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The color of magic was what started it all. I was only a boy of three, so I did not know that it was the year 381 Regus Cani, the 381st year in the reign of King Canilus the Eternal. Not that I knew that either, nor did I know that it was the year that would come to be known as 'The Red Death'. I did not know that half the world was ablaze and the half that wasn't was quickly dying. As a boy of three I watched with my parents as the wizard Belmont of Archille razed the slums of Mardain...
I was given a horse by King Tynis, as a reward for my part in the events of Warmuth Bridge, a warhorse. Tarn was his name, and he was a fine, fine beast. It did not take my master long to find a way for me to put him to use. "It is time for the North Ward at Starhill to be restored," my master told me one day. "You will ride to Starhill" "Yes master." "Take the Hadof with you for your studies." I nodded. The Hadof works dealt with the runes of the southeastern islands, and in...
You wake up as the light from the window hits your eyes. Opening them, you scowl up at the curtains of your four-poster bed, cursing whoever thought it would be a good idea to open them while you were asleep. As you mind clears, you curse yourself again, realising that you left them open as you collapsed on your bed from exhaustion. Although you're one of Hogwarts' Champions in the Triwizard Tournament, the teachers haven't slackened your load of homework, though Snape did promise that if you...
This was another contest I entered before I took a break fort the holidays. As usual it wasn’t as well received as I thought it might be. The theme was, in the face of adversity. I let out a sigh what in the hell was I going to do? It was going on four weeks now with nothing new happening. If something didn’t happen soon I was a dead duck for sure. Hello, I am Ty Donald, I am what you might consider a mage, though many would probably call me a wizard. What’s the difference? Hell, I hadn’t...
"There are two sides to a blade," the ancient master informed me. "but only one edge." I ducked under his sweeping stroke, knowing it was intended to keep me moving more than it was to strike me. "There are two ends to a sword," he continued, "but only one point." The point sought me, and I avoided it, trying to focus on both the words and the weapon, unwilling to believe either was less dangerous than the other. "The edge follows the point and together they draw a line," The...
"Jup, stop that!" I yelled. The damned mule just couldn't seem to leave the cornflowers growing wild along the trail alone. Ilesa's mule didn't seem to have the same taste for them, and was ignoring them for the most part. Jup though, was another story. "Let's stop here for lunch," Ilesa called out, laughing. "You can let the beast eat its fill of the damned things. Maybe she'll get it out of her system." "All right, I could stand a break anyway. Its getting hot!" It was hot,...
"Tell me again where the pups came from?" "They are Winter Wolves," I told Artuma. "Vulkai. Their mother died protecting Ilesa and I, and in doing so, was mortally wounded. Ilesa offered to save her, but she chose to save these pups instead. "And you have them because?" "Because it was my magic she used to save them with and in allowing my magic to be so employed, I have found myself somewhat ... bound up in their lives and they in mine." "So you now travel with a pair of Vulkai...
The magic of Gaen seems closely bound to music and song while at the same time, Magic and Music each seem to be blooms from very different flowers. Beneath everything, they are very much of the same body. Mathematicians and musicians will both tell you this is true. Wizards will too, if you are in a position to ask them. Threes and fours, apart and in combination, especially in combination, have strong ties to the magic and history of Gaen. These numbers, especially in combination, seemed...
It did not take long, once the Wizard Eliun had introduced himself, for the rest of the crowd to disperse. "They'll be back at dinner time," Fenthil offered as he too prepared to leave. He paused at the doorway and looked back at me. "This is communal living for the most part, Pacasin. A small community of the elderly men and women, who for the most part, had only one hard choice outside of accepting a life in the hermitage. Remember that while you're here, please." I nodded bowed to...
CLIMBING the 7, 000-foot high mountain wasn't easy going, as most folks surely know, but the man was determined. No matter what, nothing was going to prevent him from seeing the Wizard. Nothing. Not a mere mountain, that's for sure. He had the thousand dollars, right there in his back pocket, and right in the old wallet, that the Wizard had stipulated he needed before he would perform his marvelous magic. It had taken him two years to save it up, and that fact, too, now inspired him to...
"Oh goat beards and blood!," the wizard spat, making a sign I didn't recognize. "Not another one!" "Another one?" I asked, stunned. I wasn't the first person to come looking for the wizard Eliun? "Another researcher seeking some arcane bit of knowledge lost to the rest of the world," The drama with which he spoke the words suggested it was something often said here in the hermitage. "We get one every century or so, and it hasn't even been that long since the last one. Five or...
The ladies of the wizarding world are finding themselves naked and embarrassed, sometimes in very public places, most times with a magical twist. They could be naked as a result of a magical object, spell, by the actions of an enemy, or even by their own hand! Though the title implies, it is not strictly ENF, confident nude girls and exhibitionists are also welcome! All characters in this story are 18 or above.
"You called, my lady?" the elder Vulkai bowed his head, nose almost touching the ground. "I did," Ilesa nodded, smiling. "Thank you Ketna, for coming so quickly." "The Vulkai do honor the Witch of the Vale," Ketna replied, raising his head again and grinning in the Vulkai way. "As I honor the Vulkai," Ilessa bowed her head this time, then lifting it with a matching grin. "I wish I did not have to call on you, but I must. I must send you where I cannot go." "What is your will,...
If you listen to Gaen, you will hear things. Learn things. If you listen, you will come to know Gaen's will. The philosophers have long said this, but to my knowledge, they did not listen as I have learned to listen, and perhaps none have listened so. Just as I have come to learn about my own song, I have come to understand that if I leave the song alone as it comes to me, rather than grabbing it — ah! Well then there are things to be learned in the song Gaen sings. Some of what is there...
"The boy's trip back into the north woods went well then?" "I would presume that you would know better than I, Tynis. Perhaps you can tell me, and a little more information about what is really going on here wouldn't be unwelcome." "You know I tell you more than anyone, Ethric my friend, but you know as well that I cannot tell you everything I know. Not even about this." "Tynis, you are my King, and like a brother to me, but I swear you make me want to knock you on your fine...
Until it reached the mountains in the west, the road to Silverlake was the same road I'd traveled two years earlier to Warmuth Bridge. Perhaps it was the same road, but there was little about it that seemed familiar. "The forest is still growing at a rapid pace." I observed to my master as we rode through lightly forested woods where once open plains had been. "It is," he replied with a soft sigh. "It grows southward so fast you can almost watch it move. The northern edges are so...
The people of the Bitter Peat called themselves Tibu, which meant 'People of the Smoke' in their own tongue. They were an unimpressive lot, physically, reminding me of the Raspe, in that they had the thin, knobby-jointed appendages and the bristly fur, but they had neither the height or the air of detached majesty I associated with the Raspe. Short, barely more than waist high on me, their furred faces featured odd, hard-plated mouth and jaw segments that managed to just barely avoid...
Dorothy rushed back to Aunt Em's trailer as fast as she could."She isn't coming yet. Toto - did she hurt you? She tried to, didn't she? Come on, we'll go tell Uncle Henry and Auntie Em!" she said. Toto tried to hump her arm as she carried him. "Aunt Em," Dorothy cried out as she burst into the crowded trailer, "Ms. Gulch was holding Toto under her dress and making him…""Not now, dear. We have to sort these car stereos and CD's the boys found." "But Aunt Em, poor Toto couldn't breath in…""Don't...
Luckily for Sam, out of all the wizards, there was one who was skilled at telekinesis (TK). This one he asked to hang around. Sam dismissed the wizards and asked Agar, "Wizard Agar, nobody had mentioned where I'm to spend the night. Do you happen to know where that would be?" "Oh, sorry. I forgot to mention it. Your quarters will be situated next to Princess Olena's apartment. She asked for you to be placed there, if you don't mind." "Great! Thank you. Now, I need to find a place to...
Sam was out on a run for free cheeseburgers from Inside Out, and the k*ds they were going to babysit later on in the day hadn't arrived yet, so Cat was bouncing on her bed playing with one of her yoyos. She had a red lollipop, to match her hair, in one hand and the green yoyo, to not match the lollipop, in the other. With her hair tied up in two ponytails, one on either side of her head, she could have passed for a twelve year old if it wasn’t for the noticeable lumps on her chest. She swung...
Fortysomething By Melissa Tawn It was Alice Carter's birthday: fortysomething. She sat in her favorite easy chair, a drink in hand, and thought back on her life. Birthdays are the time one takes stock. She had been born Alan, a boy, though inside she knew, that she was really a girl. At one point she tried to explain this to her parents, tried to get them to understand, but they were unable to do so. This was in the days before the internet and the local library was...
Episode 1: Wayne's Tale, Part I Wayne strolled across campus, bundled up in a warm winter coat. The wind whipped at his face and he pulled his shoulders up to try to block it. The scarf he wore helped some, but only the parts of his face which it covered. Snow crunched under his feet and he glanced up. The little suburban street was covered in snow, but occasionally a car would try and get through anyways making a few sets of gouges in the inches of fresh powder. Everything looked...
40 Something Mag! What makes a MILF? Beauty is obviously part of the equation. Everybody loves an older woman who’s taken care of herself, aging like a fine wine instead of getting all old and haggard. I think attitude is a major component of a truly fuckable MILF. The broads at 40SomethingMag, for example, all have this eager enthusiasm for dirty sex that gets my blood pumping as soon as I hit the landing page.40SomethingMag.com has been around for a good long time, pumping out cougar-fuck...
Premium Mature Porn Sites“Please,†I begged again, “make me yours.†We retraced our steps down the High Street, stopping to look in the shop windows and steal a kiss in the darker doorways. Despite taking over two hours to eat a bowl of delicious pasta, drink a bottle of wine and a cup of excellent coffee it was still only 9:30 when we returned to his flat. We agreed it was probably too early to go to bed so cuddled up on the sofa and he told me about Naples, the Venus with the Perfect Bum sculpture in the art gallery...
MatureIt was early Sunday morning laying in our bed, kissing and touching each other. We then where making love very passionately when my wife almost stopped me in mid stroke "I want something different" I paused for a second and then thrusted back into her, again "I want something different I need it baby" I froze looked into her eyes, "What baby what is it you need" She hesitated and then spoke."Baby I need more than this I need something different" I was worried that maybe I was not doing it for...
"Well, Herc, now that you have heard my plan, what do you think?" "Sam, the plan is brilliant! It should work, too, if we can keep the wizards in line. That's the part that worries me." "Yeah, me too. I am afraid that one of them will get the idea that he can improve on the plan and do something stupid. I have asked the princess and Wizard Agar to speak to the young wizards to try to impress on them the necessity of everybody working together. They both agreed to try." "OK, what do...
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Wizard's Dark Heart By Zedd There is a keep, squatting like a misshapen giant in the middle of a shallow inlet, surrounded by a fog of evil. No one dares venture close; no fishermen will take their boats near the dark citadel for fear of losing all they hold dear, the least of which would be their lives. It is dark, almost black really, but for one uppermost window in the tallest tower. One, which glows with an orange light, like a far off beacon. The castle was cold today....
The Wizard's Apprentice -------------------------------------------------- Just a note before the story begins. I'm not a natural author or writer, this is just a little fantasy written with one hand in tiny horny chunks over the years. I've skim checked it once for spelling and grammar to make it read a bit smoother. It doesn't have an in depth storyline, amazing character development or any other worthy devices - it's purely a wank fantasy written for me, based around big...
Part I Warlock, wizard, witch, Wicca - so many people use these terms but they don't understand them. The modern Wicca movement is a pale shadow of the true depths of the old Celtic religion - a religion of natural power from the Earth and Heavens. The Druids had access to primal power - both white power and black power - power to heal and power to kill. The Old Ones made no distinction between white and black. I laugh at these supposed modern witches who claim to only use white magic. There...
I spent hours that week skimming every book in the trunk. Nothing was mentioned concerning witchcraft. Nada. Zilch. Zip. I really had high hopes that the Art of War tomes would explain what was happening, but no. Strangely enough, it was the mysterious wizard "Harold" that I was obsessed with. Other than the obscure reference my birth parents had written, we knew nothing about him. They said he was powerful, but what kind of power? No element was mentioned, and no reference made to him...
Speaking for myself, I worked like I would never be coming back from that next trip to Earth. It wasn't hard to do, since I knew the odds favored just that. I spent as much time as possible with the children, too. If the worst happened, I at least wanted them to remember me. Dad, mom, and Melanie would be going, too. That decision was made final when something unheard of was discovered. Paul, Paula, and little Bernie were not only immune to magic, as all the royal family was, they had magic...
It’s almost 2 years after the Battle of the Golden Gate Bridge. In addition to being an X-Man, Kurt has recently begun teaching classes at the School. Translation of German words or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly clear in context. PROLOGUE: MORNING DEVOTIONS Mein Gott, is the sun coming up already?! Yes, it must be. The windows are getting light. Pfui! It would be so nice to remain here in bed, with the warmth of Logan’s body close against...
“Let’s do something different,” he said. “Different like what?” I asked. “You know, in bed.” I turned to him and he had that glint in his eye. “What did you have in mind?” I asked. The last time we tried something different a bunch of teenagers caught us in flagrante having sex in the park near our house. It was highly embarrassing to say the least especially since we both are respected college professors. Naturally, I was leery this time. “Well, nothing too crazy,” he started. “Oh, will...
InterracialThe road south of Rheev's Landing, as I'd learned it was called, brought more of what we'd seen recently. Five days travel brought us to another large residence and another Magister, Dag Rhondel. The keep itself was called Cherry Point Terrace, and word of us had obviously traveled the river faster than we had, for we were expected. Magister Rhondel seemed fascinated by Labo and Kei, as was his pet wizard Aracus. It did not take me long to dislike this wizard, and to come to the...
"Well, a part of my plan depends on how long it would take to construct a brizium suit." Agar thought for a moment and said, "There is no way that such a suit could be fabricated by using magic. It would have to be made as chain mail by hand, one link at a time. Even with several skilled armorers working on it, it would take several weeks, I think." "OK, I've had another brain storm. Can you have Teekay meet us in your laboratory? I want to try an experiment with that brizium cage you...
This is something of a taboo subject, but it is real and continues to happen everyday in our lives. In this story I shall try to explain why women do this, I have done it and will tell you how I felt before, during and after, and if I will continue to do it, but please, if you wish to comment please do so after the story not in a private mailing, as I dont really like that.Please read on and see if you like my theme and the fact that we do it.1. If you look carefully at pet lovers, what is it...
Something Different Monthly Interview Something Different Monthly InterviewThe magazine titled "Something Different" focuses on people, places and things that are out of the ordinary. Their interview with Super A, as printed in their April 2005 issue has been posted here with all parties consent. ??????????????????????? Something DifferentToday we are interviewing Super A.? Tell me Super, what makes you different?Super AToday is an anniversary for me.? Eight years ago today, on March...
This is part two of my story. It's stand-alone and complete but does make occasional references to the first part - "Taking the Plunge." If you haven't read that, then I recommend you do so in order to add proper context to this one. If you don't want to read it then "Nicki" was the friend who gave me an impromptu makeover at a dinner party and started the trans fire burning deep inside me. Pete was my former drinking buddy and the guy who took my female virginity! Anyway, when...
The next week or so is calm. A couple of evenings each week, Tim and Abbie spend cleaning the house and washing clothes. They are doing it in the evenings to have the weekend to work in the yard and play more. But the task of keeping up the house while both are working is rather time-consuming. Abbie does not complain, but it only took an hour or so for her to clean her apartment weekly. She sent most of her clothes to the dry cleaners so there would only be one or two loads needing doing. ...
TransI’m a straight 35 year old white male. I have been happily married for almost 10 years now. My wife and I have a great sex life and she is always down for trying new kinky things I come up with in bed. One day she took a trip to visit her family that live out of state and she was going to be gone for 2 weeks. I had mixed feelings about her being gone for that long. On one hand, I wouldn’t have to hear her giving me a hard time about not getting something done but I would miss her.Once she left,...
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Chelsea parked her car and rushed toward the Convention Center entrance. The team was supposed to meet-up at 10:00 and she was late. She jogged across the giant parking lot in her stacked heeled oxfords, more than a little self-conscious as her short skirt flew up and her boobs bounced with every step. She found her crew at the appointed spot.They could see her coming from way down the hall and waved with excitement. As she got close, Ahmed, Dave, and Jackson broke out in shit-eating grins....
TransThe call of winter wolves had followed me into my sleep, but it was Deak's call that I followed out of it. I awoke to a drizzly world with a cold, soggy campfire and dank furs that had cold condensation clinging to them. Were I not a wizard, privy to the usual tricks a wizard knows, I might have spent a miserable morning getting myself ready to travel, but fortunately I knew enough to get me and my furs dry and warm and with the tricky parts accomplished, quickly got my saddlebags repacked,...
There were six wagons, twelve drovers and a half dozen outriders, not counting myself. I was what the wagon master called 'supercargo'. I was along for the trip, but not accounted for on either the train's manifest or her roster. "We're hauling rough sawn logs, so there's little need for guards or a night watch on these hauls," Drummon told me conversationally. He was the oldest of the outriders, and he'd taken a liking to me when he'd seen the tattoos on my hands. "Still, there...
Once she left, I filled my time by watching movies that she never wanted to watch while getting drunk and smoking some weed. After I lost interest in movies, I started on the porn. For the first time I was watching full feature porn movies on the TV in the living room and really got into them. Later that night, I was still slowly rubbing myself and watching new films. I got my laptop out now and started to hit some cam sites and XXX story sites. Eventually I found myself on a site to find...
Introduction: NOT porn! Wizard of Oz part 1- Original fic by MISTER BIG T This is a rather darker approach on the storyline of the Wizard of the Oz, a classic story. Warning, this has reference to child abuse and beating. Dorothy walked down the alleys. The snow had begun melting and the water was forming small rivers that danced towards the sewers. She pulled her coat closer, she was getting colder. But she was afraid to return to home, afraid to face her mother. ...
Jelka's roots were in Croatia, when the war between Serbia and Croatia broke out, her parents sent her as a teenager to Australia in care of her aunt Christina. Both her parents died leaving her an orphan. She grew up learning business management in her aunt's clothing store, as time progressed they opened a boutique as well. Aunt Christina smiled at me with a look of amusement when we told her of our relationship. "I don't think he's after your money Yelly, (her nickname for Jelka)...
"General, how are we fixed for stone missiles?" "We have a good supply for a normal battle, but we probably don't have enough for what you are planning. Actually, it is pretty easy to produce the missiles, but transportation is the rub. There are several thousand missiles at the quarry, now, waiting to be brought to the armory. It's ironic, but we can't move them as fast as we can make them. There are two wizards who specialize in making the missiles, but we have to depend on...
Sam figured that if he did anything to the assembled demons, it had to be big. He was afraid that anything relatively small would just aggravate them and make them fight even harder. He asked Agar, "Is there anything that the demons are really afraid of. What could we do to cause real panic in their ranks?" "I don't really know for sure, but I have heard that they are afraid of cold. If there were some way to make a cold blast hit them, it would really shake them up. I have no magic for...
“Let’s do something different,” he said. “Different like what?” I asked. “You know, in bed.” I turned to him and he had that glint in his eye. “What did you have in mind?” I asked. The last time we tried something different a bunch of teenagers caught us in flagrante having sex in the park near our house. It was highly embarrassing to say the least especially since we both are respected college professors. Naturally, I was leery this time. “Well, nothing too crazy,” he started. ...
Ana searching for something different A week after having been fucked wildly by his brand new black lover Jerome, Ana told me she was absolutely horny and my hard rock white dick could not be enough for her to calm down.She then told me we could try something new and different in an adult book store that some of her friends had mentioned as an interesting experience…. She finally convinced me to try it.We arrived at the bookstore and began to look at the video section. There were a couple of...
John was cursing. He had been caught putting a thumbtack on his teachers chair, and now he had to clean the library. The oldest part of it, the one in the cellar to be precise. So now he was handling books and dusting them off. He did it without much care. Suddenly he stumbled and dropped a book. It crashed on the floor, opening itself. John cursed and started to recover it, but then stopped. What was that? A magical "Word of control"? What nonsense. "Xotzil". And such a book is in a school...
Mind ControlMy stomach took a sharp dive. straight down. I did the only thing I could thing of. "Oh, hi Paul. I'd like you to meet Lori," I indicated the brunette kneeling on the floor, "and Kim.", who was actually Lori, and whose ass my dick was currently stuck in, "I'm, um, just showing the ladies our fine dorm facilities. They, uh, really like it here. They like it SO MUCH that I'd like a little privacy, that I may more fully appreciate the depth of their gratitude for them the aesthetic...
I checked in at the reception desk, handed over my charge card, signed the form and took my room key card. As I rode the elevator to my room I thought to myself that I was getting tired of all this constant traveling. I had three clients to see tomorrow and catch another plane to Memphis at six in the evening. I had to find something else. This job's constant traveling had cost me my marriage and now I had trouble even dating with my erratic schedule. One phone call from an upset client and old...
Gay MaleArron Murphy could not believe how fortunate he was to be accepted to that university. The one that was near the beach that had the perfect lagoon for racing rowing sculls. This was the same university that was known for the number of buxom beauties that seemed to exist in all the sororities, and worked the shops and cafes and bars in the nearby mall. There was the smell of fall in the air, brick and granite buildings. University lawns idyllic to the inlet that lead to the lagoon ...
Can you imagine never knowing your parents? Unless you've been orphaned, believe me, you can not. Even those who were adopted, if they so desire, can make the attempt to find their birth parents. The ones who don't have parents to find, have no such hope. They fall into two categories. Those who have living relatives to take them in, and those who have no family at all. In the first case of orphans, the child can gain a sense of who their parents were, what they were like, and have a sense...