A convocation of wizards (closed for Gabe619)

[siobhancan99]

At the center of the continent is the great lake, which borders each of the six great nations. From the great lake flows the River Garan, placid at its source, shallow and slow, just deep enough to navigate. Astride this glorified stream sits a town. Unwalled, unlike the great towns that dot the great nations. It is a welcoming town, with cobblestone streets and picturesque stone buildings. Great elms line broad avenues, and Willows line the Garan. The gardens of the town are well manicured, and its parks perhaps a touch more wild than those one would expect in civilization. There are a great deal too many young men and women in the town. Too many pubs, too many wineries. Too few families and almost no children. No flag of any nation or sigil of any nobleman adorns the square, for it is a town that by design belongs to no one and everyone.

From the air, the streets can be seen to be laid out in the center of town in the great seal of Ba'alshamenth the binder, first of the great wizards of antiquity. This is, of course, an affectation rather than serving any real purpose. It is more to serve as a reminder that while there are many places to learn the secret mystic arts, this is the premier. The College of Amaratha has long taught the greatest talents or wealthiest practitioners of the arts. All the traditions have a space within the town, whether it be a circle of oaks where Druids make their sacrifices to tend to the earth, or the great library of the hermetic wizards whose muttered incantations summon forth great, but predictable powers. The Great Cathedral that overlooks the town houses the finest theurges of the age (or so the deans of the college will tell you). Downriver (and thus downwind) the alchemists perform their pungent experiments. In the forbidden keep sitting in the shadow of the Cathedral, the church-sanctioned demonologists test their mettle against the denizens of hell and necromancers work their profane but sometimes necessary arts.

In the center of it all, sits a great tower. The Tower of Stars belongs to the Sorcerers. Those who work the art through the sheer force of their will and the powers they steal from the universe. It is in this tower, that our story begins.

 

[Gabe619]

He stood at the stone balcony rail of his room and gazed out at the city below. His hands rested upon the cool grey surface enjoying the smoothness, the cold to the touch stone despite the sun having been up a few hours now. His head turned to face a sudden breeze that blew up from the river and he smiled as he closed his eyes to enjoy the light fluttering touch. A shout from below jarred him from his daydream and he glanced down in annoyance to see two teenage boys running through the town and through the main double doors of the tower. He sighed in resignation. Maybe he was to old now to remember how he had been as a boy newly admitted to the tower .... no, he decided, no he remembered all to well. He had recognised the lads and would have words with them later. Even if newly anointed into the Sorcerers Circle a student should know better than to act like some farm lout in at a village faire.

At 78 years of age Kellan Varis looked more in his middle 40's. For some the magic they used tired out their bodies before their time, for others, such as he, it seemed to prolong their lives. He wondered at times who was the more fortunate. Still, he had his duty to do and so he should be thankful for a strong body and mind as both were needed to perform the sorcery the Tower was so famous for. Some considered the talent and tradition of sorcery a little to close to the dark arts and it was true that some sorcerers succumbed to the siren call of power the dark side most certainly had. These were hunted down and despatched before their taint on the land could be more than an annoyance.

Turning, Kellan walked back into his study and sat at the desk made from dark, rich oakum wood. It was very expensive and had been a gift a long time ago from a King who had hired him for some minor work. He actually couldn't recall what it had been, but the desk always brought the man's face to mind. Cheerful, happy, generous. Kellan shook his head remembering when he had been told the King had been assassinated. Unfortunately such deeds were part and parcel of the game of politics in his world, even among those who practiced magic.

Smoothing down his black robe, he shifted in his chair as he pulled a handful of scrolls toward him. Marking his students efforts could be frustrating and gladdening in equal measure. Some seemed incapable of understanding the most basic spells while others surprised and pleased him by their natural, innate talents. Running a hand over his close cropped black hair, the silver highlights more now than he would like, his fingers rubbed at his patrician chin as his sharp grey eyes scanned the first scroll.

 

[siobhancan99]

A gentle zephyr disturbed the papers on his desk. Just enough to lift a corner, not enough to truly move the paper about the surface of the polished wood. At the same time he could hear steps in the hall outside his office, booted feet on the granite floor. The door opened without a knock, usually a breach of etiquette at the very least, and sometimes a dangerous proposition. Looking up, Kellan would see the ageless face of the elf Haakon. Haakon was a good friend, and the head of security for the college. The position required both a great deal of skill and an uncanny patience and discretion. The scions of some of the most powerful houses of six nations came to the college. For their own safety, they often had their own security. Armed security. Being at the school cooled the rivalries and intrigues of the students a bit, but the problems of home often spilled into brawls at the school. Security there needed to be puissant enough to handle the well armed men accompanying the boys at the school but also even-keeled enough to deal with problems before they reached the point of violence.

"Don't give me that look Kellan. I could hear you were grading papers." The elf chuckled. The fact that Kellan had heard him meant he had either meant to announce his presence by walking loudly, or someone was with him. A few moments later, Kellan would see two young men. One tall, broad-shouldered and olive-skinned. He was dressed expensively, in calfskin pants that seemed tailored to the millimeter, a white silk shirt and a silk vest. Dark, nearly black, curly hair hung around a face that was almost as pretty as any woman's, yet with an assertive masculinity. His companion bore something of a family resemblance. Smaller and slighter, also clearly hanging back in the shadow of the bigger man. He was dressed well, but simply, in a black robe and carrying a staff carved with a few simple runes. Something about his posture suggested he spent a lifetime standing behind the taller one.

"These two received a private education, and are here to hone their skills." The elf gestured. The situation was uncommon but not unheard of. If they'd been accepted after the normal apprenticeship they'd been tested and found at least competent. Competent or exceptionally wealthy. Hopefully the first.

"Marco Abruzzi" The taller man said, with all the confidence that wealth and good looks brought. The name was familiar but out of reach for a moment. Then he had it. The young man's father was Duke Abruzzi of the City of Artana. He'd seized power with a mercenary army during a vicious general labor strike, and after pacifying the city was given the duchy by a grateful king who was glad to be rid of its parliament. "and my cousin, Giovanni."

"Chancellor Ericsen would consider it a great personal favor if you would be part of these young men's continuing education." Haakon smirked as he spoke. No doubt the chancellor had told him to make the demand in front of the boys so there'd be no graceful way out for Kellan. Haakon was his friend, but he had a sometimes unhealthy love of schadenfreude.

 

[Gabe619]

Varis sat back, a seeming picture of pure relaxation and nonchalance. Considering the young men's family pedigree it could be deemed an insult, and Kellan had intended it to be so to see their reactions. He didn't stand, he didn't bow, he didn't even offer his hand. Instead his eyes travelled up and down each of the men before him as if he was purchasing a race horse and inspecting its physique. Then his gaze turned to Haakon with a raised eyebrow.

"Is this the best they are sending us these days, Haakon." He asked with an almost sneer to his tone. "Ah, well, we will just have to make do I suppose. I private education you say, well, we'll soon break them of that nonsense." His gaze turned to the younger, more submissive lad, his eyes narrowing a little as his senses reached out to him. Yes, yes some potential there, definitely, but he would have to be broken of his ingrained habit of allowing his cousin to speak for him. Magic was as much about attitude as it was raw power. You had to control the magic and not let it control you. Those who failed tended to end up on the sharp point of a sword held by the realms Paladins who hunted down rogue mages.

The older lad, Marco, was a beauty to be sure and Kellan wondered if any older man had made use of the boy yet. It wasn't unheard of, far from it, but the mans obvious bravado and assertiveness made Varis reconsider. Perhaps he was the one who used people rather than the other way around. Never the less he was a handsome boy, as was Giovanni if he only stepped out from the long shadow Marco cast.

"I know of your family, it's wealth and power. Know now then that it means nothing in this tower. You will treated just the same as some farm boy who completes the trials to gain entrance. There is no special treatment for anyone. Good behaviour and good grades will win you some benefits." He now leaned forward, clasping his hands before him on the desk, his eyes boring into the two young men. "Misbehaviour and constant low grades can lead to expulsion without the chance of appeal. In this school myself and the Chancellor are the only ones with control, with power." His eyes flicked to Mario with a small smile. "I advise you not to test it. You will obey any command given to you by your teachers or by Haakon and his people. Your own guards are subservient to those rules as much as you if you brought any with you. I will have no friction or trouble making simply because someone's father, uncle, aunt or mother doesn't like someone else's in the outside world. If you decide to stay there IS no outside world until I tell you there is."

He now sat up straighter, his attitude changing again to one of a more genial nature, he even offered a smile.

"Now, do either of you have any questions at this time?"

 

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Marco's face turned sour, and his hand dropped easily to his belt, grasping for a blade that wasn't there. His eyes stared daggers into Varis and his lush lips curled into a sneer "We are not children sir nor are we bumpkins that fell off a turnip cart and woke from their coma with a knack." Clearly he was bristling at being talked to like an apprentice, instead of the journeyman he fancied himself to be. "We are men, and we are patrons."

While it was true that occasionally the school did take in the destitute, it was only the destitute with great latent ability. Nearly all of the students at the school were at least from families of means. Professionals and landowners. Marco was, to be sure, of the aristocracy but that didn't make him rare. Merely uncommon.

Giovanni stepped forward, placing his hand on Marco's arm as he interposed himself between the arrogant youth and the master mage. "And by that, Master Varis, my cousin merely means that we are both sure that you will find our skills quite adequate upon examination, and after that examination we are confident that the educational process will be the collaborative experience that we came to the college for."

Marco visibly relaxed, and resumed his easy smile. He was a beautiful young man and if he had that inclination, there was surely a string of bastards with dark curly hair floating around his father's city. "Indeed. Master" the acknowledgment of Varis' status was probably not easy for the prideful young man, but his face was schooled to a benevolent placidity and his voice practically dripped sincerity.

Giovanni nodded "Please let us know when you are ready to conduct a more rigorous examination of our skills." He bowed, showing the proper deference, and Marco did as well a beat later. "We have no questions, Signore, that would fit a man of your stature. Our servants are no doubt procuring the information we need from those that keep the grounds."

The larger boy stepped back in front of Giovanni "May we have your permission to take our leave?"

 

[Gabe619]

Kellan kept his inner smile from his face. He was as schooled in diplomacy as Marco, more so as he had been at it for decades longer. His plan had produced unexpected fruit already. It seemed that although Marco was most definitely in charge it was Giovanni who was the more eloquent and no doubt experienced at fixing any disasters Marco left in his wake. Giovanni was the one Kellan was more intrigued by right now. Marco could be all bluff and bluster hiding behind his looks and his families wealth and status, none of which would help him here, or he could be the real deal. Their initiations into the Tower would show which. Varis relaxed back in his high backed chair, his grey eyes sparking.

"You may leave me now. But a word of warning my young students, do not think of the initiation trials as a minor thing ... some have died during them. Consider your place in the world, you still have time to step away. Once you begin the trials you cannot stop until you succeed or you perish." His voice was sombre and carried well in the grey stone walled study. His threat was more to ready them than to really scare them. It had been a long time since an initiate had died and even then it had been his own fault. Varis could teach much in this Tower, but there seemed no cure or knowledge that could off set stupidity. "If you decide to stay I will come and find you at the required time."

He waved a hand to show the meeting was over, but nodded to Haakon to let the elf know he wanted him to stay. Once the two youngsters had left Varis allowed a deep sigh and he rubbed his forehead.

"So, what do you think my friend? The younger seemed to have his head screwed on right, but Marco ... I am not so sure. What was your read of them? Will we have any trouble from their servants or guards?" In all the years the two men had known each other Varis had come to trust the elf's judgement. He had a keen eye for a persons real spirit and aptitude and many was the time Kellan had leaned on his word as much as his own.

 

[siobhancan99]

"Marco is trouble. He's the kind of man that can explode on you, then a few minutes later is pouring a drink down your throat and convincing you that the fight was all your fault in the first place. He's prideful and he will be disruptive... but he's lived to 21 with his power and so there has to be at least some measure of self-preservation in there. Though that measure might come from the other boy. Honestly, I thought Giovanni might be mute until he had to step in to defuse the situation. It seems he has some practice at it as well." Haakon moved over to the balcony door, looking over the railing and down towards the willow-shrouded river. "The guards aren't your worry. Good stout men. Mercenaries who served in the company his father used to seize his place in the world. So loyal to the family but also you know. Veterans. Pragmatists. Likely to keep him out of too much trouble. No the real worry would be if the boy died in an accident or training. The dangerous ones in that family are Duke Abruzzi, or his daughter and heir, Ludovica. Marco is the much beloved young son, and the heir's doted upon baby brother. She sacked the town of Forenze last year in a border dispute. She's more hotheaded than young Marco, but also has a keen head for the battlefield. The Duke can make all the trouble that rich old men can make... particularly given his ties to the church bank. His son-in-law is a Trattori." Haakon had a near encyclopedic knowledge of the families of the six kingdoms. "And so he's related to the director of the Unified Church Bank. I guess what I'm saying is... no. you're not allowed to blow the boy up."

The elf turned and chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Just focus on the one you can teach something to. If you find Marco's got a head for sorcery too, so much the better. I would guess, though, that he puts in two years here and declares himself ready to do what younger sons do." In the south, that meant joining a mercenary band, or crossing the boiling sea to the jungle-laden continent beyond to search out the ruins of the lost race of lizard men whose cities could be seen from time to time through the thick canopy of vegetation.

The tall elf moved over and fingered a piece on the chessboard at the edge of the desk "So are you up for a game? Or shall we go into town and see that execrable bard Fyodor you love so much? He's playing the Hogshead and they have a passable mutton sandwich."

 

[Gabe619]

Chuckling at how easily Haakon could relax him, Varis stood and smiled. "Let us see what Fyodor has for us today. I'll leave the problem of our two young noblemen to you and your guards." He winked, he knew he wouldn't. His place in the Tower meant that although direct intervention would be a problem for Haakon, as Vice-Chancellor it was up to him to at least try to placate the boys families if the worse happened.

As the two men left his study he thanked the Gods that due to its power and influence as the only center of magic in the world, well, the only one worth its salt, the Tower and the town of Amaratha with its other schools could, for the most part, ignore threats from the surrounding kingdoms and cities. Those same countries and cities needed Amaratha to badly to alienate it completely and they knew that if they attack the town not only would they be facing the most experienced magic users on the continent, but also the armies of the other factions because none of them could allow any of the others control or Amaratha and its power.

"I wonder, did you mention the Hogshead because of Fyodor and you knew I couldn't resist, or was it more for your infatuation with that young serving wench you've had your eye on for a while?" He glanced at the elf beside him and laughed. "You aren't the only one with keen eyes, my friend. I must say, you have excellent taste in women though."

As they walked on, slowly descending the huge stone spiral staircase in the centre of the Tower, they passed students in their different coloured robes. Red for Initiates, Blue for Apprentices, White for Adept and finally the black robe of the fully trained and fully graduated sorcerer who would either become a tutor themselves here in the Tower, or become a agent of the Tower in the cities and kingdoms around them. They bowed in respect when they saw the two men, as did any of Haakon's guards they past. Finally they stepped into the warm air outside and Varis breathed deep and smiled.

"Yes, much better. Now, lead on my good man. Song, beer, mutton and serving wenches await."

 

[siobhancan99]

Haakon snorted "all you humans look alike. I've no idea what you're talking about."

The waitress Varis mentioned was there, and Haakon who had a taste for them round, ogled a bit. When confronted about his taste in human women he said simply "If I was looking for willowy, I'd just look to my own. The point of stepping out is to get something you can't get at home." Karla did not dissapoint in that regard, short where elves were tall and curvy where they were slender she was quite the opposite of what the stereotypical elf maiden was. She was also bright and brassy and took no sass from the customers.

Fyodor was a better bard than Haakon gave him credit for. Not for the quality of his voice or his playing, but for his ability to lure the audience into participating, and the riotous atmosphere he inspired. In no small part it was because his slightly less than golden voice came with golden hair, eyes the color of the summer sky and a lean muscled body that rivaled Haakon's.

The Inn was full of students, having shed their colored robes for the clothes of the street they were more egalitarian in their off time... of sorts. Cliques still formed. They tended towards men of their country or their country's allies. They tended even more to divide by class, aristocrats with aristocrats. The wealthy with the wealthy.

The ale was flowing, and Fyodor was in rare form tonight. A few other faculty members were there, if a bit more reserved than the students. A few recent black robes as well huddled in the corner. A comely couple, Sorinel and his lover Taliessa, a half elf. When they saw the professor, they made their way over.

 

[Gabe619]

As newly graduated into the ranks of the Sorcerers, Sorinel and Taliessa were energised with their success still, even though their trials had been a few months back. The two made a perfect pair, both beautiful, both powerful and both seemingly happy in their own company which made their approach to Kellan and Haakon unusual, though not unwelcome. Kellan admitted his failings when it came to beauty. So little of it remained in the land as man, elf and others took control. That being the case Varis took pleasure from it where ever he found it, even in his students. He smiled as Taliessa slipped onto the bench beside him and Sorinal took a chair opposite. Both nodded respectfully to the two men already seated.

"Master Varis, Captain Haakon, it's nice to see you both here. You both always seemed so serious when in the Tower." Taliessa stated, her voice like water trickling through a stream bed, soft, golden and cool. Her eyes bright blue, her features flawless, her long blond hair flowing down her back and seemingly brighter against the black of her robe.

"Even those who teach, and protect, must have some fun." Varis replied meeting her smile with his own as his gaze went to her boyfriend across the table.

Although a human, Sorinel, in his own way, was equally as beautiful as Taliessa. He didn't have the prettiness of Marco, but his features were still smooth and attractive and Kellan knew through watching the man at physical training that his body was lean and almost hairless beneath his own black robe. Unbidden Kellan's cock twitched and he felt the blood racing to fill it as his mind remembered both of these newly minted sorcerers bodies. How many times had he imagined them together making love, fucking.

 

[siobhancan99]

The pair chatted amiably for a bit, little nothings, pleasantries about the day, the quality of the music, the mutton sandwich.

Haakon inquired as to where they were going now that they had passed their tests. Sorinel's face momentarily darkened "I'm off back to Wesel, to the court of Count Grantham." It wasn't a terribly prestigious placement, but newly minted practitioners were very rarely given them unless they were politically connected themselves... which Sorinel was not. Besides Grantham's lands were close to his family.

"And I am off north, as part of the delegation making inroads with the Tundra ... nomads." Varis could practically hear her stop from calling them barbarians. They used no arcane magic, trusting only in the divine. Recently, as the other nations began pushing into their territory, a few chieftains had rethought this position. "Sorinel and I were not placed together because we are not married" she explained. Haakon nodded and looked over at Varis for a moment. Varis himself recognized the conversational tactic as one Taliessa employed frequently and no doubt learned from her elven parent. When one lived practically forever, nothing was a rush. She would plant a conversational seed perhaps weeks even before asking for a favor. Varis didn't do the assigning but he did have a certain amount of clout with those who did. No doubt before they left she would make a more overt gesture toward asking for his help.

Sorinel interjected "And of course, we cannot marry because under the laws in Wesel where we are from, she would cease to be her own woman and would become my chattel. While in some ways that would be in name only, her dead parents' estate would revert to me and if anything happened to me would be left to my brothers, and not her, unless we had a son. It is ... unfair and unpalatable." His lean form, even through the voluminous robe, spoke of the tension in him. It might be years of separation, depending on how their assignments went. They had to make a name for themselves in the world before they could reasonably obtain their own commissions without the help of the school. Varis knew that many relationships did not survive that period of waiting. Particularly not in the young and attractive.

His aid, if he chose to extend a hand, would make all the difference in the world.

 

[Gabe619]

"It is not fair, that is true. You could of course marry in Taliessa land I suppose, I don't know their marriage vows or politics to be fair though." Varis shrugged feeling the warmth of the young elf maiden close to his side. "However time apart may make your hearts grow fonder and allow you both to make your names as as many before you have. It will give you a chance to show your aptitude for this work."

He picked up his mug of beer and sipped at it letting his words sink in letting them both consider that perhaps he wouldn't or couldn't help them. Then he shrugged again.

"Of course true love is so rare that perhaps it shouldn't be hindered so harshly. I could ... suggest other postings for you both. I would need to think on it." His eyes flickered to Haakon as he hid his smile in the mug of beer.

Taliessa wasn't the only one who could plant a seed on a conversation. Now he had let them know that his aid could be there for the taking. The question was what would they consider paying for it and would they ask outright, or wait for his final decision in good time. His hand under the table slid to Taliessa's robe covered thigh. he could feel the warmth of her skin, the tautness of her toned leg beneath the thing black material, he kept his eyes off of her as he gently squeezed her thigh leaving his hand there.

 

[siobhancan99]

Haakon muttered "there's a choice of law issue." Sometimes the breadth of the man's knowledge was astounding, but it also led him to be cryptic as he tended to assume that everyone had the same level of knowledge as he did. Infuriating at times, though the statement was easy enough to parse out in context.

When Tali felt the hand on her thigh she tensed, going from toned to taut in an instant. He could see the look of shock at first, then recognition. She was always the smarter of the pair, between her and Sorinel. She was also a deeply pragmatic woman. Part of it was, no doubt, having to navigate complex situations being biracial and bicultural. Belonging to many worlds and none at all. Part of it was a tie to her magic. She was an earth wizard. She was in part assigned to the north to show them how magic could build fortifications in less time and with less labor. The nomads needed to see practical, real, and lasting effects of magic that had nothing to do with what they felt was spiritual corruption. I.E. enchantment and the like.

He could see the calculation even as he could feel the acquiescence to his touch. Her leg relaxed. She breathed in, then slowly out a moment, getting herself accustomed to the touch. She reached down, placing her hand over his a moment, drawing it up a mere fraction of an inch, then let it go. "Perhaps you could come by tomorrow to discuss that. I could make dinner. Sorinel has a good palate and he can pick a nice wine."

Haakon, of course noticed everything. He smirked and shook his head, just subtly, not disapproving so much as the head shake of a man in on the joke and pretending exasperation with his friend's antics.

Sorinel, blissfully unaware, helpfully leaned forward to be heard over the crowd "Or after this. We've a fine bottle of port if you wanted to come by."

Taliessa shifted "Lets not presume on the master overly much. Though he certainly is always welcome..."

 

[Gabe619]

He smiled happily at both of the young people, his hand on the girls leg moving up slightly to the top of her thigh, his fingers tips pushing the robe down tight between her legs, the heat building as his fingers pressed down.

"That is very generous of you both. Maybe I will take you up on your offer now, I sure my friend Haakon has his own ... mission right here." He winked at his friend, his head nodding gently at the Karla as she danced around with trays of beer and food, expertly dodging the groping hands of drunk customers although, Kellan noticed, her eyes always found time to search out and smile at the elf guard captain beside him. "Why don't we go find that port now my young friends. I am sure we have much to discuss."

He stood and politely held his hand out to Tali helping her to stand before slipping an arm around her waist and one around Sorinel's broad shoulders loving the feel of the young mans muscular back. He guided them from the tavern, waving at the bard as exited. He had originally intended to have some private fun with Fyodor as he had many times before, but the enticing idea of having both of his ex-students tantalised him greatly, especially Tali's seeming tactile agreement as she had not stopped his hand on her thigh, indeed encouraging his touch. He wondered, as he glanced to his side at the man beside him whether Sorinel would be as accommodating. He almost wished he wouldn't be, that he would have to be coerced into this play, or forced, both thoughts made Varis's cock swell more as they walked back toward the Tower. Beneath his long robe he was naked, as he tended to be in the summer months and he was rather looking forward to seeing what these two young lovers had beneath their clothing.

 

[siobhancan99]

Tali rose and beckoned Sorinel. They walked ahead of Varis as she gestured for the man to stay a few steps behind. They had a terse conversation, muttering at each other on the walk. Sorinel's face becoming increasingly dour. His shoulders showing a rising tension. She for her part was brief, but clearly matter of fact. When they got back to the couple's small lodging at the edge of town, she slipped into the back. She emerged, out of her robe. She wore a long skirt, but no top. She was slender, willowy in the way of her elven parent. Her body was toned. tall and small-breasted. She was perky though, and her small chest was crowned with two thick pink nipples. She draped herself along a divan and looked over to Sorinel as he came out of the kitchen with a scowl and three glasses of wine.

His body language was taut, like he wanted to punch someone. His expression sour. Tali called him over and kissed his forehead, muttering "this is for us, baby. It is for us. Shhhhh. It's just an hour of our time." She ran slender fingers through his blond hair, then kisses the top of his head again. She sipped at her wine as Varis took a sip of his. Sorinel did have a taste for good wine. The port was excellent. Thick and sweet and fruity.

She looked up at Varis "so. Should you and I go into the back?" Clearly assuming that the body he wanted was hers "Or did you want him to watch?"

 

[Gabe619]

Varis sat in a small armchair opposite the divan, enjoying the view of Tali half naked. She truly was amazing, his gaze fixing to her pert nipples, her smooth pale skin was unblemished. His cock now at full rigidity tented his robe in front, but he made no move to take it out despite how obvious it was. He could easily see that Sorinel was here against his will, or, more probably, thought Varis was here against Sorinels will. The Master smiled at the young man, then at Tali.

"You are a beauty beyond measure my dear. Many times I have watched you wondering about what you looked like naked." There was no point being coy now, Tali knew the game and Sorinel had been told what to expect. "Sorinel, you are a lucky man indeed, very lucky. I can see why you do not wish to be parted from her." He relaxed back, legs spread a little as his smile widened. "But I am curious ... Tali, undress your husband to be ... reveal him to me."

 

[siobhancan99]

The young man clearly bristled, but his lithe partner ran her fingers through his hair "this is better my love. If we do it together, we don't have to worry about what comes after" Perhaps the sweetest lie ever told going into a threesome. Common, but sweet. She kissed him tenderly, wrapping her arms around him and stroking him gently to soothe his troubles away.

They stood, and she lifted his black robe over his head. Revealing that beneath, at least in the summer months, he wore only his smallclothes. His body was lean, well muscled. He was also hairless. Many students, rather than deal with the thousand pests that one might accumulate from your dog or your horse shaved. he was clearly no exception. When she tugged down his smallclothes he was as denuded of hair there as the rest of his body.

His cock seemed nothing much, but he was flaccid and so it was impossible to tell what heights it might raise to. Some were growers, others showers, as the rhyme went. His face was scarlet, and his eyes still burned defiant when he looked at Varis. She ran her hands along him "Maybe he just wants to watch my love" she whispered, though she looked over at Varis with a little hunger that might not have been there before. Something in her awakening as a counterpoint to the shame written across her mate's face.

 

[Gabe619]

"Hmm, very nice, yes very nice indeed." Varis purred as his gaze slowly took in Sorinel's wolfishly lean body. His eyes fixed to the young mans soft hanging cock, he so loved a hairless crotch be it male or female.

He reached down and parted his robe pulling the sides away from his naked body to reveal his own hairless, toned physique to the two of them. As with Sorinel, Kellan's cock and balls were hairless too, his 8" cut and thick cock standing proudly straight up from his crotch. His cock pulsed as he admired the two of them. He waved his hand at Tali, indicating she was to lose the rest of her clothing too now.

"I want you both naked before me, show me what young Sorinel has been fucking these many nights here in your room. I have heard elf pussy is always tight and welcoming. Is that so Sorinel .... or should I find out myself?" He knew Tali was half elf, still it tantalised him to use the words. Most thought elves stuck up, arrogant, and some were, but he had known other as sexually deviant as any human he had ever met. His hand now closed on his cock, slowly stroking with a light touch, he sighed as even that made his horniness grow and his body buck slightly. This was going to be fun. "Then suck his cock Tali, I want to see it hard, I want to see it pulsing with blood and desire. I want to see what Sorinel uses to make you scream with pleasure .... if is capable of such a thing that is. I am sure I can if he can't." A soft chuckle escaped him as he felt the burning gaze of Sorinel on him. Was that hate perhaps? He hoped so.

 

[siobhancan99]

Tali slipped out of the dress, bare beneath. If she ever wore anything beneath it was clear that she knew it was pointless for this encounter at least. She was as smooth as her lover there. Small lips tucked away between thighs slightly thicker than would be expected on an elf. Below the waist she was just a bit curvier than her smallish top suggested. Her ass was pleasantly round. Still small and tight, but a little more generous than an elven one would be.

Haakon once joked that most elves became bisexual because it was impossible to tell what your lover was from behind. While that wasn't true, it did speak to the narrowness of elven hips as a general proposition. Tali exhibited the tightness of her elf heritage with some of the pleasing shape of her human. She sank to her knees, and as Sorinel was clearly about to lose his mind over the teasing, she spoke up "I certainly hope you're going to agree that its nice and tight." her tone was light, joking, just enough to make the serious young man relax "Of course I am, love." She grinned and sucked on his balls then sat back "what? I thought I was the only girl you ever fucked." He laughed at that.

"oh. yes. uh. I have no basis for comparison."

He was still clearly tense though, and despite her sucking on his balls, and her slow measured pace teasing his cock, he was not coming to full hardness. "Look at me love. not him. watch me. This is for us" she said softly, then started brushing his cock along her face, around her lips, teasing before just sucking the head until he came to full attention. He was not near as big as the older mage, though average at least. With her physique, it was probably better that he wasn't enormous.

 

[Gabe619]

Watching the two made Varis incredibly horny, his cock pulsed in his fingers, he made sure not to get to hard a grip, he wanted this to last. As he saw the youths cock finally harden to its fullest he smiled and licked his lips, then his eyes travelled down Tali's curved back to her tight ass, the to Sorinels ass. Hmmmm, which first he considered. He stood, letting his robe fall leaving him naked and moved to the two as Tali kept up her pleasuring of Sorinels cock. he slowly walked around them, admiring them, his fingertips brushing the young mans smooth curved ass, cupping it, giving it a playful slap before caressing his nipples slowly, lightly pinching them. Kellan's cock now waved next to Tali's face and he reached down to stroke her hair softly.

"Let me feel your oral gifts my girl." He told her as he watched Sorinels closely. "Watch your wife to be pleasure me boy." He demanded as the young elf woman turned her full lips to his bigger and thicker cock. "Don't worry boy, we have all the time in the world, you will be sampling my cock soon enough." He cupped the man ass and pulled him closer so their bodies touched, he squeezed Sorinels ass cheeks softly, massaging it as he watched the mans cock swing. "Have you ever been with a man Sorinel?" He asked softly. "Have you ever cheated on young Tali here?" He asked again, staring into the mans eyes, his will dominating the boys to make sure he spoke to the truth.

 

[siobhancan99]

Ordinarily, even a lower order practitioner's will was hard to overcome. Most had a fortress in their minds that was hard to assail. In the instant case, a few beers, a glass of port and Tali's soft lips were doing their best to sap Sorinel's will. There was also the fact that Varis was one of the best. Had he wanted, he could have sat beside or even behind any throne in the six kingdoms. As such, the combination of his superlative skill and Sorinel's distraction allowed him to blow down the walls of Sorin's mental fortress with such ease the man didn't even realize what was happening. Varis had a hold of him now.

"No Master. I've never been with a man or cheated on Tali." He groaned as the girl sucked on his balls. Varis could also feel a slight current of distaste when he mentioned the young man sucking his cock. Sorinel would have to be coaxed or forced into it for sure.

Tali, for her part, held just the man's head in her mouth. She let her tongue slowly drag around the crown of his cock, grazing the very sensitive bit a the edge of the head with her swirling tongue. She pursed her lips and pulled back, letting the cock almost fall from her mouth, then opened it wide and took him back in, sealing her lips around it again and dragging back, over and over again. Her small soft hand cradled his balls, and a spare look in her eyes showed a hint of lust. Whether it was from the size of his impressive cock or the notion of watching her man suck it... who could say.

 

[Gabe619]

"Well, first time for everything." Varis chuckled, then allowed a soft moan of pleasure as Tali expertly handled his cock and balls. "You are a natural talent, Tali ... such a shame to keep that sweet mouth just for Sorinel, wherever you end up, whatever your assignment, remember, your body and sex is just as useful to gain allies as is your magic. That goes for you to boy. Man or woman, you will be lusted after. It's time for you to stretch your horizons and learn new things. Trust me, you will thank me later."

He slipped a hand to the back of Sorinel's head and leaned in to kiss him softly, then with more passion, tasting the port on the youths lips and tongue as he made out with the man while his girlfriend sucked down on the Masters cock. Kellan let his own hand stroke down Sorinel's chest and finally to the mans cock, his fingers drifting under to cup his balls, squeezing softly before slipping around the hard dick and gently jerking it in time to Tali's administrations on Varis's cock.

"Do you like your Master's cock, young Tali?" He asked breaking the kiss with Sorinel to look down at the half elf. "Do you prefer it to Sorinel's here? Be honest, girl."

 

[siobhancan99]

He could both physically feel the slight resistance of Sorinel's body to his kiss, and could feel the stauncher resistance in the young man's mind. The man remained stiff, both in terms of his cock and the posture of his body. Still a hand on his cock was a hand on his cock, and his body involuntarily responded to the brush of Varis' hand along his shaft. He groaned softly, and the shame welling up was palpable. Same-sex relations, while not illegal, were rarely open in the six kingdoms.

Breaking her soft seal, Tali let his cock slip from her lips "yours is more impressive" she swirled her tongue around it "but I prefer his. Its sized just right. And he knows what to do with it." She smiled up at her lover, blowing him a kiss "Nobody makes me cum like Sorinel." She ran a hand along his side, then leaned over to flick her tongue along his head as Varis stroked him "you look so hot like that my love." She teased, then turned back to take Varis as deep as she could into her mouth. She pulled in her cheeks and started to slide her head along his shaft, fucking him with her mouth, taking him into the back of her throat with each stroke. Her small hand wrapped around his shaft, unable to close around it she stroked the base of it in time with her mouth, pumping him slowly as she dragged her soft lips along him.

 

[Gabe619]

A soft hiss of pleasure escaped Kellan lips as he watched Tali work. She was an experienced cock sucker it seemed and was using all her skills on her Masters cock. Reluctantly he pulled is dick from her soft wet lips and pulled her to stand with him and Sorinel. He kissed her passionately as he continued to stroke her lovers cock slow and teasing, feeling how hard it was. His other arm circled her slim waist, his hand cupping her ass as he had her lovers a moment ago. He could taste his precum on her tongue and they kissed harder, lustfully. He loved that she seemed to find his manipulation of Sorinel a turn on, but he wanted to sample what Sorinel had been tasting for a while now. He pushed her back onto the divan and knelt, pushing her legs apart, marvelling at the soft sleek smoothness to her skin. He stroked his fingertips from her calf upwards in a slow teasing gesture on both legs till his fingers met at her crotch. Lightly they danced over her wet lips finding and caressing her clit. Then, unable to resist any further he leaned down and licked her pussy from the bottom of her lips to her clit where the tip of his tongue flickered.

"Hmmmmm, you taste so good, Tali." He murmured before glancing up and the naked Sorinel beside them.

He smiled at the young man and chuckled before turning back and beginning to eat Tali out with all the years of practice he had to draw from. His tongue plunged into her, then out to caress her lips before lapping the clit. Where his tongue wasn't, his fingertips were, he even used a little magic to send bolts of pleasurable electricity coursing through her body making it tremble and shiver. His own cock stayed hard, shivering at times to the sheer pleasure he was giving this half elf woman. Her taste was beyond measure and Varis knew he could easily become addicted to it. Part of him wanted to take her for his own, another part wanted to see what this days erotic work did to her and Sorinel's relationship. Another part wanted to break the embarrassed, stiff necked young man beside them.

 

[siobhancan99]

Tali cupped her small chest in her hands and arched as he ate her out. She moaned and looked down, eyes locked to his for a moment as she felt his experienced tongue delve into her tightness. She was tight, she was probably correct about Sorinel being a better size for her. She pulled softly at her own nipples as he lashed her clit with the tip of his tongue, and moaned softly, letting him know that what he was doing was resonating with her. He could feel Sorinel's blood boiling across their mystical connection, but then she reached for her lover and pulled him closer. Turning he head she started to suck his cock, her soft mouth that Varis had just experienced expertly tending to his rigid manhood.

Her small soft hand cradled Sorinel's full balls, and stroked the pads of her fingers along his sensitive scrotum. Her other hand reached down into Varis' hair, tugging him against her eager pussy. She shifted a little, getting exactly the angle she wanted, then held herself still, enjoying the ministrations of Varis agile tongue and knowing mouth. Her moans were somewhat stifled by the length of Sorinel's cock, but his own were soon added to the mix. The young man started gently fucking her mouth as she sucked him, his hand in her hair, echoing her hand in Varis. She seemed in ecstasy, her body responding eagerly. Varis could feel her tighten, the muscles in her legs straining, then all of them tightening before releasing. She came on his tongue, but kept him clutched against her, silently demanding more of what he had to offer.