Date: Sat, 9 Dec 2023 19:36:01 -0500 From: James Barrett Subject: The Inseparable Coil chapter 1 Chapter 1 I sat cross-legged with my eyes closed, listening to the sounds of nature around me. I heard seagulls from somewhere overhead and felt the wind whipping over me, constantly changing directions. The smell of salt from the waves rolling in from the ocean invaded my nose. I was meditating per instructions from my master, Talin-Na, the Archmage of the King of Serenia. Meditation was supposed to help with my ability to focus. If I could focus better, I could cast better, as my master constantly reminded me, telling me it was a skill I distinctly lacked. So every day I had to do this. Sit quietly, listen to the sounds around me, and try to keep my thoughts on a single item. I could keep quiet, that part was easy. I had always been a quieter person, especially compared to others of the king's court who loved to hear the sounds of their own voices. Staying silent was simple. Even listening wasn't difficult. The truth was, I didn't have trouble focusing per se. I just tended to focus on things that didn't have anything to do with magic. Keeping my mind away from particular thoughts was the hardest part. It's actually quite hard. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth, which was supposed to help. I had to admit the salt air was invigorating. It reminded me of my first time learning water magic. Talin-Na had asked me to convert salt water into fresh water, which I did easily. Water magic always came easy to me. I think it's why he told me to meditate by the sea, so the water would remind me of my true purpose. My true purpose: to learn magic from one of the greatest mages of our time, Talin-Na. He would be named a wizard soon and might no longer take on apprentices. It was a great opportunity I had been given. I was lucky. I didn't know much about my life before coming into my apprenticeship with Talin-Na. I had shown signs that I had the gift of magic from a young age because he told me so. I knew other basic things as well, flashes of memories and dreams I had as a child. It was hard to suppress those kinds of things; dreams, thoughts, and feelings had a magic of their own. But knowledge of where I was from, who my parents were, what kind of life I lived was all a mystery. It was like that with all apprentice-mages, their memories magically wiped and stored away, returned to them upon becoming full mages. The practice was said to ensure we were completely devoted to our studies, no past memories to distract us, no regrets. But I had plenty of other distractions. As only an apprentice, I hadn't learned any spells beyond elemental magic. Every spell I knew how to cast had some connection with one of the four primal elements. Talin-Na said all these spells were gifts from one of the elements, given to wizards and mages in ancient times. Once I mastered each and every element, I could move on to other, more advanced spells, spells that used energy and forces beyond the elements, tapped from sources I hadn't yet learned. After that, I would be able to qualify to become a full mage. But until then, I was to obey the teachings of my master. Water spells had been exceedingly easy, since every bit of life was connected to water. Air had also not presented much of a challenge and was my favorite among the elements. Air magic was to be my locus, the type of magic I would call upon in a life or death situation. Every mage had a locus that they would practice more than any other type of magic so that they mastered it fully. If someone's life depended on it, a mage couldn't be stumbling over spells or forgetting incantations. It had to be so familiar that using your locus felt like walking or speaking, something that had to be learned but had done so often, it became habit and instinct. Earth magic had proved more difficult. I thought it was because I didn't like being dirty - well, I did, but not with actual dirt - and earth magic was essentially the magic of dirt. Talin-Na assured me that was not the reason. And fire. Fire scared me. It was destructive and dangerous. A small spark could become a conflagration with only the right fuel. I had learned enough to light a small fire, enough to light a torch if need be, but that had been it. Talin-Na told me that should be enough to let me pass onto the next stage of my training, but that I should work harder to not be so afraid of fire magic. I admittedly had not taken his advice. I wanted to avoid fire altogether if I could. What I concentrated on learning instead was how to extinguish fire, not with water or air magic, which would have been easy, but controlling the fire itself, shrinking it until it was the smallest of flames. But I had trouble with that too. And the reason I had trouble with it, according to Talin-Na, was because I lacked focus. So here I was, meditating on the cliffs that looked out onto the ocean. The castle of the King of Serenia was behind me, sitting upon a large crag, far above the surface of the sea. The only way to reach the castle was by the road that rose up to the gates, and the position assured against a land or water assault from behind. It made the view from my room spectacular, nothing but the ocean for as far as anyone would see. But even with the sound of waves, the smell of salt, and the sun shining on my face, I still could not keep my thoughts on something ordinary, or even something magical. Instead my thoughts drifted elsewhere. The ocean and sun made me think of the beach, which made me think of people swimming, which made me think of the time I saw a group of royal guards go down to the beach, undress completely, and swim naked in the ocean. They must have had the afternoon off of duty. Even royal guards were given personal time now and then. And now that I was thinking of well-built, naked, and wet royal guards, my cock grew hard in my pants. This was my problem. This was the thing I tended to focus on more than anything else. I was a young man learning magic, apprenticed to the royal mage and surrounded by the intrigues of a royal court. And yet, all I could think about most of the time was what the men around me would look like naked and what it would feel like to be naked with them. I thought about it so often that instead of staying up late to learn new spells or practice casting, I would often walk around the palace grounds pursuing potential...liaisons, shall we call them. One might think it would be difficult to find an amorous encounter at a royal palace, but I could attest that it was not. I could always rely on a royal guard, a young courtier, or a visiting nobleman to let me suck their cock or, even better, to fuck me. So you see, even now as I write this, it's easy for me to deviate from my present course of thought, to one more salacious and improper, but certainly far more interesting. Perhaps it was a consequence of being young, or maybe it was because I had the gift of magic, or a combination of the two. But if my experience taught me anything, it was that most men also thought about the same things as I did, to which my numerous...liaisons could attest. However, this was not the time to be thinking about things of that nature. It was not the time to be thinking about Regan, the young guard lieutenant who fucked me the night before last in the guard barracks. We were in the guard's bathhouse, which was connected to the sleeping quarters, and the thought that all the other guards could possibly hear us made it even more exciting. No, I was certainly not thinking about that. I was thinking about earth, air, water, and fire. "That will be enough meditation for today, Eytan," I heard a deep but melodic voice behind me. I turned to see Talin-Na, my master, standing behind me, observing with his arms crossed over his chest. Talin-Na exuded a strong energy, with dark brown hair that had started to gray at the temples. It moved in the ocean breeze. His eyes were flecked with a brilliant gold from all the prophecy spells he had cast over the years to see the future. I was lucky that my master was handsome; I had known many apprentice-mages trained by old or ugly wizards that used the apprenticeship to keep young, handsome men in their company. He wore his usual blue robe, blue being the color of Selenia and the King. The color matched my robe but the threading and detail were different. His brow furrowed, a sign of trouble. I considered asking him what was wrong, but he wouldn't tell me. Talin-Na was kind and fair, but he was not the most forthcoming. I just hoped he hadn't peered into my thoughts and saw Regan's naked body and hard cock in my mind. "We should run a few drills," he said. If he knew what I was thinking, he said nothing. Drills were a method of magical instruction, when the master would name random spells to the students who would then have to quickly cast them from memory. No looking at a spellbook, no hints. I stood up to prepare for the drills and forgot that I had a hard cock stretching against my pants. I desperately hoped my master didn't notice, but archmages noticed most things. His eyes moved down towards my crotch and then back up again. The creases in his brow furrowed more. "Since air magic is to be your locus, let's focus on that." That was fine by me, I loved air magic. "Gale," he said. He started off with easy ones, spells he knew I had mastered. Gale was my go-to defensive spell. It's a strong blast of wind, shot forth with enough power that I could knock back any enemies that approached me. I shot my hand forward, palm out, not even needing to say the ancient words to the spell aloud. A powerful force of air shot forward that would have knocked Talin-Na back several feet if he had not been prepared for it. Before the gust could reach him, he held up his palm nonchalantly, calming the winds to a gentle breeze. Only his hair and robe fluttered a little from the spell. His magic was so strong. "Shield," he yelled as he conjured a ball of fire in his hand and quickly threw it directly at me. Fire. I barely had time to react, which I admit was the point of the drill. I moved both my arms in front of me in a waving motion. The air around me stiffened, becoming close to solid. When the fireball hit, most of it extinguished on impact, while the rest flew around the shell of solid air I created. See why I loved air magic? You could create a force field with just the air around you! Talin-Na nodded approvingly. A sense of pride and redemption swelled through me. See, I could think about something other than cock. My master narrowed his eyes at me as if sensing my thoughts. "Invisibility," he said next. I frowned at him. He knew that of all the air spells, this was the one with which I had the most trouble. When learning it, I had asked Talin-Na why this was an air-spell. He had replied, "Air is all around you yet you never see it. Even when the wind blows, it is not the wind you see but only the things it affects. Air knows the secrets of invisibility, and if you call upon it, it will teach you." I did not want to disappoint my master again, so I took a deep breath, bit the insides of my mouth in concentration, and closed my eyes. I knew the spell; I had memorized it. I whispered the words in the ancient language of wizards and summoned my magic. The invisibility spell required me to use the air around me to bend light so that I appeared unseen. The air around me shimmered, and it made a slight melodic sound when it did, like wind chimes. It was a sound only a mage could hear, the sound of magic. I held up my hands and opened my eyes. The good news was I couldn't see my hands. They were gone. The bad news was I could see the arms of my robe. I looked down and the theme continued, my pants and boots were all visible. I unfastened the front of my robe and lifted up my tunic to see my stomach, which was gone. It was the usual problem. I could make my body disappear but not my clothes. The spell would work great if I was naked. I had tried working on this spell more times than I cared to admit. I might have had inappropriate reasons for wanting to perfect it. Thoughts of being invisible in the royal guard bathhouse during shower time was one of the main reasons. And you might be thinking, why not just go to the bathhouse naked and invisible if you're just going to jerk off anyway. Because there was one other problem. I watched as my stomach slowly faded back into view. I looked at my hands again and saw them reappear as well. I couldn't sustain the spell, for whatever reason it only lasted a minute or two. Maybe I was discouraged that I couldn't affect my clothes, so my magic faded. You needed confidence for magic. But I wasn't sure that was the reason. Either way, I felt defeated. Air magic came so easily to me that I expected to master this spell quickly, and I couldn't. I didn't care if I couldn't create creatures out of flame or make a tree grow from a seed in a matter of seconds. Those magics weren't my locus, air was. Invisibility should have been easy. Talin-Na looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. But like many times before, he remained silent. It was his usual way when he was somewhere between wanting to scold me for not being more focused and reassure me, telling me that I'll master the spell eventually. So instead of either, he just turned and began the walk back to the palace. I knew I was to follow. I walked a few paces behind my master, wallowing in my own self-pity and going over the spell in my head. As we got closer to the palace, I heard a shuffling of leather and metal. I looked up to see one of the palace guards running towards us. His name was Gerald. He wasn't bad looking but he wasn't one of the guards I had been with before, which just made me wonder what his dick looked like. "Talin-Na," he said, giving the salute to someone of the royal court. "The king requests your presence immediately. He says it's urgent, sir." **** "You are to go before the king," my master said to me. His words were heavy and grave, and - I had to admit - were not the words I had expected. I assumed his reason for needing to see the king so urgently had something to do with our ongoing war against the Arturian Empire, the only country that bordered the Selenian Kingdom to the east. The war had been raging for decades, but how could I help with the matter? After all, I was only an apprentice-mage, still learning my craft and still months away from reaching the status of full mage. I wasn't even allowed to go on missions without Talin-Na. "Yes, master," I half-muttered while quickly getting dressed. I had been sweating from the physical exertion and decided to go back to my room and clean myself up and rest. I wore only my leather pants and boots since the tunic I wore had been soaked through with sweat.   Many people think magic only involves books and studying, which, yes, there is a great deal. But actually practicing magic, wielding it, using its energy and your own to affect the world around you takes great physicality. Magic itself is great exercise and my practice kept me fit and toned. There had been a sense of urgency in my master's voice, so I did not bother finding another clean tunic, and put on my wizard's robe over my naked torso. It wasn't the most formal attire to go before the king, but I had seen many other arch-mages do the same thing and no one had corrected them. I secured the fastenings in the front so only the top of my chest was visible. It would have to do. I saw my master's eyes scan my exposed chest, but he said nothing. Talin-Na turned and my orders were clear, to follow him again. The tails of both our robes flew out behind as we strode with a quickening pace down the stairs and through the east corridor to the king's throne room. Our quarters were in a tall tower, kept separate from the official royal residence or the guests' apartments. But through the back hallways and secret passageways of the palace, we could be at the king's side in just a few minutes in case of emergency. Soon we were in front of the large wooden doors, flanked by guards and carved with regal symbols of King Rennick's family. My master opened the doors without knocking; we were expected. King Rennick sat upon his ornate silver throne surrounded by advisors. I'd heard that the emperor in the east had a golden throne, like the sun, but Rennick was a Moon-King, said to be descended from the moon god himself. His hair was silver like his throne and his dark blue eyes were like looking into the midnight sky. To say I thought he was sexy was an understatement. King Rennick was beautiful. If I knew a spell powerful enough to bring King Rennick to my bed, I would have cast it many times over. Talin-Na commanded a presence upon entering the room. Everyone knew him. "Leave us. Seal the room," instructed King Rennick. I watched as his advisors emptied the room, wondering why someone so young was brought into the king's confidence. After they left the king turned his gaze on me. It could have been my imagination or wishful thinking but his eyes seemed to linger on the part of my chest that was exposed, much like my master's did. The king took his eyes from me and looked at Talin-Na pensively, but he said nothing. He then turned back to me. He produced a scroll from his robes, stood up and walked forward to hand it to me. His masculine scent wafted over me, a mixture of spice, rose, and smoke. I was lucky that my robe covered my tight leather pants that were getting tighter by the second. "Our spies indicate that Prince Rayner is willing to negotiate a ceasefire, possibly even a treaty. But in order to do so, he would have to usurp his father, the Emperor of the Sun." King Rennick's speech was slow and methodical. He wanted to make sure I understood the importance of his words. "He's been able to recruit a small militia of rebels who oppose the war. But it's not enough to go against the Sun-Emperor's guard. He's asked for our help, promising an alliance between our two nations once he's on the throne. This," he held up the scroll, "is a magically binding contract between the two of us. It pledges our support to overthrow his father after which there will be an immediate ceasefire and withdrawal of troops from the border. It already has my signature. It just requires the Prince's." He paused for a moment and looked at the scroll, indicating he wanted me to take it. I tried to keep my hand from trembling and wrapped my fingers around the thick parchment. The king continued to stand in front of me, his eyes casting over me from top to bottom, observing my every detail. My master spoke up, "The contract must be signed in the presence of a mage." The realization finally settled on me. They wanted me to deliver the scroll. But that would mean– King Rennick continued. "Talin must remain here." I noted the familiarity with which the king addressed my master. "Na" was a title given to arch-mages and all those below the arch-mage status were to address them as such. But no one was above the king. "I need him to protect the palace along with the royal guard. Most of our other mages are out on the frontlines, aiding our war efforts. You are the only one who can deliver this document for me. You are to get it to the Prince himself and witness him sign it." He swallowed hard, nervous to speak the next part. "Rayner is in the Empire of Arturia, behind the enemy line. You will need to sneak across the border without being seen...and deliver it to him." I looked down at the scroll in my hands, not believing the significance of this parchment. A way to end the war that had been raging for almost a decade. But of all the people in our kingdom who could deliver this incredible item, the king had asked me. Me? Who had not even progressed to a full mage yet. And I had never been to the Arturian Empire, or even to the border. Everyone knew that as soon as a Selenian crossed the border, they might as well be dead. My mouth had been hanging open while I stared at the scroll. I quickly pulled myself together and answered. "Yes, sire" was all I could say. I had no choice. When your king asked you to do something, you had to obey. King Rennick produced another item from his robe and displayed it in front of me. It was a kind of silver medallion, no larger than a half coin, with a blue ribbon attached so that the medallion could be worn around someone's neck. As I looked closer, I noticed the medallion had a design bored into the metal, a moon and a series of runes I did not recognize. "This is my seal," Rennick said, pointing to the symbol. "It will mark you as a special emissary of the King. With it, you will be able to go anywhere in the Kingdom of Selenia. If anyone stops you, if anyone questions you, show them this seal. There will be no need for further explanation." I reached out to take the seal from the king, but instead he placed it around my neck for me. As he did, his hands lingered near my chest and brushed the exposed skin. It made my entire body tingle to feel his touch. Unfortunately, his hands did not stay there, and he returned to his throne. "I needn't tell you that this seal will have no merit in the Empire of Arturia. Quite the contrary, you will need to conceal it. It will only bring you a quicker death. Talin will help prepare you further." He gave a slight nod to my master. Talin-Na stepped next to me and touched my elbow, signaling it was time to go. We both turned to leave. "And Eytan," The king said. I was shocked he knew my name. I half-turned to face him again. "Good luck." I stayed silent all the way back to the tower that I shared with my master, still holding the parchment gently but firmly. I didn't want to lose it but also didn't want it to wrinkle or fold by my hand. When we arrived, I stood in the middle of our main room, still contemplating the task in front of me. My master went to work collecting materials into a traveling bag. He gathered a variety of potions from our stock as well as herbs to brew new ones. He put a bag of coins and a few fruits and vegetables into the bag. "You'll have to go on foot." He moved over to his desk and retrieved a roll of parchment. "This is a map of the two kingdoms that I've enchanted for you. It will show your location, so you'll always know where you are. You won't get lost." He motioned for me to come closer and look at the map with him. "Take the main road to the east, towards the border." He pointed to a shaded line in the center. "When you reach the village of Shel-lar, go north, into the Grey Forest. Then make your way east again." He drew his finger along the map, showing the path I must take. "What about the border wall?" I asked, wondering how I would pass the stone and wood wall that the Arturian Emperor had erected all along the invisible line separating the two kingdoms, heavily guarded with his troops. "The border wall is incomplete. It does not extend all the way to the north." He pointed again to the map. "Here, Emperor Aken relies on the natural border created by the mountains and the river. The river is wide and the current strong, but you can manage. You're skilled in water-magic." He placed his hands on my shoulder and stared at me. His voice was grave. "It will take time, but you must not be seen. Do you understand, Eytan?" I swallowed hard, my mouth dry and my throat full of spikes. I understood. If I was caught by Arturian soldiers, they would kill me, or worse, take me to the Emperor of the Sun. Either way, I would be dead, along with the chances of ending the war. "I've only just begun elemental magic," I stammered, worried that I wasn't strong enough for this mission. Using the elements was the easiest way to battle with magic. And it was true, I had done well with water-magic. I could use it to call the rain or create ice, and air-magic was my locus. But I wasn't skilled enough in earth-magic, and fire-magic frightened me. "The invisibility spell," I suddenly thought. It would be useful if I could remain unseen. "I haven't mastered it." I was making excuses, my fear trying to keep me from my purpose. But I would feel a lot better about this mission if I had the power of invisibility to call upon. "You will!" insisted my master. "Keep practicing." I looked down at the floor, knowing there was no way out of this journey. It had been decided for me, as fate will do in time. Talin-Na retrieved a small piece of leather that I noticed was shaped like a book. He opened it, and I saw that within the leather were some small pockets designed for placing objects inside. He withdrew a few already placed in the pockets and showed them to me. "A compass," he started, "that will always point toward Prince Rayner. I was able to cast the spell with some items that belonged to the Prince that our spies brought back. Only use it once you cross over the border." This was magic well beyond my skill. He pulled another object from the satchel, a long black feather and small bottle full of what looked like red ink. "A raven's feather for a quill, and ink made from a mage's blood." My face turned into a stunned version of itself, but Talin-Na did not look at me and instead focused on the objects in his hands. Was it his blood? Blood magic was strong and could be dangerous. "This is needed to bind the contract. Prince Rayner must use these objects to sign the document, and you must witness it. Do you understand?" He said the last part sternly and with force, now looking at me directly in my eyes. "Yes," I muttered. It was all I was able to say. Talin-Na placed the objects back in the satchel, being delicate with each one. He took the scroll, still clutched in my hands, and secured it in the satchel as well. All the materials for the contract were now in one spot. He put everything into my traveling bag, and sat it by the door, ready to be picked up when I started on my way. I should have had a million questions for him. I should have begged him to come with me, insisting I couldn't do this on my own. But I said nothing, the importance of my forthcoming journey weighing heavily on my shoulders. I went into my room and gathered a few of my things. I stuffed an extra tunic in my bag, one that I should have put on before I had an audience with the king. I grabbed a small black book next to my bed, a spell-journal. Every mage kept a large grimoire where they wrote their most powerful enchantments, but I found it useful to keep a few spells close at hand, in case I needed to reference them quickly. It would be better for traveling than carrying a large and heavy book with me. I went back into the main room and stood before my master. "I think I'm ready," I said, though it could not have been further from the truth. Talin-Na gave a weak smile and nodded. He came close to me and placed his hands on my shoulders again. His breath, sweet and warm, fell upon my face. "You will do well, I know. You are a great student, and you will be a great mage." He glanced down at the king's seal that was still around my neck. He touched his finger to the seal, and I heard him whisper underneath his breath and felt the rush of magic around us. "For protection," he whispered. My skin burned where the now enchanted seal touched my chest. I stared into his eyes longing for him to tell me I needn't go. He looked as if he had more to say but was stopping himself. Instead, he simply stated, "It will be a long time before I see you next." He said nothing else, but I knew what he wanted, especially because he began unbuttoning his robe. My master had never spoken to me about this particular aspect of the apprentice and master relationship. It was strange, considering how common and longstanding the practice had been. And I know my master had other apprentices before me that are now mages with apprentices of their own. He must have had the same kind of relationship with them as he did with me. Though everyone would like to believe they were their master's favorite, it wasn't realistic. The custom was well known to many without magic, and of course, I welcomed it. But we never discussed it; it was a language we spoke without words. I released the fastenings of my robe and let it drop to the floor. Having no tunic, I stood there shirtless, my toned torso fully visible and displayed. My master watched me, his eyes taking in every muscle of my chest, shoulders, and stomach. He always watched me. I was never sure if I was meant to notice, so I never mentioned it. But whenever I changed, whenever I bathed, whenever I worked up a sweat practicing magic, my master's eyes were always fixed on the part of my body he could see and even the parts he could not. I sat to remove my boots and pants. My master paused in his own removal of clothing to watch me. He had not even removed his tunic yet. Once my leather pants were off, I stood up and went back to the center of the room, completely naked, save for the king's seal around my neck. I no longer wore undergarments of any kind. After about a month into my apprenticeship I had stopped wearing them on occasion. And soon after, I discarded them altogether, only letting the tight, strict material of my leather pants clothe me. Talin-Na liked it though, I could tell. He would catch glimpses of the outline of my cock through my pants and would struggle to look somewhere else. He enjoyed the view as well as the ease it took for me to be fully naked. The only downside was that the leather rubbed against my cock all throughout the day, making it grow and stiffen even when I was trying to accomplish the most mundane of tasks. It was a downside I grew to enjoy. I stood naked before him, as my dick grew to its full length and stood up straight and proud. I was young and fit, so it never took much for it to become as hard as stone. But also, I was a mage. Magic had an effect on the body beyond shaping our muscles and improving our endurance. Sex and magic were linked, wound together in an inseparable coil. Using great magic not only hardened my muscles, but it also hardened my cock. And after intense sessions of study with Talin-Na, my cock leaked with my seed. My master continued to undress all the while staring at me. As I said, I was lucky that he was so handsome. His body was toned and strong like mine, but he had more hair on his chest, arms, and legs, dark hair the color of ravens. I had wanted to place my hands on his chest many times, but the nature of our relationship was not one of intimacy. After all the times we spent together completely naked, he had never kissed me. Before Talin-Na had removed his pants, he moved behind me. I wanted to see his cock hard before me, as I had many times before, but I did not turn to watch him. Instead, I kept my eyes forward and kept quiet. For this part, I always remained silent. Even though he was behind me, I knew his pants were now around his ankles as he kicked them off. I could feel the heat of sex and magic emanate from his body. I heard the bottle of oil he kept close by being turned upside down as he put some in his hand and spread it across his cock, stroking it and making it grow even harder than it already was. He had a large cock, thick and long, larger than mine. I wasn't sure if using magic made your cock larger, but I had thought my own had gotten bigger since I started my apprenticeship. But perhaps it was just my imagination and maybe wishful thinking. I didn't move, letting him control both our movements. I knew it would be as it always was even though I would be happy for more. To kiss him, place my lips around his cock, to let his seed inside me. I had plenty of men place their cocks inside me before but never my master. If only he'd let me, I'd give it all to him. But it was the same. He placed his hand on my back and pushed my torso forward. I leaned over onto the small table where we ate, holding myself up. Instead of inserting his now completely stone hard cock inside me, my master placed it between my legs, which I kept shaved for this purpose. I immediately flexed my toned thighs, placing pressure on his swollen cock. Upon doing this, my master let out a satisfied moan. I knew how to please him. He held his dick between my legs for a bit, but it didn't take long before he was pumping it back and forth using the oil to slide his cock between my thighs. This was how apprentices satisfied their masters, a tradition dating back to the first wizards. My own cock was hard and leaking my seed, but I didn't touch myself. I looked down, watching how my seed dripped out onto the floor and table. This tower was full of both our seed, always spilling out onto whatever surface was close by. He never came into my mouth or inside me, there was never penetration like that. Always this way and I never knew why. "Oh, master," I moaned quietly. Since we never spoke of this, he never confirmed whether he enjoyed my moans or not. But I knew, I knew he loved them. I knew because it made his cock throb between my legs and his pace quickened. My master was close. He placed his hands on my hips and started fucking my legs vigorously. The king's seal still hung from my neck swaying in the air as his thrusts rocked my body forward and back. Sometimes our sessions were like this, quick and filled with need. Other times they were long, and each moment was savored. During the long sessions, my master would draw his cock slowly between my legs, each time on the verge of pushing himself over the edge. It was during these times he would unleash a torrent of his come that I would have to scrub off my legs for days. My master began to pant, which turned to moaning, and then to hard, out-of-breath grunting as he let his seed spill. It coated my legs, dripping down onto my feet. I wanted to come as well, which my master would let me do on occasion. If I were lucky, he would even reach around and stroke my cock until I released. But I sensed now was not the time for my own pleasure, so I stood straight again, still naked, still hard as stone, and drops of my own seed still leaking from my cock. Out of breath and naked, my master stood for a moment to collect himself. He then crossed the room to a cupboard and collected a white cloth. He dipped it into the rain-catch and began to wash his come off my legs. This was highly unusual, and the sensuality of it all almost made me spill my speed from my own aching cock. But as soon as he had started, he had finished. "You better get dressed and get going. You have a far journey ahead of you." Those would probably be the only fair well wishes I would get from my master. He could be a kind and affectionate man, but he did not like to show it. I nodded back to him and quickly got dressed, grabbed my traveling pack, and headed for the door. Stay tuned for Chapter 2 coming soon!