear the boy’s breath. He felt his dick pulse as he listened to the boy’s nervous breathing, shallow and hoarse.
“Iphrell tells me you are a virgin.”
“I am.” Matthian’s voice cracked. Part of him pitied the boy, but the other reveled in the power, and he climbed onto the bed, straddling the boy’s stomach and began massaging his chest.
Matthian hissed at his touch, and followed that with deep moans. He could feel the huge muscles relax under his fingers, feel the boy sink deeper into the bed under the pressure of his legs. The boy’s cock brushed his butt.
He continued in silence for a moment, kneading the boy’s shoulders and arms, and listening to his breathing grow steadier, his moans grow softer. He wanted Matthian completely relaxed before he took his body.
He slid his body back, laying down on the boy, so that their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, abs to abs, dick to dick. He cradled Matthian’s head in his arms and lifted it to his face.
“Matthian, are you ready?” He breathed on the boy’s face.
“I am yours, Yosho. Take me.”
Iphrell wouldn’t wait for soft kisses. He would take the boy again later. Right now, hunger and passion welled up inside him, and those words broke the lock and brought his might and fury down upon the boy. He ate Matthian’s lips, forced his mouth open and reached down towards the depths of the boy’s throat. He clutched his body closer grabbing on to the firm muscles of his back, while the other snaked down to explore his butt. The boy’s skin was smooth and hot, and he imagined this was what it would be like to touch the gods.
After an initial state of shock, Matthian fought back. Strong hands gripped Iphrell’s butt, and the boy’s tongue forced itself into his mouth. Iphrell moaned, and the rumble of his voice in his throat fed the passion in his groin. He was desperate to get inside the boy. He needed it, now.
He broke away from the kiss, and the absence of those lips, even for a single moment, ate away at his heart. Slipping a hand behind Matthian’s head, he straightened, guiding the boy’s face to his skin. The boy’s lips were soft on his abs, and he groaned, feeling the boy’s tongue slide over his muscles.
He kneeled there, straddling Matthian’s legs, cock pulsing. The boy’s mouth drifted down his stomach, until his cock brushed skin. He shuddered when Matthian finally grabbed his manhood and took it in his mouth. His tongue swirled around Iphrell’s cock, making him groan. He grasped the boy’s shoulders, kneading them, tight balls of muscle. Just feeling them fill his hands set him on fire.
It was then that he wished he could see his lover. The darkness was complete, and he could feel the heat of Matthian’s skin, the stroke of his finger, the writhing of his tongue, but he could not see the beauty that held him in rapture. He cradled Matthian’s head in his hands and leaned down to kiss the eager lips. The heady sensation took over, enthralled him, and all he could do was kiss and be kissed, and he was happy.
Matthian was an amazing lover. His hands knew all, as if they could detach themselves from his body and work their own magic. Iphrell’s chest, his abs, his arms, his back, his butt, his cock, all melted under their strong grip and gentle touch. Iphrell gasped into Matthian’s mouth when the boy began rubbing his nipples. It sent electric shocks through his body, and his dick shuddered.
It was time. He lifted his body off Matthian, rolling the boy over and pulling him up onto his hands and knees. He kneaded the soft butt, listening to the groans that came with each clench. Leaning down to kiss the boy’s back, he slid his finger between the boy’s cheeks until it came to rest on the boy’s hole. He cast a spell, and his finger was slick with lube. Nibbling Matthian’s skin, he pushed his finger in, and the boy gasped. He slid a second in, and widened the hole. His heart pounded as he listened to Matthian’s breath, like sobs.
He straightened, taking his cock in his hand and guiding the head to the boy’s hole. Matthian hissed when he pressed it inside, and as he sheathed his manhood Matthian howled. The boy was tight, hot, and tight. He started pumping, slow and easy, and leaned over to wrap his arms around Matthian. He moaned, feeling the boy’s skin on his stomach, stroking his abs, and his tight hole gripping his cock.
His hand found Matthian’s cock, and he began pumping it, as he thrust himself deeper inside. All gasps had turned to moans, and Iphrell found himself edging even closer to ecstasy with each groan that came from the boy’s throat. This was carnal, this was animal. Iphrell groaned, feeling the sounds rattle in his chest, and pumped the boy’s dick harder. It filled his hand and pulsed in his grip.
Iphrell knew he was coming closer, but he couldn’t stop. There would be another chance, he told himself, there would be another chance. He clenched his hand around Matthian’s cock, pumping furiously until it pulsed in his hand. Matthian screamed, his voice filling the cavernous room, surrounding Iphrell as though it were something solid. As the boy’s hole clenched around his throbbing member, he felt all of his muscles clench, and his screams mingled with Matthian’s, the chorus of ecstasy driving each and every shot. He put all of himself into it, all his magic, all his power, all of his passions, drove them into the boy, and the pleasure was unbearable.
He collapsed onto Matthian, chest heaving, and for a moment, all he heard was the mingling of their gasps. Then, a light shown, a deep blue glow. Iphrell knew, as the light grew from faint rays escaping from the boy’s underside to a bright and powerful light that engulfed Matthian’s body. He leaned back and watched Matthian rise into the air, rotating in a magical ecstasy. His transformation was complete.
Matthian floated back down to the bed and the glow died away. Iphrell took his head in his hands and kissed him deeply, with the small passion and energy he still had left. He placed a hand on Matthian’s chest and pressed his forehead to him. “Congratulations, Matthian. You are one of us.” He pulled Matthian as close as he could, and kissed the man one more time.