Date: Tue, 03 Apr 2007 20:38:13 +0200 From: John DkScorpio Subject: Unseen servants and illusions Unseen servants and illusions by DkScorpio@hotmail.com Jox looked down at the black marble table. The table had been drenched in dragons blood centuries ago enduing the rock with stable magic. He double checked the six sigil runes he had scribed with red Taol chalk around a red circle. In the circle lay his hope for the future, a scroll rolled up tight and sealed with a wax seal marked with the sun burst of the Krea mage school. Weeks of preparation was about to be about to be tested. How had it all started he thought. He came some 12 years ago at the age of six. And now he was ready to be apprenticed to an archmage. Only yesterday he passed the first of the finales. And in his hand he held the artefact he had created. Every young mage was to created one magical artefact, solve a magical problem and fight a wizards duel. The good thing was that the artefact you created was yours to keep, the school made it permanent once succeeded in its creation. He lifted the crystal globe with one hand and activated its secondary power with a thought. The globe hung in the air where he had placed it. He passed his hand over the 5 inch globe and it turned milky white, in his mind he formed the placed he wanted to be at. Within the globe a scene of an ancient forest appeared. Jox muttered a word of power the globe glowed as he activated another power. Suddenly he spoke in a language most students looking on didn?t even know existed. It sounded like grinding and growling. In the forest within the globe a huge monster of earth, rock and dead leaves formed almost humanoid in shape. It grumbled and growled back. Jox answered the strange being. He closed his eyes, the power symbols formed in his mind he wove his fingers in a complicated dance over the scroll, power flooded his body, his mind sent the words needed to his mouth. Ice and fire kissed his lips as he uttered the words. The flames of power exploded in his body like a pent op ecstasy finally released, as the last symbol burst from his body he saw the room he was in and the forest he was sending to super imposed on top of each other. A path of power formed between these two points in the universe. Jox released the power over the 6 sigils, gasping at it?s release. As the last of spells power left his body he felt it taking his conscience with it. The last thing he saw before fainting was motes of lights whirling around the scroll, the globe falling, being caught by his teacher. The students saw the scroll disappear as Jox slumped backwards with a smile on his lips. They all knew that it wasn?t just the casting and the success of it that put that smile on his lips, he had beaten them in the way he had sent his application. It would impress his hopeful future master. In the darkness of his mind Jox remembered how this scroll came into being. 3 weeks ago was the ritual of choosing. It was the second most important day of a new mage. The day would start with all upcoming apprentices taking their place in the casting yard. A place that would hold their spells longer then they ever could. The archmages looking for new apprentices would arrive via the paths of power. Upon walking to the yard a 3 year would give the archmage a scroll where upon was a description of what would be shown by whom and when that students would be available for questions. The 3rd year would be nervous, if the archmage didn?t like the way and quality of penmanship he would drop the scroll and the 3 rd year student had failed his penmanship exam. Jox had planed a show of his favourite subject, a sub class to the wonders of mind magic. Scrying, seeing far away things through mediums. He had borrowed 10 scrying spheres. It took quite a lot of concentration to hold 10 in the air but he was also showing 10 places the archmages wonder at. He had a lot of visitors because of 2 special scenes within the globes. The 1 was not for the weak hearted he said, and when they said they could handle it he showed them the back sphere, most archmages chuckled, some lifted eye brows (one even stormed off) for within the globe they could see the women?s bath house in far of Cefida some 1500 miles away. The globe most were impressed with was the one looking into the royal court at Cambio less then 5 miles away, all knowing he had somehow found a way to looked in without the wards reacting. The one person that almost broke his concentration was when mage Jalaxi turning up. Mage Jalaxi was tall, almost 6 feet and broad shouldered. He carried himself with self confidence that only a tried mage could. Mage Jalaxi was a travel mage, unlike the more popular battle mages that gained fame at an extremely fast rate (being the fact that they lived extremely short lives and the government needed lots of them, making sure they got famous fast). Travel mages search the realm looking for hidden secrets and lost powers, basically they were grave robbers in the eyes of everybody. Unless they actually found some ancient power and gained fame. Jox blinked as the man walked towards him and Jox concentrated harder on his spells for hear came one of the more famous travel mages. not Mage, it must now be Archmage Jalaxi for he carried the archmage strip on his left sleeve of his blood red robes. If Jox had one dream it would be to be apprenticed to this great man, to become a travel mage. Hours later Jox had walked towards the hall of magi for his questioning time. Each archmage there could be one interested in him, but could only ask one question. If you were lucky only a few would be there and you could be out in moments, no time to make any mistakes. Jox walked into the rum, it was filled with 15 archmages, Jox groaned. As he walked towards them an archmage in yellow robes rose even before Jox had made it to his seat. He felt someone probing his mind. His mind reacted like lightning as many years of hallway pranks and classroom jokers had forced him defend himself, solidifying his thoughts and focussed on the mage. He uttered three words and pushed the air in front of him. The mages double over making a ?uufff? sound as he felt a punch in the stomach. Jox uttered 4 words more and saw the archmage sitting hard on to the ground. The archmage on the ground said a word and rose ?different, fast and very effective, gentleman I was just punched in the stomach and spin confused by a novice for probing his mind!? They clapped and chuckled. Joxs cheeks blushing with shame. The next rose and asked his question, all in all it went well Jox thought. Even the new archmage Jalaxi had been there giving fire to Joxs hopes. After midday it was family time, Archmage Jalaxi came up to Jox ?well son ready for a day in town!? Jox smiled up to his dad, jumped up hugging him. ?Dad, so now your important or something ?? tugging the sleeve with the archmage strip. They laughed walking towards town and spent the day together. That night he came back to find a scroll on his bed like all other upcoming apprentices. In the hall of magi after the pupil left each interested party would write his name on a sheet with the now departed students name on it. Jox stood with his copy of this very scroll. 12 names came up, he scanned the list looking for one specific name and there it was 5 down ?Jalaxi?. Jox now sat outside the casting hall. It was the end of his last exam. In his hand he held his only magical artefact, his scrying sphere, if he passed this exam the school would name him Mage Jox Jalaxi. As they named the new mage they would bestow there present, each archmage that had accepted the new apprentices application would send a wax seal with their insignia, and only then would he know if his application to be apprenticed had been accepted. And for Jox it was important that he was accepted because he had only sent that one application. The head archmage of the school came and said ?Mage Jox Jalaxi enter? Jox rose and walked into the room as the word sank in, he was a mage now. His scrying teacher holding a gnarled staff of 6 foot. The old teacher looked up and passed a wax seal to Jox. His young eyes looked down at the green wax seal not seeing the tree and moon symbol, he was accepted and apprenticed to a famous archmage. As tradition dictated he broke the seal of the master he wanted. His teacher smiled up at Jox ?your sphere of scrying, Mage Jox Jalaxi!? Jox held it out numbly as 12 years of study came to an end and his teacher uttered words of power over the sphere. Then placed the sphere within the root system of what looked like a small thin tree turned upside down, the root sticky up in the air. The school had given an extra power to the globe of mountain crystal that was his scrying sphere. The staff was from his dad, and within the staff was the gift from the School. The staff could make a shield of power around the carrier of the staff. The gift from the archmage was the ability to far cast a spell through the sphere. Travelling 4500 miles was not so bad as the first time he had done it. When he first travelled to the school it had taken months by horse. This time he had travelled by way of teleportation, his master having paid for an archmage to cast the spell from the school to his tower. It was still disorienting to travel the way of power, but soon smiled as the tower he couldn?t remember filled his panorama and his new master stood at the door. Jox walked up to his father and master. Both men hugged, one a younger firmer version of the other. His dad felt solid and strong Jox thought. But then again a travel mage was not a scholar that sat his life away in the study of magic. Jox wanted to be like his dad, travelling the world looking for ancient powers and adventure. But for the next 3 years he was to be this mans apprentice, learning how to be a travel mage. The first day was spent learning where he was and where not to walk. The forest surrounding the tower was a veritable killing field of monsters and spells, part of the tower defences. The tower was 5 levels tall and a fortress complete with defences and attack options. The lowest level was a cellar filled with provisions, the ground floor was a dinning, washing and sitting room and kitchens. The first level was two rooms and a washing room complete with running water and a great big bronze tub. The next level was a library and his personal study and casting area. The final floor was the archmage private floor, complete with his own power table, cast circle and other things found in his travels. The second day he had almost had the chock of his life, when he had walked out into the washing room after getting up. He disrobed looked at himself in the silver mirror. Here stood a young man of 18, strong physically, deep green eyes framed by a strong square jaw. His blond hair cut short like his dad. He ran his hands across a matt of dark blond chest hairs down towards the 6 inch semi hard uncut cock. He smiled and stepped into the tub, said the word his dad had said he was to utter when he was ready to wash. He thought the tub would fill with water, which it did, it was the ghostly hands picking up soap and sponge and attacking him that brought an almost girly scream from him. Jox had to admit the ghostly hands hadn?t missed a single spot and trying to take the sponge back in an attempt to do the job himself had resulted in a fight for dominance which he lost. After getting dressed in new red robes of the Jalaxi family he meet his father in the kitchen and told him about the bathroom fight. His dad smiled up at Jox creating crows feet around the eyes and said that would be a good place to start his education. Jox was to find out what those Ghostly hands were, how they were controlled, be able to cast the spell that made them. He was then find out how many were in the tower and how to activate them. It took almost a week before Jox found texts on what he was looking for. They were called unseen servants. The simples form was an extension of the mages will. The next level up was servant with a free will to do a simple task. The next level up again was a servant with near sentient intelligence which could perform a single task but be ready to improvise as the situation needed like bathing a person. And then you could make them permanent by casting permanence spells on a crystal with the servant bound to it. He learned how to find out which level they would be with a simple spell and what the activating word was and what function it had. In an obscure book he found out that a drop of blood on the permanence crystal would give the blood donor of the blood the ability to feel what the servant was doing from afar for a short while. The next week Jox spent finding and cataloguing the servants in the house and there was a lot to catalogue. He found servants to do all kinds of jobs, some where automatic other by activation. In his dads room he found 5 crystals. But only one was strange, it was a near sentient servant but Jox couldn?t figure out what it did, since the others were there for cleaning, airing, fire building and food trey transport. That was the last room to be catalogued but he couldn?t give his dad the report until he found out what that last servant did, and so he pricked his finger and let a drop of blood fall unto the unknown servant crystal hoping the link would help. He uttered the activating room and felt a tingling in his body. Suddenly he felt he was in 2 places. He was in his body near the crystals and at the same time he was in the middle of the room. The problem was that the servant just stood there. Jox moved around the room but the servant didn?t move, he tried telling to do its job and other phases, but still it didn?t move. Jox gave op and uttered the deactivating word. He would have to find a better identifying spell. But he did impress his dad that night when they both were sitting in the library and his father asked for a book from his reading table and Jox had closed his eyes, cast a 1 level unseen servant and gotten the book for him. His dad had talked like master to apprentice until deep into the night for the first time, learning what Jox could and the finer points of detection and control of extension spells. When the moon had passed its zenith they went to their rooms. Jox disrobed, took his scrying sphere with him to bed, his naked body relaxing as he lay down. He would take a look around the tower until he fell asleep. The orb floated at eye level his mage eye flying through the forest showing him paths and night animals doing what they do at night. Suddenly he felt his body tingling like when he had cast and controlled the servant in his fathers room. The sphere suddenly changed scene as Joxs senses was invaded by the power of the blood link. Like earlier that day he felt like he was the servant in his dads room and at the same time lying on the bed in his room. Both feelings was confusing his mind. At first his eyes had looked down his hard abs, checking he was there and then he lifted his eyes looking at the sphere. His vision focussing on the scene within the mountain crystal. He was in his fathers room. His dad was walking around the room putting his belt pouch on the table, emptying his pockets. Jox was fascinated as he looked on his dads night time ceremony. Suddenly he saw his dad disrobing. From the robe came a strong dark blond hairy naked body. Jox blushed, he tried severing the link but since he wasn?t the one who had activated the servant he had no control of it. Jox was stuck looking at his naked dad. Joxs eyes moved along his dads body. A couple of old scares crossed the well muscled back, sword marks Jox thought. Jox also notice a skin patch on the upper right arm, old burned skin from some great fire spell battle his dad had been in. A shiver passed through his body looking at the dark blond hairs on his dads arms, strong thick muscles. Then his dad turned walking over to the table again. Joxs vision went straight for his dads cock. 6 inches of flaccid uncut cock, it swung as his father walked through the room. Joxs fascinated by his dads strong thick muscled legs from all that travel. Jox was very surprised that his dad held himself so well under those robes of his. His dad turned after picking something op from the table. Jox saw his father hair globes of butt as he lay down on the bed. That was when the sentient moved. It floated towards the bed. He felt his hand picking op a small ceramic flask and pouring oil on his dads well muscled back. The sensation was so strange, he felt the flask and yet his eyes could see his flesh hands wasn?t touching anything. The servant began massaging his dads back. Jox could feel the muscles under his fingers, the strength beneath him was pure, solid, warm and not the aura of power. The hands moved from neck to lower back. Jox entire body flushing with forbidden wishes. He felt his cock rising as it filled with blood. 8 inches of flesh rising from him pulsating with the beat of his heart. As the servant hands moved down further his cock harden even more. Feeling the short curly hairs of this well muscle man sending thrills through Jox. As the servant moved down Jox got the view of looking up the entire frame of his dads body. Thick thighs tapering in to a smaller waist, only to see the great big V-shape mound of muscle creating a landscape of light brown valleys, roads and hidden secrets. One of the great secrets was hidden under the cleft made from his dads buttocks. All Jox could see was 2 eggs hidden in a soft brown flesh bag. Then his father turned over and Jox looked up 6 foot pure male. Hairy thighs going up to strong waistline, flat stomach and 2 broad masses of chest muscles. Dark blond short curly hairs moving up from legs to waist. From neck down to crotch the thick matt of curly hairs looking like an invitation to lay your head down on it. Then Joxs eyes focussed on that island of dark blond curly hairs at the top of his dads legs. There stood a tower of hard, pulsating veiny pink flesh capped with a big strawberry shaped head exposed as the foreskin moved back. Two eggs shaped balls held in a flesh bag hung from the tower base. Joxs tried to sever the blood link to the servant, but once again it proved that it couldn?t be dispelled. Joxs mind filled with thoughts never felt before and suddenly he could feel his father cock in his hands. No not his hands, in the hands of the servant sending the feeling of hard hot veiny flesh back to Jox. The servant hands then moved from base to top of that shaft of pulsating male sin. And the trip op 9,5 inches sending Joxs mind into a realm of forbidden thoughts and feelings. Jox grabbed his own 8 inch swollen cock working it in time to the servant in the other room, the sensation of feeling his dads cock and his own at the same time made Jox groan deeply, the sound coming from the pits of carnal knowledge. Involuntary his brain activated the secondary power in the sphere, his room filled with the sound of his father heavy breathing and the slight slurping sound oil makes when worked on a hard shaft by hands. Jox had to stifle his own moans for the sphere not only received the sound but also sent it back. He father was panting hard and moaning harder, Jox felt the servant pumping the full length with a gusto. Sounds of hands sliding down 9,5 inches, moaning, groaning was very fast getting to Jox. The building of pressure and ecstasy within his young muscle body. Suddenly his dad gasped thrusting up, Jox felt the rod thicken and a huge glob of white fluid fire flew into the air. The slickness of his father cum on the servants hands forced Jox over the edge. Unlike casting magic, this sensation exploded out of Jox with an almost desperate need. The first shot hitting the crystal sphere, the second his face. The third his chest, forth glob hitting his stomach. As Jox last shot slid down his rod he gained enough control to deactivate the sphere, it fell out of the air, landing on his stomach with a low splat. It slid down his stomach, passing his cum cover cock, down his balls sending shivers up his body before hitting the covers under him. Then the tingling stopped and Jox knew the servant was dormant again. For the next week Jox fed the crystal a drop of blood in the evening without his father knowing about it, each night his body and mind was satisfied with pleasure. And that same week his father had given Jox a book on extension spells saying it would further his studies on mind magic. As he neared the end of the week as Jox learnt that you could through simple spells force your will into a near sentient servant taking full control over it. By the end of the week Jox had prepared the spells and cast them as he placed his blood on the crystal of his dads pleasure servant. And waiting that night for his father to get to bed. Through scrying sphere and link he massaged his father enjoying the feel of his hard muscled body. Then his father turned over and Jox massage up his hairy legs and his chests muscles for some time, enjoying the feel of strong muscles and hairs under his fingers before going down to pleasure his fathers very hard fleshy pulsating rod, caressed his balls, stroking his rod with different rhythms. His father a moan harder that night, writhing under the ministration of Joxs hands. The night ended when his dad groaned hard thrusting upwards and blew a heavy load. Five shots of white heaven flew straight up into the air, Jox making sure his ?servant face? was over the big strawberry shape cockhead. The sensation of splattering cum on his face made Jox blow his own load. Jox ended that evening by smearing the slick liquid over hairy chest and 6 pack abs. The very next day Jox asked his father if he had books on glamour?s and illusions. And also confusion spells explaining that he would like to be an expert on mind magic. At night he would enjoy the feel of a mans cock through the servant, and by day he prepared to enter a world of sin and lust. For a month he studied all he could find on illusions and confusion spells, asked his dad on the finer points of control and casting. Soon after he tried his first experiment. The gift his father had given him at his graduation was the ability to far cast through the scrying sphere. And that night he let the servant do its work but still had the link to it via blood. His dad was turning around and Jox whispered the power words to his experimental confusion spell. The power flowed out to the sphere, then out from the viewpoint of the mage eye and around his father naked body. The spell melted into his dad, its effect would cloud his senses making a dreamy kind of world like a drunken state. And as the servant worked his cock he moaned and groaned uttering husky words ?oh baby, baby, suck it, ooohhh go on suck it? but the servant just jerk him. That?s when Jox knew he had to work harder with his plan. Weeks later Jox was ready to start his plan. He had placed trigger spells on the servants hands. The moment those hands touched his fathers skin a confusion spell of drunkenness and lust would flow to his dad body. Jox would be hiding in a dark corner shrouded in illusions of shadow. When his dad was under the spell Jox would cast another spell giving his father the illusion a beautiful dream woman was in the room, and Jox would get to feel his dad with his own hands. His father came in walked over to the chair in the room disrobed. He walked about naked his cock semi hard swinging back and forth half exposing his great big cockhead. He washed under his hairy arms, crotch and ass. Washing his cock had made it grow hard. Jox saw how straight it was pointing out and a little up. It was so hard not just exposing himself, reaching for his dads cock. Then his dad crawled into bed uttering the activating word for the servant. The moment its hands touched his skin Jox saw him relax and moaning. Jox waited a little while as the spell built up till his dad would turn around, he stood up from behind the other chair. Whispering words of power. The room filled with dreamy light and fog. His body now looked like a beautiful elven maid. His father turned over looking around and seeing the woman. Jox gasped looking at his dads round butt, thick hairy legs, half showing his cock under him. His dad turned over as Jox neared him. He lay back as elegant women hands reached out and began playing with 9,5 inches of fatherly sin. He moaned and groaned. Jox suddenly felt sensations invading his body. It would seem like the spell affecting his dad passed on to Jox as he touched flesh to flesh. But the combination of spells had twisted it somehow that he didn?t understand, because what his father was feeling his was feeling to. Jox could see he was pumping his dads cock, feeling the veiny fleshly daddy shaft under his fingers, but he could also feel hands pumping his cock. Both men moaned. Jox felt every inch of cock and caressed his dads balls, because as time went by he not only felt what his dad felt but also felt what his dad wanted and begged for. 2 minds seamed to meld and Jox was the servant working the magic. After minutes of blissful stroking he just knew what his dad really begged for, his mouth begged to do it. Jox lowered his face, the smell of cock became stronger possessing him, he needed to taste his dad. His tongue touched the top of his fathers cock, a slick salt sweetness flooded his senses. Joxs lips slid over cockhead tasting more of his dad, both groaned. His dad thrust a little up and Jox lowered more. His wet mouth slid further down and for the first time in a very long time his father felt wet hot saliva over the entire length of his hard pulsating manrod. He lifted his hips a little and began face fucking the beauty. Joxs ears heard his dads husky voice filling the air ?ooh, baby? and ?that?s it suck the head? and lick those balls? ?uuhh ye that?s what I like? Jox sucked for dear life. Sucking his dads 9,5 inches was a dream in itself, but feeling a hot wet eager mouth on his cock for the first time was every young mans paradise. He sucked his dad just like he begged it and his dad fucked his face just like Jox wanted it. His own cock was is a world of wet ecstasy and the sensation was building in his nuts. The feeling of building seamed to trigger his dads sensation of eminent orgasm. Jox could feel how it was all rising to new heights. The pressure feeling from his dads told Jox he was about to cum and Jox was having a very hard time holding back. The archmage grabbed the beautiful head and fucked harder groaning ?take it, ye that?s it suck it harder, I?m gonna cum now, take it, take it tttaaakkkkkkeeee iiiitttttttt, uuurrgghhhhhh aahhhhhhh?. Suddenly his dads world exploded in Joxs mind, sensations of ecstasy flooded his world. His mouth felt the cock thicken, then suddenly his taste buds exploded with sweet saltiness. The slick fire filling his mouth. Jox swallowed as the first shot of his own cum came bursting out of his cock hitting the floor with a loud splat. Every shot his father sent down Joxs throat, Jox splattered on the floor. His mind was nothing more then 2 bodies invading one mind. Jox finished his dad off by licked his balls and as his rod clean until it became semi hard and he fell asleep. Jox lay on his bed an hour later still feeling his dads cock in his mouth and the taste of man cum. The next morning his dad came up to the library where Jox sat at his table reading up on illusions. His father came over and looked down at Jox ?advanced illusions and mind magic, that?s an effective cocktail your learning.? He said in a deep baritone voice ? But you?ll now also have to learn the most important lesson any travel mage could learn? He placed a package on the table. A big square one some 6 inches by 6 inches. ?Open it.? Jox opened it and looked down at a slab of white marble with red veins in it 6x6x1 thick marble. ?know what it is? ?yes master, it?s a dragon blood tablet, used to heighten a spell cast on it? ?very good son, it?s a travellers tablet, and yours. I had it when first I became a mage? Then his dad took 2 rings off his right hand. One was made of gold and the other silver with a sapphire in it. ?if you can figure out what they do, you may keep them, I don?t need them anymore.? He placed the ring on the marble slab, uttered a complex series of words over the ring as he placed a gold ring with a ruby next to them. A complex rune formed over the gold ring with the ruby, before sinking into the metal. ?Now I have the same powers as those 2 rings in this one. He picked the new ring up and placed it on his middle finger of his right hand. ?This training is very important for a travel mage, for this is what we do. We find new things.? He ruffled Joxs hair ?And when you know what they do it will give you a clue to the most important lesson ever? Jox placed the rings on his new artefact. His hands wove over the rings, he whispered word of power and 2 big sigils of light form above each ring. Over the gold ring was a very complex Blue sigil. Blue for protection he thought. Over the silver ring a red complex sigil formed. Red for attack. Jox spent over a week with spells and books, study to figure out the sigils. He would never put them on, you never knew what could happen. Splitting them up into more basic forms and learning each form. He was in paradise he thought, what with the study of his rings and of course the night castings. But at the end of the week Jox had worked so hard he had only manage to suck his dad once more. But then he was suddenly successful in a powerful identifying spell and found out what the two rings did. The silver ring was powerful, it protected the wearer from mind spells like confusions, but not only that it let you re-attack the caster with his own spell when you wanted to. The Gold ring let you see through illusions while keeping the caster in the dark about it. Joxs heart went cold and he thought for a while, suddenly he remember that the bathhouse servants had been a little different for sometime now. As he moved down from the library he felt compelled to check on the servant crystals in his room. They were clean. 2 crystals in the bathroom had a drop of blood on them and not his. The bathing servants. Jox moved down to the living room and looked down at his father sitting next to the fire in a lounge chair. His dad was reading and Jox noticed that two fingers on his right hand with thick white bands of skin untouched by sun. His dad looked up and said ?you should always remember to clean spell crystals of blood. And scrying in an archmages tower is like ringing thousands of bells? Jox was about to defend himself when his dad looked down at his own crotch and Jox saw a mountain of cloth hiding a tower of sinful flesh waiting for a sons love. This all happened some 15 years ago, and now his father was dead. He died in a blaze of glorious magic against a great foe of the land some years back. The lost years of his fathers love while at school had been paid back many folds in the time they had together. Jox looked up from the book he was studying , teleportation spells and their control. He had only some 12 years to become an archmage. Tomorrow he would return to his old school to deliver the little package at his feet, the first part of a family tradition. Unlike his first trip he would travel the paths of magic to the school and looking down at his son playing on the floor. Starting a new cycle of the Jalaxi mage legacy.