A Mage's Tale

Introduction

Ok. Welcome to the world of Loria, a world very different from our own where dragons once ruled the sky and great wars raged between the kindoms of man and elf. This story is basically following the life of a Spellsword named Mika, who soon finds out his destiny could change the very fate of Loria or even the whole universe. This is the first of many chapters so please check back regularly. Oh and please rate and review I need as much constructive criticism (Or compliments) as possible thankyou. Oh yeh please point out any spelling errors so that I can fix them.

P.S. For all PWP readers I have marked where to start reading further down


A Mage’s Tale

The setting ruby sun shone fondly over the cool, clear, blue ocean. The few pure white clouds that hung above the crystalline waters cast majestic shadows amongst the rolling tides. The gulls swooped down and cried merrily as they plucked unsuspecting fish from the water.

Mika sat upon the beach that lay before the towering, marble walls of the Arcane Temple and looked upon the enchanting horizon, he allowed the refreshing sea breeze to sweep through his ebony black, shoulder length hair, sweeping it away from his eyes and whipping away the few beads of sweat that hung from his brow. His deep blood red eyes scanned across the vast seemingly endless waters of the Imperial Ocean absorbing the endless feeling of nirvana that could only be ever be found in places such as this. As his mind slowly grew at ease the bright, red rune markings that coiled, curled and twisted their way around his entire body began to glow signalling his focus and clarity of mind. The markings converged on his back into the shape of a dragon’s head which when glowing seemed to engulf itself in fire, blazing as brightly as the sun itself. The mixture of warm air and cool wind carved its way around Mika’s toned, muscular chest before sweeping up the beach casting waves of golden sand up into the air before gently settling on a nearby dune.

A long yawn passed Mika’s lips as he lay down upon the golden sand and began to drift of into the land of slumber. Unfortunately this bliss was to be short lived as he had been spotted laying upon the beachhead by a lone figure hidden in shadows of the rocks just further up the beach, Mika’s leather scroll bag was slung upon a nearby stone, his crystal shortsword lay discarded, half buried in the golden sand and his emerald green apprentice robes lay folded at his side leaving the boy in naught but his underwear. The figure shook his head in dismay as his most trusted apprentice had once again left himself completely, utterly and totally vulnerable, a mistake that would have probably cost an actual mage his or her life. The figure walked out of the shadows revealing himself as a short old man of about five foot four in height. A bright, sapphire blue circlet surrounded his glistening bald scalp. His long, silver stomach-length beard waved and flowed in the wind as the sun reflected of his half rimmed spectacles. His bright blue, gold inlayed robes drifted majestically around him as he looked upon his unsuspecting student, and in one snap of his fingers a large crash of thunder rung out from the heavens causing Mika to leap into the air in a mixture of fear and surprise before landing face first in a heap. The old mage laughed heartily before gracefully striding over to the humiliated boy.

Mika, upon seeing his approaching master leapt back onto his feet in one swift movement before stomping angrily over to him, fuming with a strange mix of both rage and embarrassment, completely forgetting how ridiculous he actually looked. He was almost completely naked, and both his face and hair were packed full of sand. “Eldon can’t I ever get a minutes piece!?” The young apprentice began to yell, the marks on his body glowed even brighter than before. “ I’m not even on University grounds how do you keep finding me!?” Upon hearing this Eldon once again burst out laughing his rich elderly voice echoing along the coastline.

“Mika, dear child do you forget that I’m a master magician? You could be on the other side of the planet and sooner or later I would locate you, and besides young one those markings of yours were glowing bright enough to be this beaches’ beacon” Mika’s face instantly went a shade of scarlet which only caused Eldon to laugh even louder and harder than before.

Eldon’s crystal blue eyes shone with a fatherly love as he watched his young apprentice furiously shaking the contents of the beach out of his hair. The old mage began to reminisce. He thought back when to he still had a small amount of youth left in him. Whilst striding upon the very same sands Eldon had found a small rowing boat upon this beach, an enchantment of straight sailing had been cast upon it as the only living being within it lay in a small basket protected inside its cargo box along with an odd black longsword by its side. A baby lay inside it wailing and howling in dismay. However as soon as Eldon lifted the babe up into his arms and their eyes met the infant instantly calmed, plucking the spectacles from Eldon’s face, laughing with such purity and faith that the aging mage’s heart instantly opened up and he took the child in as his kin, manufacturing a story of a dying mother in the neighbouring town of Balderim, he had always said that her dying wish was a request that the child be raised a Spellsword like his father. He named the infant Mika, the same name he would have given his own child had the love of his life not died fifty five years ago in the last great war, she died with honour protecting the Arcane temple from the southern Elves of Malacath, a grim day that would haunt the unfortunate man until his last dying breath.

He found comfort and companionship within Mika, not to mention one of the finest and most naturally skilled Spellswords he had ever seen, an obvious side-effect of the mysterious and unexplainable markings that covered the child from head to toe, an enigma that baffled and tormented the temple’s archivists, who practically overturned the temples legendary library filled with the most extensive amount of rune markings and scrolls on the planet only to meet complete and total failure.

However Eldon still had quite a time raising the young boy who at first fought tooth and nail to forsake his studies just to laugh, play and fight with the vast number of children that lived within Balderims’ walls. He still remembered very first day this behaviour began. He thought of how laughed just as he had mere minutes ago as the child declared “Magic is weird and stupid, I wanna fight and be an adventurer so that I can be a hero!”. Even to the current day, at the age of nineteen Mika would still occasionally play truant to some of the less frivolous and exciting studies of a Spellsword. Much like what he was doing at that current point in time.

By now Mika was fully brushed off and dressed, his sword securely fixed to his side and his bag slung over his shoulder. Eldon spoke out in his usual disciplinary tone “Mika I understand that you are already as skilled some of our ascended mages but please understand until you reach twenty and come of age that you cannot take time out of your studies for such relaxation” He prepared for Mika’s reply which he had already guessed would be a comment of the current day and why Mika saw fit that this particular day it was acceptable for him to skip classes.

“But Eldon my birthday is tomorrow can’t we simply allow it to slide just once” Just as Eldon had suspected. The teen had already passed all the examinations to become a fully-fledged Spellsword by the age of fourteen, by the age of eighteen he had already managed to rank as the third most talented swordsman within the entire temples university besting almost all other students, some of whom were as old as thirty five.

Mika’s magical ability was also well known, especially some of his little pranks around the university. The most famous of which came not too shortly after Mika hit puberty. That fateful morning practically all of the female apprentices awoke to discover all of their clothes were either under an irreversible invisibility spell or trapped in a pocket dimension Mika had managed secretly create. This forced many of the poor girls who couldn’t get replacement clothes to attend classes in their nightwear which was more less underwear shielded by just a thin, practically see-through veil. And it didn’t stop there, many of the girls Mika had ever shown interest in almost constantly came bursting into the arch-mages office with reports of flying scissors darting for the straps of their underwear and for some reason the veil of their nightwear seemed to constantly become thinner and tighter. One particularly attractive red haired girl who sat next to Mika during lectures frequented the office practically every hour each time blushing more and more until she had eventually turned a shade of ruby red. This was because she came with reports of her breasts suddenly increasing in size and an odd but pleasurable feeling constantly emanating from her “womanly area” refusing to address it by any other name.

This mayhem continued for a week until eventually a handful of the girls stumbled upon Mika waving his fingers opening and closing them, as a pair of scissors chased a poor blonde apprentice through the Temple halls constantly snipping menacingly at her now skin-tight bra. Not only was Mika disciplined severely but the girls themselves also claimed retribution through their own methods, Involving rope, various forms of make up and the very tall oak tree that lay in the dead centre of the temple. However the red headed girl Mika had focused on the entire time was somewhat more playful. Her name was Elyria, a confident and skilled Seer who at one point got her own form of retribution by giving Mika such an enchanting stare that the poor boy gained a large erection in the middle of the temples main lecture theatre. Just as he had to rise and recite a chapter from the book he’d being studying, which out of pure dumb luck was about the solidity and size of a mages staff and how it affected its potency when overused. This little lesson soon educated Mika about the dangers of crossing a fellow mage especially those of the opposite sex. However despite the events that took place Mika had gained a strong friendship with Elyria who quickly became the closest friend and rival he would ever have at the Temple. The two of them were almost never seen apart, this was one of the few times however Mika had requested to be alone.

Mika and Eldon had now left the golden sands and beautiful waters of the ocean and now stood on the emerald green grass bank that divided the beach and sand dunes from the enormous wooden gates of the Arcane Temple. The tall marble walls shimmered in the now fading light of the setting sun. Various rune and spell marks could be seen covering he door fading in and out, each constantly switched places and together made up the main defence for the temple. Rune marks of sealing, locking, repelling and even a few of summoning glided across the gates varnished surface.

The summoning runes had only ever had to be called upon once before and that was during the last Great War. A ferocious battle took place at Balderim that consumed so many lives the death toll was never truly discovered but numbered at, at least two hundred thousand. From then on however the mages of the temple had sworn to never unleash the creatures of the runes ever again. Despite the victory this summoning brought to Balderim the sacrifice was far too great.

Eldon looked at the runes and thought back to the fateful day when the creatures were unleashed, the day he lost his lover, his mage brothers and almost his own life. All the old mage dared to remember of those beasts was the towering infernos that sprouted around them, flames so large that the entire temple and the town of Balderim were thrown ablaze within mere minutes causing so many potential mages and apprentices to be incinerated in the massacre. He remembered well the flames, how the room he had covered in with his dearest love had began to collapse upon them, how she had pushed him aside just in time to spare his life but sacrificing her own, crushed by the pillars of the very temple he had sworn to protect. Eldon banished the thoughts and shielded his face from Mika to hide the tears welling up in his eyes as the great gates opened before them and magical light spilled from the gates as they slowly opened.

The Temple was truly a sight to behold, a near impossible feat of both physical and magical engineering. Although the building was called the arcane temple in reality it had no true relation to the gods or any form of religion for that matter. The wondrous building was a university for mages, and endless treasure trove of mystical arts and knowledge. People with magical potential had travelled from the other side of the world just to study at the famous sanctuary. The temple itself was a massive ring shaped structure reaching at least six hundred-metres in diameter and was built fifty stories high. Within the ringed walls was the mages’ university. An indestructible glass dome that allowed the sky to be visible from any part of the centre area protected the top of the ring. The walls and tables were all carved out of pure marble, Braziers lined the walls giving off enchanted flames of green, violet, blue and white constantly shifting and dancing as they burnt, giving of wondrously coloured light. Alchemical tools and various books and scrolls lined the tables some of which rose up and flew through the air to different rooms or tables where they had been summoned, probably by a mage in need of a research reference. A natural garden of some of the most rare and exotic plants grew out from massive grassland in the dead centre of the building. A huge oak tree rose up from this garden a solitary rope hung from one of its highest branches almost as a monument to Mika’s trickery. A great spiral rose up around the edges of the ring that would lead to any of the Temples rooms, which consisted of laboratories, archives, lecture theatres and training rooms for every single type of magical practice.

A great spiral rose up around the edges of the ring that would lead to any of the Temples rooms and sectors, Mika’s dormitory however was unfortunately at the very top of the building just behind the massive stone platform the seers used for astronomy. Mika and Eldon stopped for a moment to adjust to the somewhat brighter light of the university before bidding each other farewell. Eldon split off from Mika heading off back to his private study but before so said “You’d best make it an early night Mika, the ceremony tomorrow will be long and exhausting”.

Mika yawned to himself before gloomily trudging up the long winding walkway up to the observation level. The walk seemed long and never ending as he wound his way up and around the building. Eventually the top came into sight and he breathed a sigh of relief. The observation level was a huge platform that hung underneath the glass dome allowing a total view of the sky. Powerful runes of separation had been cast upon the structure giving the students who wished to become star readers or “Seers” the power to move the very clouds aside for a better view. Usually Mika would spend practically the entire night on the platform, not studying like the Seers but simply gazing up with a feeling of admiration and longing. The night sky always made him think of the world outside of the temple and Balderim. He thought of boundless adventure and endless discovery, he thought of thrills, romance, life, riches, everything! He wanted to see it all! But for now Mika was willing to resign himself to being a humble apprentice, at least for one more last night and with that thought he opened the door behind the observatory, but just before walking in someone tapped his shoulder. He turned to see Elyria standing directly behind him, a friendly smile across her face.

Elyria must have been preparing for her nightly star reading before she noticed Mika retreating into the sanctity of his bedroom. Elyria was a Seer and was just as gifted in magic as Mika could ever hope to be, which had over the years forged a powerful rivalry between the two companions, fuelled by the fact that their studies placed them together in almost every class available. Seer’s were powerful mage’s capable of reading the multiple futures and destinies of the world simply by tapping into the very essence of creation itself, the strongest of which echoed throughout the heavens almost speaking to the seer, each star describing a different possible fate. Naturally however only a few people were ever gifted with being born a seer and it was one of the few magical arts that a mage had to be born with in order to learn and master.

Elyria was standing unusually close to Mika, which was making him feel more than a little uncomfortable, considering how the young seer had grown into a beautiful young girl during the time he had known her. She had long fiery red hair all the way down to her thighs but always kept it neat and tied in a long ponytail, her large eyes always made her seem lively and awake and were completely white only the black outline of her iris was visible, a trait that was common with many gifted seers throughout history. Her features seemed to compliment each other perfectly; smooth skin, strong cheekbones, and thin slightly curved eyebrows. Mika also couldn’t help but notice her body had grown just as nicely; her breasts had grown to become a large and shapely size and were more than noticeable despite the best efforts of her pure white Seers robe, Her hips had also grown curved and shapely and Mika already knew from weapons practice the she had a tight and well toned figure since weapon practice was carried out wearing tight fitting leotards for freedom of movement.

Mika actually had to avoid eye contact when she was standing this close since their difference in height meant that when he looked down to speak to her he would get an eye full of the top of her breasts, he wondered if she had actually done this on purpose but there was no real proof. Mika was at least six foot while Elyria only reached up to his chest despite the fact they were the exact same age, born on the same day in fact, which meant she too would be a true mage, the very next day.

“Hey Mika!” Elyria said wearing her typically cheerful look. “Big day tomorrow”.

Mika listened closely to her voice, the gentle, soothing, harmonious tone had always seemed comforting to him and today was no exception. “Indeed it is” Mika said still avoiding Elyrias gaze determined not to let his temptation draw him to her shapely bust. A mischievous smirk came to Mika’s face as he said “Hope your ready for it, don’t want any unfortunate accidents happening tomorrow do we?”

Elyria giggled at his remark “Oh I’m not the one who needs to be worried Mika, after all, unlike you I can’t give a speech and pitch a tent at the same time.” Now she was the one wearing the smirk, obviously more than satisfied with redness the that had flew into Mika’s cheeks at her comeback. She had always thought of Mika’s voice as rich and complicated. He always seemed adept at covering up any emotion he didn’t want to express maintaining a constantly intriguing visage which only seemed to make her more and more curious as to what he could possibly be thinking, which was one of the reasons she had chosen to be so playful with the Spellsword today. A personal attempt at cracking his cool exterior, which she could now see wasn’t originally as difficult as she thought.

Elyria then grabbed Mika by the back of the head, forcing him into eye contact with her causing the poor boy to turn an even deeper shade of red before she said “Hope it goes well for you too”. Mika had always had a weakness when it came to opposite sex. It was common though ill spoken knowledge that the teen had already lost his virginity by the age of fifteen just a few days after his nightwear prank. One of the few girls who was actually flattered by Mika’s intrigue in her body had visited him at his favourite haunt on the beach and took great pleasure in spending the entire night, educated the young boy in all the different ways both he and she could be pleasured. When Elyria had caught wind of the news, which naturally spread through the university like wildfire she couldn’t react. According to the girl Mika was a ravenous lover, well endowed and with truly magnificent stamina for a first timer. She had never thought about Mika in such a way before, yet another curiosity that she had always kept to herself.

Elyria then gave Mika a quick kiss good bye before returning to the platform to continue her studies. Mika took one last look at her as she walked away noticing the unusual, almost seductive way she seemed to be moving her hips before quickly banishing the thought from his head. She was his friend and just that, she didn’t really consider them anything more than that… did she? Not that he would actually have complained at the time as secretly he had always been attracted to her which was why he had focused so heavily on her during his prank however he judged by her playful reaction that all she it as, was "just" a prank and nothing more. Mika then stepped through the long awaiting gap in his doorway before shutting it behind him.

Mika was one of the few mages that didn’t share his dorm room with anybody else. Although this meant the room was fairly small, it was a blessing in his opinion as the solitude and peace that came from living at the highest point of the temple meant he could get away with just about anything in there. The room itself had marble walls much like many of the other dorm rooms and had a firm blue coloured carpet. Three braziers hung from his wall burning blue flames giving what he had always thought gave the room a relaxed, sensual feel. Mika’s bed lay on the other side of the room accompanied by a mahogany bedside table and a weapons rack containing a silver steel long sword, two Elven daggers and a blank space for his shortsword. Mika carefully placed his shortsword in position and slung his bag over one of his bedposts. He then pulled of his robe and underwear before casually tossing them down on the ground. He then changed into the males’ nightwear, a simple, light blue, silk robe with a swirling pattern. He then climbed into bed before allowing himself to gently pass into a light slumber.

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Elyria now once again stood outside Mika’s door. She had forsaken her diamond hairpins so that her fire red hair now hung loose and fell in elegant waves behind her. The thin veil of her nightwear hung delicately over her finely laced bra and panties. It was now one O'clock in the morning, all the students had retired to their dorms, as she was supposed to be but tonight she had a decision to make. She had decided to ask the stars that night about her relationship with Mika. The sign of lovers came to her, which filled her with a feeling of happiness and even relief. However she knew full well this was just one of many million fates that could be but every star she had spoke to had gave the exact same sign, a man and woman holding each other in a passionate kiss. Elyria had always felt love for Mika. Originally she thought it was a kind of love a sister shares with her brother but clearly this was something far more to her that it had appeared and now she was curious. She began wonder how Mika truly felt about her, she began to realise why Mika seemed so embarrassed when looking at her, why he avoided staring at her body. He was avoiding temptation, she didn’t know whether this was because Mika was trying to avoid being his usual perverted self around his best friend or whether it was something more, and tonight on the last night of their apprenticeships she had the chance, not only to find the answer to her questions but also to feel the lustful, ecstasy of intercourse for the very first time in her life. She took one last deep breath before gently opening Mika’s door and stepped inside before gently closing it behind her.

Elyria now stood before Mika’s bed; her heart was pounding in her chest as she stared down at his sleeping form. She looked upon face, “He looks so adorable when sleeping” she thought to herself before gently pulling back the covers of his sheets staring longingly at the muscular, tanned flesh that she knew lay underneath his robes. She then bent down over him slightly before tenderly whispering the Spellswords name “Mika…Mika, wake up I’ve got something to show you”.

Mika stirred from his sleep, he dreamily opened his eyes and gazed into the shapely, seductive form that was Elyria. His eyes widened and his cheeks turned scarlet as he looked into her clear eyed and hypnotic gaze, the blues flames of the braziers that reflected in her eyes made her seem so much more enchanting to him. His glistening red eyes then slid themselves down her body, stopping to admire the way her arms squeezed her breasts together before trailing down her thin and toned stomach, past the shapely curves of her hips and finally her tightly formed thighs and smooth shaven legs.

Mika tried to speak out but Elyria simply placed one finger upon his lips and instantaneously he silenced. She rose up and one by one undid the clasps of her veil purposefully taking as long as possible, revelling in the complete entrancement of the young Spellsword. She undid the straps and he veil fell from her body, gently gliding its way to the floor leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Mika then tried to sit up before Elyria pushed him back down flat on his back and straddled him so that she could feel the teens throbbing member pushing up into her now soaking wet slit.

Mika couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He never knew that Elyria could be so passionate, so dominating but he liked it. A familiar lustful energy began to charge through his body as tip of his now rock hard cock pushed up through the folds of his robes, his head burning with heat as it rubbed up against the dripping wet surface of her panties.

Elyria then undid the clasp of the bra before letting the straps hang loose for a moment teasing the young apprentice that lay before her even further before sliding it down her arms and casting it to the ground.

Mika was now at the peak of his arousal. The Seers large, firm, pale orbs now lay before him. Elyria’s soft pink nipples were standing erect just begging for the warmth of his touch and finally Mika could suffer temptation no longer. He grabbed a hold of one of one the girl’s breasts with his left hand using his right to reach behind her pulling in so that he could tease the other with his mouth.

Mika’s hand caressed and squeezed at Elyria’s breast, using his finger he gently rolled the tip of his index around the edges of her nipple whist he suckled the other his tongue flickering across the soft, tender flesh and occasionally clamping down on the nipple with his teeth forcing up deep moans of pleasure from the young Seer as she writhed and twisted underneath his loving touch. Mika continued to lick suck and bite down upon Elyria’s breast it was reduced to a gloriously soft mound before swapping an repeating the process on the other, his ears feasted upon her moans of pleasure and he quickened his pace until the other breast was a soft and tender as the first.

Elyria whimpered slightly as Mika stopped suckling and gently lay back upon the bed once again but she knew what was to come next and reached down to untie the string that held his robes together. The robe untied effortlessly and fell open before her. Her eyes scanned across Mika’s naked body. His sun tanned and muscular chest lay before her enhanced by the twisting and swirling marks that lay strewn across them. Her eyes then fell upon the rock solid cock that stood tall just before her, rubbing up against her folds through the covers of her panties. She felt Mika’s arm tug and effortlessly tear the last shred of clothing from her body before casting away to rest on the ground with the rest of her clothing revealing her neatly shaven pubic hair and flooding love tunnel.

Mika lifted her by her hips and was about to place Elyria upon the now aching head of his penis when she spoke out “Mika, please be gentle It’s my first time” upon hearing these words Mika looked up to her and smiled gently before soothing her, caressing her soft tender cheeks with one hand before lustfully replying

“Well then, we’ll have to prepare you for it won’t we?” and with a smirk he pulled the girl up his chest till her leaking, wet slit lay before his mouth and gently at first he prodded against the folds of her aching pussy with his tongue before pushing it deeper into her throbbing love tunnel causing her to moan and shudder vigorously, only adding to his arousal. He then tenderly spread open her now gushing lips and began to flicker his tongue upon her swollen, soaking wet clit, absorbing the sounds of the shear ecstasy that were now bursting from her lips as she thrashed and shivered and raked her nails down his chest leaving burning red marks upon his flesh. He then pushed in deeper and explored her aching entrance until a huge scream of lust burst from within her and he knew he had found her sweet spot. Savagely Mika began to flicker, prod and press against the Elyria’s most sensitive part engorging himself on he cries of love as she moaned and screamed his name out to the heavens. Elyria could feel her body began to tighten a feeling of pure pleasure racing up her spine. She clutched her breasts with her hands squeezing them with all of her might, her tongue licked up against her lips as the she grinded against her lover’s lips, allowing his tongue to reach as deep within her as possible. Suddenly a surge ran through her and she screamed at the top of her voice “Mika, oh god Mika don’t stop! I’m going to…to… come!!!!!”

Elyria exploded, her juices flooded out of her body filling and soaking Mika’s mouth and lips. He swallowed all of her hot sweet juices that he had gathered within his mouth before licking both his noths and her swollen lips clean. Mika’s now flaming hot knob began to throb with anticipation as the time had finally come Elyria moved back down along his chest and placed her still eager folds above Mika’s swollen rod.

In one firm push she forced Mika within her and screamed with a mixture of pure ecstasy and savage pain as her hymen broke, a few trickles of blood leaked nout from her body as a few tears also escaped her eyes. Instinctively Mika grabbed the Seer by her hips and began to move Elyria up and down his throbbing shaft watching the pain leave her face and once again fill with the love, lust and sheer bliss he now craved before he too lost himself in her burning hot love tunnel.

The two thrust and grinded against each other in perfect harmony quickening their pace more and more as both of them moaned and writhed feeling the intense heat of their bodies mix together. They both continued to pound away at each other, both now dripping with sweat as the heat took hold and the surge of their impending climaxes grew near.

The two screamed in unison and their backs arched as they climaxed simultaneously, hot cum mixed with flooding love juice and the intense heat exploded throughout their bodies. Their hearts pounded within them, they’re bodies grew limp. Elyria lay down upon Mika’s chest and he pulled the covers over them before linking in one final kiss and both saying the words that would echo throughout both of their lifetimes, even into the cosmos and beyond “I love you”.

Together they slept bathed in warmth and calming glow of the blue flames they’re faces calm and brimming with love and satisfaction.