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CHAPTER ONE CULANE
I sat in the dusty library of Rory O’More’s ruined castle, Nevermoor, with books strewn about the desks and several large candles burning. Soft summer air wafted through the large open windows of the tower.
‘Who are you?’ she asked softly.
I had been aware of her presence for some time, I had heard her quiet footfall on the stairs and suspected that she was standing in the deep shadow of the doorway watching me. I calmly turned towards her and smiled. ‘I am Culane of Tara. Who are you?’
‘I am Theodora, daughter of Theodosius, Witch of the East. This is my castle.’ Her voice vibrated with excitement and fear.
I stood up smoothly, not wanting to spook her and sketched a bow. ‘At your service ma’am.’
She took a couple of steps into the room, into the center of the candle light, but I still couldn’t see her face lost as it was in the shadow of her very widely brimmed hat. ‘Are you a wizard?’ she asked breathlessly.
‘No ma’am, just a soldier of fortune although I do have considerable training in the Alchemist’s art.’
‘Oh,’ she said, quite disappointed. ‘Then what are you?’
‘I’m a man,’ I said smiling again.
‘All of mankind is dead,’ she replied flatly.
‘In OZ,’ I replied. ‘Killed off by the Magi I gather from reading poor Rory’s journal. Should I be afraid?’
‘Where did you come from? Are there more of you?’ It was she who sounded afraid, a little guilty perhaps over the ancient genocide.
‘No, I am quite alone and I mean you no harm Theodora Witch of the East. Please come in and sit down. It is a soft night and we have much to discuss.’
After only a moment’s hesitation she came and sat across the table from me. She smelled delightfully of blooming night flowers. ‘I am from Eire, an Island like OZ, but very, very far away. My airship drifted and after many days of high wind, I came down in the yard of this castle.’
‘You can make a ship fly through the air?’
‘In most weather,’ I replied wryly.
‘You speak my language.’
‘It is a form of Meridian which I know well. A soldier of fortune must travel so it helps to be good at languages.’
‘What is this alchemy that you spoke of?’
‘Ah, you don’t know of it here do you. It is the mastery of the elements-formulas, potions and such.’
‘So you are like a wizard,’ she said thoughtfully.
‘Take your hat off so I can see who I am looking at,’ I said gently instead of a reply.
She coyly removed her broad red hat to reveal a very beautiful face. Olive skin, very large dark eyes, full red lips, and long, thick, dark hair draped down over half her face which had a charming innocence and tentativeness but held a strong underlying voluptuousness.
‘Ah,’ I said. ‘One of the beautiful witches.’
She lowered her eyes. ‘All witches are beautiful. I am the least of my sisters.’
‘I don’t believe that,’ I exclaimed. ‘No one could be more beautiful than you.’
A ferocious roar coming from outside the window interrupted us, she jumped up and retreated to the doorway, ‘Come on,’ she said.
I followed, but then held her at the door standing between her and the window where the terrible howling was now accompanied by the sound of claws scraping on stone and the flapping of large leathery wings. ‘What is it?’ I asked.
‘Barga, a flying baboon.’
‘Nice.’
It filled the large window arch, howling, red eyes glowing in the dark, powerful jaws slobbering over huge, sharp yellow teeth. ‘Is it wild or is it a type of war animal like an attack dog?’
‘It can be either,’ she replied looking at it intently, ‘this one has no uniform or collar so it must be wild. It is going to attack us!’
Indeed it had begun to charge, ‘I can handle it,’ I said as I drew my long barreled pistol from the holster on my leg.
‘They are very strong,’ she warned anxiously. She had a firm grip on my left arm and was pressed tight against my back.
‘Then I’ll give ’em both barrels,’ I replied and did so right between the eyes. It fell to the ground in a skidding rush. I went forward and stood over it and then gave him the same from above for good measure.
‘Is it dead?’ she asked. She had followed me and was again pressed tightly up against me, head turned to the side. I could feel her hot breath on my neck.
‘Very much so,’ I replied shifting my foot a little to avoid the spreading pool of blood.
‘Come,’ she said tugging at me, ‘let’s get away from this place.’
Nevermoor Castle was part of my small domain but I seldom visited any of the depressing ruins of the long dead race of men, so I was not familiar with its maze of rooms and stairwells, however Culane seemed to know his way around and he soon lead me to a large interior hall. He lit a small fire in the big hearth, more for cheer than warmth and pulled up a cozy armchair in front of it in which we both huddled with our thighs and flanks pressed together. The smell of him was intoxicating, a male smell I had never known before although it reminded me somehow of stallions I had ridden. His face, up close, and his strong body were very pleasing to my eyes, which drank him in. My heart still pounded from the night’s events, though I was not afraid of him anymore. I had many questions, and so did he.
‘Are there a lot of witches in OZ?’ he asked.
‘Only four, my three sisters and me.’
‘North, South, East and West?’
‘Yes, Galinda, Ravenna, me and Evanora.’
‘And how do you get on with your sisters?’
‘We are not friends. Actually we are half-sisters, each from a different mother. I despise Ravenna, she is the most powerful and wicked. She stole the East from me just after our father left. She said that she was just going to care of it until I was old enough, but she kept it and gave me this little sliver of land that she took from Galinda. She calls herself Queen of OZ, but there is no Queen of OZ, there cannot be one without a High Wizard to be king. Evenora has taken me in, but I know that it’s just to use me against the others. She doesn’t love me as she says she does, because all she loves is gold and treasure. She is strict with me and temperamental and I fear her foul moods. Galinda is cold and distant and shows no interest in anyone but herself and her precious beauty. I am the youngest and the least of my sisters, Galinda is the most beautiful, Ravenna the most intelligent, Evenora the richest. I have the least land, the least power, the least beauty, and I am the least loved.’ I said bitterly.
‘That cannot be so, I am sure,’ He said as he pulled me close and hugged me tightly. Of course I had never been embraced by a man, as they were all dead before I was born, or by any male of any kind since I had been little more than a babe when my father left. It felt marvelously good. Warm, comforting, and exciting in an oddly stirring way I had never felt before.
‘It is true,’ I pouted.
‘Never, never,’ he replied softly stroking my hair which sent incredible shivers through me. ‘What sort of powers do these sisters of yours possess that makes them so great?’
‘They all have the art of seeing afar and also into the past and sometimes into the future. Evenora has her Crystal ball, Galinda her mirror and Ravenna a still fountain. I had a crystal ball too, a small one that you could hold in your hand, but Ravenna took that away from me too.’
‘I am coming to dislike this Ravenna very much,’ he said and it gave me a powerful thrill to hear it.
‘Evenora can shoot bolts of lightning at will that can stun or kill. She can fly at will. Galinda and Ravenna have great skill with potions and spells that they can use for many purposes, Galinda can fly inside great bubbles, Ravenna rides a gnarly staff. They have power of will over the minds of manchkins and apes.’
‘Surely you have some powers too.’
I made a belittling shrug an
d burrowed deeper into his chest. ‘I know some charms, mostly of healing and for making crops grow. I cannot fly at will, but only soar and glide if I launch from a great height.’
‘I can feel that there is more power in you than that. You have the blood of the same powerful father,’ he said.
‘They are older and have had far more training than me. Yes, I feel I have power, but it frightens me. I don’t know how to control it and make it do what I want it to do.’
‘Such as?’
I hesitated feeling embarrassed somehow.
‘You can tell me,’ he said reassuringly. ‘In my travels I have known many witches of many sorts and I have studied their lore.’
‘When I am angry fire bursts from my finger tips and I can hurl it and make thing explode and burn, but I cannot call it at will.’
‘Just angry? What about when you are afraid, like when the ape attacked, or when your sisters threaten you?
‘No, that’s the worst. When I am afraid I grow stone cold, and to make fire I have to be hot. The, the spark of the fire comes from . . . from well…, down there inside me.’
‘Ahh, I see,’ he said with very comforting understanding tone. ‘I have come across this before and I know exactly how to help you.’
‘You do?’
‘Absolutely.’
‘Will you show me?’
‘I will teach you. Of course it will take time and practice to master, but I know the secret and I can teach it to you.’
‘Will you really? Oh please, please do,’ I said curling around so that I could look close into his eyes hoping to charm him, wanting desperately to have such power so that I could be equal to my sisters. ‘I will find some way to pay you, I promise.’
‘You don’t have to pay me,’ he said. ‘But if you are going to learn you must trust me and do what I tell you. You have to want to learn and be dedicated to your lessons.’
‘I will, I will, I promise. In this you will be my master for I think that there is more than a little wizard in you after all.’
‘Well they do say that the first wizards were men,’ he replied.
‘The secret to creating fireballs is to tap the fire within. You must connect your thoughts to your physical passion. All you need to do is repeatedly practice by triggering the passion and thinking of the fireballs in your hands at the same time.’ I said. She had been eager to get started so I had begun the first lesson straight away. ‘Come stand beside me.’
‘But how do I trigger the passion? I can’t just make myself mad at will,’ She said as she stood beside me.
‘Anger is not the only source of your passion.’ I replied. ‘Take off your hat and jacket.’
She took off her jacket and her red hat with its enormous brim, tossed them onto the couch and then wantonly shook loose her mass of dark hair.
‘What wonderful hair you have Theodora.’ I said. ‘Come, I need to warm you up,’ I opened my arms and she came to me and I embraced her, then I bent down and kissed her soft, full lips. I can only surmise that Evenora had taught her a thing or two in this department for her kiss was neither tentative nor inexperienced. She went at it pretty good, meeting me with hungry passion, hugging the back of my neck while I stroked her hair.
‘Very nice,’ I said when we broke. ‘You have the necessary heat. You are going to do very well indeed.’
‘I can feel the power in you Culane,’ she replied earnestly and reached for me again. As we kissed again I undid the top two buttons of her silken blouse, (there were only three in all) and then bent down and kissed her neck. Her medium sized breasts were held firmly in place by some sort of thin chemise through which her nipples thrust. I maneuvered her a few steps so that she was backed up against the heavy armchair.
‘Now concentrate on the heat,’ I said and moved a little to the side so that with my left hand on the back of her neck, my right could undo the buttons on the front of her leather pants.
‘Oh, that,’ she breathed.
‘Yes, concentrate,’ I said as I slid my hand down inside her pants and under her drawers. I brushed her sleek pelt and edged towards her clit. She gave a low moan. This would not be totally new to her but I knew this would be her first time she had felt a strong male hand on her private parts. She was very compliant, very willing. Her pants were like a second skin and I couldn’t budge them so I withdrew my hand and when I heard her little sigh of protest I said, ‘Take those off and we can do this properly.’
I sat in the chair and watched with delight as she wriggled and squirmed and slowly worked her way out of the pants. I had already taken off my jacket and now I pulled my shirt over my head and when my head popped out she was standing bare assed naked before me with her hands over her crotch.
‘Don’t ever hide the source of your power Theodora,’ I chided and she shyly moved her hands to her sides. I reclined on the chair and she came and lay beside me and wrapping her arms around my neck.
‘Teach me,’ she practically growled as we kissed again.
‘Of course, but the trick is to take your time, let the power grow slowly inside you, there’s no rush Theodora, we have all night,’ I said as I stroked her belly and pussy.
She breathed deeply between kisses. ‘So good,’ she moaned.
I rubbed her clit in firm circles, toying with it for only a moment before she spread her legs so that I could slide my fingers along her slit. She was beginning to move her hips slowly, working against my hand. ‘Now let your left hand just dangle to the side, just think of the one hand. Feel the heat, see the heat rising up from your loins, running through your belly and up into your arm, and then along to your fingertips. Don’t force it. It doesn’t have to happen right away or all at once.’
I enjoyed her tits for a while, stroking them, massaging them, pinching her rock hard nipples. We continued to kiss and I returned to her pussy with increased intensity enjoying bringing her higher and higher. Her left arm twitched, ‘I can feel it, I can feel it,’ she moaned.
‘See it.’
‘I do, I do see it.’
I worked her faster and faster and she started to pant and thrust. I slid two fingers inside her and she groaned and clamped down on them. ‘Oh, no, I can’t,’ she said, fighting. ‘I am about to… release, and I can’t do that except with the wizard.’
‘I know,’ I said. ‘You have to wait, you are a witch of OZ,’ I withdrew my fingers and stood up.
‘But I am not a witch,’ I said as I undid my belt and pulled off my pants, ‘and I have another gift for you, another source of power.’
‘Oh, my lord Culane, it is so big, it’s so beautiful,’ she exclaimed looking up at me with eyes filled with wonder. ‘I had never imagined such a thing, it is like a stallion’s but much more wonderfully formed.’ I stood before her with my legs apart and my cock standing straight up to my belly button. She slid to the edge of the chair, reached out, then stopped and looked up at me again. ‘May I touch it?’ she asked.
‘Feel free, you have waited long enough. You need to learn how to handle it, how to draw from it the nectar of pure power.’
She ran her soft hands up the shaft to the tip. ‘It’s so hard, but the skin is so soft, like silk.’
After a moment she got the right idea and took it firmly in her right hand and began to stroke it up and down slowly, and then began polishing the knob.
‘Squeeze it harder, harder, don’t worry, you won’t hurt it.’
‘It’s wonderful Culane! You’ll have to teach me everything, I want to learn everything.’ She leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against it. ‘Can I lick it?’
‘Yes, that is what you are supposed to do, see you’re a natural,’ I replied with an encouraging smile. She stuck out her tongue and began to run it up and down the shaft, and then she began to flick around the base of the head and the tip. It was true, she did have good instincts, ‘that’s good,’ I said, ‘be bold.’
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br> ‘Can I put it in my mouth? I feel like I should, I want to put it in my mouth and suck on it.’
‘Excellent Theodora. Here let me sit.’ She got up. ‘Take your top off,’ I said as I got onto the chair. She quickly pulled it over her head and came after me. Now I sat on the edge of the chair and she knelt before me in an attitude of worship before starting to gobble. She sucked and licked and stroked as I gently guided her. She learned fast.
‘I can feel it,’ she said settling back on her heels to catch her breath while still stroking steadily. ‘I can feel the power flowing into me, thank you, thank you Culane!’ She went back at it, hungrily, eagerly, and tirelessly. Witches have stamina I’ll admit. She began bobbing with a furious rhythm stroking with her right hand and began fingering herself with the other. She started moaning and going faster and faster. She was losing control, she was almost over the edge and I wasn’t ready for her to do that yet.
‘Careful Theodora,’ I warned sharply. ‘Both hands on my cock.’
She obeyed, giving me a soulful look with her big eyes her mouth crammed with my dick.
‘Now Theodora prepare yourself! The nectar will spurt out forcefully so keep your mouth firmly around the cock and swallow it all down. It will make you strong.’ I thrust forward my hips and grabbed the back of her head and held it firmly in place while I let go.
She moaned and her eyes went wide again, but she kept sucking until every drop was gone. She came up for gasping for air, ‘I did it Culane, I did it!’ she exclaimed jumping to her feet.
‘Come Theodora, come to me.’
She practically leapt into my arms and kissed me furiously, ‘Did I do it right my lord?’ she asked breathlessly.
‘You were marvelous Theodora, and this is just the beginning.’
‘Really, really, there’s more?’
‘Much more.’ I said as I hugged her close.
‘Oh Culane!’ she cried, I can’t believe how much my life has changed in a few short hours. This is the best day of my life. Oh what wonderful good fortune has befallen me!’ She kissed me again her eyes wet with tears and a moment later she was asleep, a warm bundle of power purring in my arms.
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