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Anthro Sex Squad Story 4 - Bizmark's Story

By Killenor

Arc 1 - Origins

Chapter 8

"Good work today Bizmark," Elder Jabebe commented proudly as her protégé finished erecting the tent, "In fact, your progress over these last two days is admirable. Much better than I would have expected, even from a prodigy. You seem to really know your energies."

"I... I can only hope that I retain it well enough for it to be of use elder..." Bizmark said tiredly. His mind was eagerly flipping through magickal facts and formulae, sexual thoughts of Tanja, and the certain knowledge that he must have eaten and slept less than half normal in all the excitement. "I think that I also need to rest now."

Jabebe chuckled softly to herself. As a student of the magicks for over sixty years, she knew well the exhaustion of working with the energies that bound the world. Even so, she had never seen a student so willingly throw themself into study and practice the way this young male had, and certainly none who succeeded so readily. In only a matter of hours since they had first started practice, Bizmark had been able to gather energies from Jabebe and redirect them into a dozen new and clever uses. For her part, Jabebe found that she had not been so satisfied in years, as the only target for comfort energies was herself. Thus Bizmark spent the first while of his training, after formal facts were introduced, working to make the old pachyderm feel at ease.

The facts from the satchels of books Jabebe had brought were tested for veracity by the young mind, and from the truths he found there, he was able to form the rudiments of inquiry that would allow him to work the Veritimil energies. With these, she was pleased to see, he was able to quickly make a magickal index by which he could find any other fact in the books, as well as a rudimentary logical working he could employ to find the veracity of Jabebe's test statements. Wisely, however, she avoided giving him the truth that a lie could carry just as much energy as a fact.

Naturae, the great magick of the growing world, was found in abundance out in the fields. With this, Bizmark found harmonies and conflicts he had never considered to exist before. With it he also was able to identify the differences between the flow of natural energy and that worked by the essence of sentient mortals. In only three hours, Bizmark had attuned himself to the natural world to such an extent that he could find artifacts buried beneath the ground or otherwise hidden away, feeling only for the disturbance that the will of the maker had left upon the otherwise natural material.

At night he pored over the tomes of magickal theory and philosophy, absorbing every nugget of information he could. At times, as she kept watch against the night, Jabebe worried that this promising student would suffer a burn-out, or worse, a disappointment because of the speed at which he devoured knowledge. Also amongst her worries was that, though he took to the working of magicks as a fish to water, he had not yet displayed an energy to which he was best attuned.

Every worker of magicks in the wide world, as she was aware, possessed extraordinary talent with one or two of the specific energies. Though anyone could learn the very basics of any of the powers, each person's identity, preference, and will attuned them to a particular outcome. Similarly, though a prodigy was capable of rapid learning and great mastery over the magicks, they inevitably found that one special energy they favored most. Unfortunately, Jabebe simply didn't have the vastness of information, nor the personal resource, to test Bizmark with every iteration of the powers.

"I want you to really concentrate on sleeping tonight Bizmark." Jabebe said sternly, "I know the urge to read and learn more is strong, but you'll need all four hours if you're to be alert for tomorrow's training and hike back to the settlement for the Decision Day feast. In fact, I won't wake you at all. You just concentrate on rest. You've come a very, very long way in only two days' time."

Beneath her stern, matronly demeanor, Jabebe also bore a look of motherly concern. Though she was not Bizmark's blood relative, the elders and matrons all raised the young of the tribe together and tended to express the same feelings for each of the young. To soften the mood and send the strapping lad to bed, Jabebe brushed her hand across Bizmark's face, smiling softly as her hand passed over his handsome features and strong, masculine tusks. With that, she took a seat out and away from Bizmark's tent, intent on keeping watch throughout the whole of the night if necessary.

Inside, Bizmark had never felt so tired in his life. As soon as he laid out his sleep-roll and shucked himself of clothing, he felt that the ground might well come up to meet him and spare him the effort of lying down. His eyes closed for but a moment, sleep weighing heavily upon him, when he noticed a problem with his body's demands for rest.

He was erect again...

What was wrong with me, he thought anxiously as he felt the insistence of arousal battle with the tempting lure of sleep. It hadn't been three days since his last sexual encounter, a good-bye mating from Tanja, but his eager young body was simply pulsing with...

...energy? Yes! It was more than just desire, he felt, resting a hand against his swollen and tingling member.

It was... magick!

Somehow, some way, Jabebe's books had neglected to say anything about mating having an energy of its own. But to his prodigal senses, he could feel it coursing through his being, concentrating in his tumescent genitals. Initially, he had imagined that any sort of 'sex magicks' would have to have been bound into Naturae. But with a stroke of his hardened, ready cock, he was certain!

He must have been collecting the energy this whole time without even knowing it! All of the females he had been mating with, they must have been giving him more and more and, in his ignorance, he never realized it meant anything! Oh what tricks he could make with this!

All notions of sleep forgotten in his new burst of inspiration, Bizmark began quickly to work his stiff dick in his hand, relishing in the pleasurable sensations that concentrated there and spread throughout his form. He found that, as he did this, his mind focused on the energies within him. Experimentally, he tried commanding the magick to do something for him... anything... just to test its use. Immediately, images of Tanja's slender form surged into focus. Somehow, it was like she was in the tent with him! He could see her, lying beside him naked, playing with herself in time to his own ministration. Also recalled were all the times they had been together, exploring new ways to make themselves, and their partner, feel that wonderful rush.

More! Bizmark's mind cried out to the power within him, calling for it to show him all it could. Unbeknownst to him, his minds fevered desires were heard, cascading away to the waiting ears of beings far beyond his comprehension and even things yet beneath his notice. The magick would allow this prodigy to know the wonders of which it was capable, for this prodigy had the mark of talent, the weight of destiny, and the will of passion bound within. In the capricious, passionate, and ultimately fulfilling way of Eroticka, the magicks of all things sex, complied with his request.

***

Tanja sat up suddenly in her tent, woken from a sound sleep. Without any understanding of how, she came to her senses to find that she was almost painfully aroused. Alone in the dark, the only clear thing was the snoring of the other females all around her. Her every move sent the fabrics of her clothes brushing against sensitive parts, some that she had not ever even considered sensitive before. Her aching body begged for release and her mind turned to Bizmark. She hoped that somehow, out there with one of the Elders, he was thinking of her too. Her hands slipped between her tight, slender thighs and found her hot, wet slit almost immediately.

And suddenly, there she was, out on the plains. She heard Bizmark's rapid breaths from the tent nearby and the rapid motions of his hand as well. It didn't matter how she had gotten there, nor did she care. All that mattered was that he was there, in the tent so near her, and he was in need. All thoughts vanished beside her desire to be with him.

A field of stars, brilliant against their satiny dark firmament shone out the brighter with the advent of the new moon. So stark was the light against the pale grass of the plain that Tanja needed assistance to see. Of course, such was the pull of Eroticka that gripped her soul that she'd have found her lover in a dark labyrinth as simply as if he had been beside her. The flimsy tent flap was nothing like such an obstacle.

Then, she was there. He looked almost surprised to see her, not the least bit concerned with her seeing him there, cock in hand. His eyes were filled with lust for her, just as she was certain hers were for him. Without a word they were together, a melding of masculine and feminine as basic as life itself. Their bodies met effortlessly, thrusting and moaning before their conscious minds had a chance to register.

On into the night Bizmark and Tanja made passionate, primal love. Their bodies charged by the others burning passion bringing them to the peak of enjoyment time after time. For hours they continued, never breaking as the magick fueled them, driving the need for water and rest from their bodies and infusing their essence with pure and natural energy.

Dawn's first light broke just as the couple climaxed together for one final time. They sent their cries of passion rumbling out across the landscape, shuddering across the grass and dirt as they finished, he inside her. Finally they fell apart, breathing heavily and thoroughly worked. Still, despite their efforts, they felt alive and full of energy. For many long moments they lay there, doing nothing but breathing and basking in the afterglow of an all-night romp.

Their eyes focused on their tents. They were alone again.

At least, that is what Bizmark thought before Elder Jabebe rolled over, put her arm around him, and whispered, "That was just... amazing," in his ear.