Archmage, Part 2
#2 of Archmage
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Archmage, Part 2.
It's Friday. My first day off. I think of how Shariykah told me yesterday that she would start putting me into intensive training. I have dreamed of an opportunity like this for about two years now. Well, at least this in particular. I've always been an altruistic person, and wanted to help the world. I'd never thought that I'd have a chance this direct, unless she was pulling my leg. She could be some type of demoness, some kind of temptress from hell waiting to devour my soul, but I doubt it. I think Hell, if I have to give my soul to some demon, it'd probably one like her.
Charming, beautiful, powerful and, most of all, she said she loved me. If I were to pledge myself to this woman, I'd have to learn to trust her. I thought about getting some studying done, and I did look through the lecture notes for about five minutes, but then decided I would be fine. As I went about setting up to play some meaningless video game, going with Fallout 3 this time, my cell phone rang.
Without looking at caller ID, I picked up the phone and flipped it open.
Hello, I say groggily.
I hear that Persian accent flow through the phone as if she were there whispering into my ear, "Are you ready to begin? We both know you're not doing anything important."
Startled, I look around. I think maybe she's got some kind of camera she left here, or maybe some kind of scrying implement. I may have not been a master, but I had heard about some tricks the wizards of old used to do.
"You really made this easy to watch you, you know. You left your laptop open. You remember? The one with the built in webcam?"
I look over, and it is indeed in sleep mode and open. I had no doubt that somebody of her power could easily use any camera to her advantage.
I hear her signature giggle over the phone. "I'll be over in about ten minutes."
I ask, "Can't you just teleport or something?"
She says, matter-of-factly, "Well, I like driving." Admonishingly, she adds, "Shouldn't somebody be preparing? Perhaps by steeling yourself for things you've never experienced before?"
I say cheerfully, "All right. You know, we're still boyfriend-girlfriend as of last night, more like betrothed by the sound of it. You don't have to be quite so patronizing."
She suggestively remarks, "You'll get used to it soon enough."
About ten minutes later, I'm in our family atrium as I hear the doorbell ring. My parents are out, and I haven't been able to get ahold of them. I know dad's at work, and mom's probably over at our old grandmother's house.
As I open the door, I see her there, in her green short sleeve tee and her black silken skirt.
I ask her if she wants some tea.
She says, "Sure! I just happen to have a teabag of my favorite tea on me."
Having had a small degree of experience with supernatural energy, I can barely detect a surge of it as she reaches into her purse and pulls out a teabag. I wonder if that was there before I asked her. I think of how hard that must be, to know and understand all the aspects of the chemicals and structure of the tea, the bag, the metal that staples the bag shut, the paper that the bag's wrapped in, and the string that's tied to the staple. All of that knowledge, plus the power to force all that energy to materialize in a split second into a bag without a sound or a blink of an eye, would be required to make that epic little trick. If she expects me to ever get this good, I'm going to have my work picked out for me.
That, or she just happens to carry around her favorite tea.
Either way, I smile and take the teabag from her, and soon we're sitting in our garden. The misters are on, the verdant garden is alive in full bloom, little spiders weaving their webs, ants marching along some of the patio tile in some never-ending effort to bring the entire world's worth of food back to their little den. The leaves gently blow in the hot summer air, and those misters feel damned good.
I look over at Shariykah, and she's reveling in them. She looks incredibly sexy, even just standing under one. Her shirt gets more and more wet, and I can see her nipples through her shirt perk up.
I supress a laugh as I ask"Having fun?". She turns and looks at me, and she must've realized she looks kind of ridiculous, staring head on into the sprayer's head, shirt soaked and dribbling down to the skirt.
She laughs, and comes and sits down. She gazes at me and holds my hand. She asks me if I'm ready to make a big commitment.
I hesitate. I'm assuming she's talking about being with her for the rest of time on earth, provided I survive, and becoming a wizard like herself. As I bolster my resolve, I slowly nod.
She says to me, "If you really want to become a wizard to the degree that I'm suggesting, your current form can't actually handle all the energy. We'll need to make some tweaks, tweaks that will render you alien in appearance. Even if you physically look the same, you'd still need the mask as I do because in your very nature you will have an aura that people will pick up on. This mask also blocks that aura, as it tends to strike fear and awe into those who don't understand it. In short, you're going to get a disguise, even if you stay a human. When I made my training, This is when I picked my form."
I ask, What about my parents? Will I have to hide myself from them too?
She consoles me, "No, of course not. It will be natural to you in your new form, so only those you consciously want to see you can see your true form, or more preferably, those who are strong enough to see you themselves, just as you did."
I ask, "Do I have to do this myself? I mean how does this work...?" I stutter, "I mean, will you transform me, or is it some ancient ritual? Do I have to be a shark too, or something else?"
She chuckles, and coyly says to me, "People have done this since the beginning of time, at least I'm pretty sure. I will definitely help you. Nobody can be expected to do it themselves, that's not happened since the very first."
"The first?" I ask, "Who's that? Is he still alive?"
She closes her eyes, as if straining to remember. "God, it was so long ago. He was ancient even when I was born. He was the first one to ascend as an Archmage. He's dead now, but some say he's reincarnated. Even he wasn't as powerful as I am today, but his true glory was that he did this all by himself. He went around, finding those who were powerful and strong-willed enough to follow his path, and brought them out of their normal lives. He's dead now, died in the eruption of Mt. St. Helens, tried to hold it back long enough for more survivors to escape in time. He saved many people, none of them the wiser that it would've exploded long before had he not been there the entire time, holding it back by himself."
Staring into infinity somewhere over the garden, I ask "What was his name?"
"I don't remember... it's been so long. I never even met him myself, and I'd only been told about him. Even when we were both at our peak, he was one of the most damned elusive people, never took credit for his actions, wanted to be a goddamned force of nature, the guardian angel of the people. That job falls to us now."
I say, "This is a lot to digest. If I know anything at all about all this magic stuff, It won't really matter what I pick to be, will it?"
"No," she says, "The main thing that will happen is that your mental acuity will tenfold, you will be able to manipulate power like never before, being exponentially more powerful than your previous form would be able to handle. The transformation is just an added bonus in the case that you want to stand out to others like us, rather than just making your aura."
Okay. How does it happen?
She just smiles at me for a moment, teeth and all. "You have to forego your will for a time, for interference will reset the process. I'll probe your mind for your most suited, and favorite form, and gradually transform you. It varies from person to person and form to form whether it hurts or not. You'll have other things on your mind, though."
I take a moment. Forgoing my own will? Sounds a little risky, if she really is a demon. Well, I've come too far to back out now. I get to wondering how she's going to do that.
I ask her, "Are you going to hex me and transform me, and go just like that?"
She shakes her head, "No, When I had this happen, I swore an oath to myself. I'd never magically dominate another person. That was actually an unintentional spell cast against myself, so even if I wanted to, I've actually denied myself the capability."
This worries me. I ask "How, then, do I do this? I'm pretty sure my basic survival instincts will come up if you start altering my body, unless I'm..."
I suddenly realize what she has in mind, I have to submit to her will, block everything out except that submission, and stay like that, possibly for an extended period, and It'd have to be willing. She'd have to dominate me.
Physically.
Emotionally.
Painlessly.
She gazes at me with a "You get it now?" type, somewhat conniving grin.
I know she knows that I know, if that makes sense, because I felt her probing my mind while I was staring at her.
We both get up.
We walk to my bedroom.
Shariykah begins to seductively take off her tee shirt, but I stop her.
"Please, I don't want my first time to be in my own parent's house. I'm sure somebody like you can do better."
She looks at me a moment, and nods. She walks back to my door, and she stops and closes her eyes. I can feel the power flowing from the earth to her, as well as some of my own. The light under from the windows being open in the rest of the house suddenly goes black. Shariykah opens her eyes, and she opens the door.
Through the door, there's a lush grotto. The door behind us remains in the wall of a shallow cave. The water from fresh rain is dripping from vines growing off of the cliff that the cave is in. Outside, the view is a stupendously beautiful jungle, sounds of birds chirping their mating calls and territorial warnings, and the nonthreatening hum of distant wings of some insect, likely pollinating the surrounding flowers. The entire area seemed to have an aura, a feel, an ambient energy that calmed just from being there. I'm not talking about just a pleasant environment, I'm talking about a scene straight from the best dreams.
It is at this moment that I realize that my life is over. My life of complacency, of procrastination, of waiting for that one more upgrade item from the World of Warcraft, of mediocrity.
I realize that Shariykah is probing my mind, and I become curious. She's not very subtle about that. She realizes it.
"I'm looking for your ideal form." She says. "Close your eyes."
I close them.
"Open,"
I open.
There's now a bed, four poster, lavishly covered in expensive looking materials and cushions, straight out of an Arabian palace from one of the old folk tales. It seems to be in a bubble. You can't see it but you know it's there.
"It keeps the wind and the bugs out. It'll be useful."
She takes my hand, and guides me over to the bed. She begins taking her clothes off, and I softly say, "Thanks."
"A little better than a standard bedroom, I'm sure. By the way, I've got a time stop over this area, outside of this, everything goes a whole lot slower. You've already got about 6 hours. That means that we have about 2 and a half days here, not that we need that long."
Having taken her shirt off, revealing her flat stomach and her skimpy lingerie. She slowly unclasps her bra, and lowers it. For the first time, I set eyes on her naked breasts. I'm unable to avert my eyes, having never seen anything so beautiful, nor as unbelievably sexy. The smooth, D cup breasts, slightly wet but not sweaty, with pink half-dollar sized nipples perked up from the slightly chilly air.
"Like what you see? You're going to become very good friends with them soon enough."
She proceeds to pull down her skirt and panties in one swift motion. My eyes drift down to her soft, pink vulva. I'm immediately swamped with her heavy, pheromone laden scent that permeates the air around it.
She takes my hand, and my clothes disappear. I glance over, seeing how they're neatly folded and clean over near the door that's still in the cave wall. By now I'm painfully erect just from looking at her, my eyes roaming over her curvaceous body.
"You must submit to me completely. If you don't, something may go wrong. You have to put your energy into mine, and my energy can't be disturbed."
I'm nigh intoxicated by the smell that her wet sex is emanating. She smiles, and rolls on top of me. As she straddles my head, she lowers her hips gently onto me, presenting my mouth with her sex. I reach around behind her and start massaging over the upper part of her tail, and I open my mouth as I taste her for the first time.
Her lubricants are nothing short of perfect, and I begin to lap at her vulva. I'd read about cunnilingus, but it's not nearly the same as experiencing it firsthand. The texture of her smooth vagina is to die for, as the juices keep flowing.
She gasps as I lick over the little nub toward the top of her slit, and grinds her hips just a little harder into my face. I keep licking over her entire slit, as one of my hands slides down to my own groin. As I'm about to grasp my modest 7 inch length, she stops me by brushing my hand away with her tail.
Sternly, she says "This isn't all fun and games; you must do as I say. Give in completely, my desires are your desires. Your thoughts aren't important right now. The focus must be on me."
I do my best to nod, And continue licking over her slit.
"Deeper."
I push my tongue through into her treasure, her inner passages clenching rhythmically over my tongue as the juices flow. Endlessly they flow it seems, getting all over my face and soaking into the sheets. She begins to moan as I do my best to massage her clit and her insides in turn, bringing a hand up and inserting it into her passage as I dedicate my tongue to worshiping her clitoris.
She moans louder as I slowly insert a second finger into her depths, and begin slowly thrusting them. Still the lubricants flow, still those magnificent hips slowly, slowly grind against my mouth. All that matters is her. I go faster as she gets more excited, more juices flow, the scent gets stronger, I lose myself a more and more. This goes on for so long, that I lose track of time completely.
She gasps again and again as now three of my fingers are sliding rapidly in and out of her, and I continue licking that delicious nub. The taste is wonderful, addictive even, but that doesn't matter. I need to make her tip over the edge, but that doesn't take long. She's clenching faster and faster and is holding her breath, eyes held closed as she's now leaning over me, arguably humping my mouth.
Finally, she tips over. She lets out a long moan, and I slide my fingers out of her as I put my mouth over her opening. Her cum is flowing out almost faster than I can drink it, but I do so without a second thought, almost choking once or twice. At the back of my mind, I feel a twinge, but it doesn't matter. She smiles, and relaxes. I don't know how long it's been by now, it must've been at least an hour. She rolls off the top of me, and I realize I've climaxed without even realizing it.
"It's done, you're going to transform. I picked a snake for you, with a beautiful pattern. I'll let you see for yourself once it's done. For now, it'll go faster if you stay in a relaxed state. Are you hungry?"
I nod weakly. I feel different. My body can... just do more. I can feel that it's a veritable conduit of supernatural energy, and with training I'll be able to manipulate vast amounts of it. Potentially cosmic amounts. I still feel unbalanced, for lack of a better term. I think I can feel my own soul, and not in some half-assed way. I can literally feel my soul, and it just feels... out of shape.
She looks down at me, and says "Your soul now has atrophy in comparison to its true potential. As I bring it back to normal, your transformations will accelerate. It's a bad idea for you to leave before you're finished, but luckily we have all the time in the world."
She pats the bed next to me, and I slide up the bed, stopped around her breast. She lovingly smiles at me, and leans down to kiss me. She licks her own cum off of my face, and I push hard into her kiss, all the pent up passion that I've saved for however many years having finally come out. We kiss for a long time. Time doesn't seem to matter anymore. It's already so slowed, and on top of that it's even slower outside. I relax completely, as she pulls me into her breast.
She reaches down and puts her nipple up to my mouth. In the completely relaxed state that I am, I can feel our energy melding together as I latch onto her nipple. I suckle softly, and to my delight I'm rewarded with the taste of milk. I continue to gently draw milk out of her breasts, savoring the taste. Only now do I realize I've not had breakfast, and am actually hungry. I relax even more as I snuggle up to her, and a grin spreads upon my face.
Above me, I'm sure she's smiling, kissing into my... I can't feel any hair. I must be transforming already. All that matters now is her breasts. The milk seems to be nourishing my soul as well. I can feel the pangs of hunger in my stomach and the sickliness of my spirit both subsiding, giving way to warmth. Her milk was warm, her body was warm, and as I drew her close I could feel another kind of warmth.
I can feel her love. She loves me. I love her. We both know, and no words are needed.
It's raining in the jungle, and the soft patter of the rain into the jungle canopy added even more to the atmosphere. I could feel the changes as the hunger subsided. Skin turned to scale, spreading from my head all the way down to my toes. My pupils become slits rather than the round, human appearance. I hope I retain my eyelids. I test, and I see that I can still blink. I can feel that my toes are now three instead of five, and there are claws off of each one. I now have a genital slit, and my newly formed hemipenes have retracted into them. My mouth is wider, more like a snout. I can still pucker my lips enough to suck on her breasts, so I keep drinking her ambrosial milk.
My muscles become stronger, My mind becomes faster, capable of processing and visualizing more, more easily. I have no doubt that I could slip into meditation in less than a minute, maybe instantaneously with some practice.
I finally detach, and look down at my coloring. My underbelly scales stretch from my chin to my groin, and they alternate white and a burgundy red, and shift over to a brown and black scale pattern, striped horizontally with wavy, organic lines.
We kiss again, this time smelling her mouth as the same time with my newly grown Jacobson's organ at the same time. My longer, bifurcated tongue probes her mouth as she does the same, kissing sideways and locking our muzzles together as we share our tastes.
We eventually detach, and both get up. We get dressed, and the bed's gone again.
I ask, "Can we come back here again?"
She replies, "Of course, love. We can even make another place like this, eventually. Our own little sanctum."
I can feel my mask finally go up, my presence hidden to all but my beloved, nobody knowing the difference. I look at my watch, and only three hours have passed.
I smile, and we both walk back through the door, back into the real world. I can't wait to see what else Shariykah has in store for me, and I look forward to spending eternity with this woman.
I can't wait.
Because I don't need to anymore.
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