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All That Glitters Part 1

The lift of musk from the pages demonstrated the age of the book that this man was looking through. Over the course of days his eyes had been glued to these many books with every one of them being older than the last. When this man turned the page another thick wave of page dust lifted, filling his lungs with the smell of musk once again. The ink that stained the page setting well on it, preserving the information held within, and even where faded in some places his finger moved over the quill set in that vial to trace back over the lines that would have been lost long ago if generations hadn't been transcribing what was detailed here. Each page that he turned taught him something new, advancing his knowledge of the craft that he'd chosen, that his almost shining blue eyes would had set him on the path of. Another turn of a page and another new vast arch of knowledge that he would be re-writing into the book to make sure that the information remained for the next person that happened by after he was done here, but for every word that he scribed the information would be better implanted into his memories, allowing him to recall what he was learning that much clearer. This tower was one that taught and trained those with magical talents, allowed them to learn their skills in a safe manner outside of the influence of the world around them. While his trainer tended to venture about the tower to check up on this young man, this apprentice, most of the time this training mage was given the task of learning the contents within the books that he'd been provided and scribe down the faded words to keep them preserved.

The sway of his brown hair was cut like that of a person who'd been brought in to train, the long movement of his bangs occasionally falling over his face where his ink covered hand would be lifted to wrap it behind his ear, smudging the ink along the brim of this and through the tresses of brown just before he'd turn his attention back towards that picture he'd worked to redraw. It was a ring, there was no doubt about it, but the information captured within the pages only listed it as having "great power over the mind". It was something vague, something left to the imagination. Maybe such a detail was left out on purpose, more information simply never being recorded to begin with, but what was known about this ring was the general location within a golden room built into a castle basement that had been buried within a mountain once the kingdom had fallen. The details of where the ring should be was there, just not what it did. The more this man read these words the more he recognized the information that was provided. His father having been a herder had taken him on such paths before, and he remembered a cave that he'd been asked to never enter due to a pack of larger monsters that had come to inhabit it. Such creatures wouldn't be an issue with the right selection of spells, though, and with a lift of his body from that seat and his hand wrapping around the spine of this book the young man would head up the long spiral stairs towards the top of the tower looking for his trainer.

"Master?" he called out softly like a mouse squeaking for cheese. Those blue eyes turning around the room until they rested on the white haired man the sat down on a seat. The turn of that head granted his attention to this man, but when he lifted a brow it showed that he recognized that book that was being held.

"What is it, Zaran?" That cracking old voice spoke out to him, beckoning the boy to approach.

The man was taken back by the look in those older blue eyes looking almost like ice while he approached slowly. "I found this picture in your book of a ring, and I think I know where it is."

With this the man lifted his shaking body from the seat, stepping his way slowly towards this man in order to stand close to him so that the two could look at the old dust filled pages together, but upon seeing that ring he only shook his head to the man. "No, that is not an item that's worth sacrificing yourself for. It's safer kept where it's at. Return to your studies."

"But I.." The man began, only to have the sharp look of the old man turn to him quickly.

The surge of air rush through the top of this tower, something that silenced Zaran instantly, and even drove him to take a step back, "I said no! Now return to your studies."

The demand was set forth and left the young man to retreat down the stairs back towards the library of the tower. The book in his hand finding it's proper place down on top of the desk that gave him room to sit back down within the old wooden chair in front of it. The sight of this desk left him to sigh across the surface of it. Zaran didn't understand why he couldn't go out and fetch it, maybe the master didn't think that he could handle such a task, maybe he felt that this man didn't have the spells or cunning needed to get in and out without danger washing over. Regardless of the reasoning this was a chance for him to put his teachings to work, a chance to prove that what he'd been learning was something more than just tricks and trades, but an actual useful tool that could help him. With his fingers gripping the top of that table Zaran would lift himself, bring himself up to stand, and with a determined look in his eyes wrapped his robe around his figure to venture from this place and out into the depths of the world past the village and through the farm lands with his blue eyes set and focused on the distant mountain range that he grew up in and knew well.

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The briskness of the air around him, the wind that kicked up to lift his robe to the side, it left him with an easy and expected shiver that took over his figure. The Mage's Tower had been warm, but now that he would outside of it the thick magics that coursed through the place left him not only chilled, but feeling the shake from where they no longer filled him with their energies. Zaran still had his own, and with his confidence in his studies it was time to start out on this local quest, to try and find out if the place he'd been speaking of was the same that was mentioned in the book. Those blue eyes focused, shoving the feeling of cold to the side, and with a flash from them he'd race his way across the land at high speed, those people around him seeming to slow down entirely as he darted between them, ducking and dodging to avoid running straight into his townsmen. The swift movement of his body left the image of his own body trailing behind him, an image following him left by the speed itself that helped drive him across this town. The cobble streets calling out like drums against his feet in every single step that he took down, even his robe was lifted and pulling against him thanks to this fast race that he'd put himself into, but when the stone streets turned to dirt paths, and towering walls gave way to subtle farmlands his progress would slow. The movement of him across that well beaten dirt ground lifted the dust behind him, but even that wouldn't last long as his dirt path would also fade away into the tall grasslands that licked across his robed hips and legs like whips cracking against him. When his body came to a stop the glow of his blue eyes would fade, and turn slowly to the side as he looked on at this cave. The book had said that it was in a room under a mountain that swallowed a castle, and the ruins of the castle itself were still very evident from where the mountain had shifted to allow such a thing to crumble down into the nook created by such an occurrence.

Even as Zaran approached this cave, the thick heat from those within sent a wave of warmed musk to roll out of that cave like a canon being shot constantly. The smell was that of hot sex leaking from those stone walls and out into the sky around him even while he was forced to descend into the depths of that dark den of sex and arousal. Those blue eyes focused inward, unable to see anything while he descended into the depths of this cave, but the further he got the stronger that scent became and the deeper his own panting grew. Zaran could already feel his thickness swelling in the pants under that robe, the feeling of the fabric pushing back only driving him to be more uncomfortable down here as he was forced to continue walking. If it wasn't his blue eyes soaking energy from the tower to feed his sexual drive, it was them soaking the erotic energy from places like this that drove it even more. While those teeth parted to pant deeply to the sent of that hot musk washing over him, covering him, soaking into his clothing and skin, the very idea of just being in here left him to fight his own hand away from his thick and throbbing male rod. A mindset that faded instantly when he saw the movement of something against the wall on the other side of this cave.

At first he couldn't tell what it was, the shifting up and down movement leaving this young mage to step in just a bit closer before his eyes widened and he backed away again. The little light that existed in here allowing Zaran to see the minotaur that sat there leaned on that wall with a strong and sticky hand sliding up and down the length of that thick, hard, red bovine dick. The slick ooze that trailed down from the head, passing over that Minotaur’s knuckles showed that this creature was close, that he was about to blow, the sight of it, and the very image that this man was seeing in front of him, made him want to join this beast, made him want to grind his own meat along that shaft. This man found himself staring on, unable to turn away, unable to step forward or back while he watched that bovine handle himself so perfectly, so professionally. Again Zaran found his hand near his dick, that arm locking up only to stop his sneaky hand from accomplishing it's goal, but the desire in the air, the warm smell of sex rolling off of this musky bull was making him want to give in all the more. When the bovine seemed to bark and howl out into the echoes of the cave, the sight of that white cream shooting up thickly into the air, gathering into hot steaming globs of bubbling seed only to fall back down onto the thick chest and face of this minotaur, the human would realize that it was time for him to go. His hand pressed to the wall and while that human finger traced at the rock a rune would form leaving it to glow behind him where nobody else could see just before Zaran was soaked into the sticky cave wall as a shadow to mix with the darkness. His adventure wasn't ending here and he had to find that ring and leave, but even using the energies of this place for his spells left him almost weak in his shadowy knees and left him to stagger as he stepped as an image along the stone of the cave wall and onto the hidden location of that ring.

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No sound, no steps, no presence was felt about this man was he ventured through the cave along the wall as a shadow to perfectly blend in with the other shadows that happened to exist in the darkness of this stone tunnel. The only evidence of his presence at all were two small blue dots that traveled along with him occasionally turning along the wall itself to look around the place. In this form the mage could go anywhere he liked as long as he was along the wall of this mountain, but even that didn't provide swift or safe travel leaving him to need to revert back eventually. For now though he'd take the long tunnels, the branches, forced to head down this cave like a maze as he remained stuck to the walls, but in his spying the magic user gained the important information that he'd have passed by otherwise, information that might save him later on. While in this cave he'd witnessed the first monster, a minotaur, the sight of two others quickly brought to his attention that this place had been overrun at some point with the existence of these things, these bull people, meaning that he'd need to be even more cautious on his way through here. So far nobody had detected him, the sight of them all pleasuring themselves gave an intense desire to this shadow, but without a physical body to react to it became only that slight bit easier for him to resist. He wasn't going to be able to be a shadow on the wall forever, though, and with the sight of a soft glow down a deep and distant tunnel this young man stepped out of the wall across that floor once again, gasping as the energies of this place hit him like running into another stone wall. The flow of lust was already strong when he entered the cave, but it was pretty clear that the sensation of sexual desire wasn't coming from those three minotaurs, but instead this room itself.

The wash of sensation once again entered his figure, the shaking of his knees showed the sudden surge that ran through his very body to leave him panting and moaning against his own breath. The sent of the musk of this cave was still high in the air, already having filled the entirety of this rock tunnel, but that only added to the lustful sensation pooling out of this room like a steam of sensual desire crashing back against his body every time he took a step. The sight of candles touched on the walls were met with a turn of his blue eyes, even the sight of the sway and licking motion of those never melting light sources seemed to crash and pull, looking as though they too had given in to such an amazing desire of heated thrusts and sensual bouncing. These candles coated this room in a red glow, clearly not actually part of the cave where the walls were set with bricks and mortar. A pillar rising up along the two walls opposed to one another leading to the only reason this room still stood with the rest of the castle bearing down on it. All that Zaran could think of was that the room would be a great place to finally be able to jerk his already stiff and throbbing member in privacy, that his grunts and steps made that dick bounce painfully under those robes and pants leaving him slow his approach. When he noticed a candle set right over a table the thought that he could use that bit of furniture to lay down and finger his tight pucker was clearly the mindset that this man was left in. Of course he'd need to remove that rune covered box first, but as his fingers wrapped around the red colored box with yellow runes about it this case would be warm to the touch, like a being trying to remove itself from it's confined prison. This was something to ignore in order to accomplish the goal of pleasure that he'd set aside for himself so entirely focused on the idea of finally seeking to fill himself with the pleasure that this place was calling from him.

The runes glowed in a yellow tone, shifting as he got closer to it, changing in color entirely when his fingers wrapped around the top of the box where the symbols would alter themselves from a yellow to a bright blue that shined well in time with the eyes of this man. There was no latch on this container, however, and when the man went to move this large cube of wood it would open leaving the front of it to fall forward so that the red ring within would spill out across the table. This ring was the only item within the box and was clearly not made of metal at all. With the blue eyed mage looking on at this object his fingers release that lid of that box entirely as the memory of his reason for entering this cave, venturing all the way out here form his tower, would flood back into his mind instant. He was here for this, the ring that now rested on the table in front of him. The sight of it looking squishy and while he took it into his hand that assumption was confirmed instantly with the feeling of his fingers crushing down the soft ring over and over just to test how much so it was. With a sharp tingle in the back of his hand his hand moved all on it's own, the shifting movement of his arm lifting to block the other was it was taken charge of lowered the ring deeper and deeper until finally his free hand could no longer hold his captive arm back to leave him to feel that spongy ring be brought down under that robe and finally slipping the ring around his already very erect member to leave the man gasping and moaning while he felt his mind grow clouded, clustered, and with his blue eyes glowing out again for a second he'd gasp and moan while his back found its way to a stone wall.

The heated desire that coursed through his body left the man gasping out while he worked to try and leave this room, his entire figure having trouble moving, having trouble being controlled while more and more lust was pumped into him. Zaran felt his teeth gritting, his hand no longer able to stop himself as it wrapped around his thickness and then was when he realized the truth about this place. The musk and smell of this cave had come from the minotaurs that had come to live here, but the arousing energies originated from this ring itself, having broken the seal on the box when the castle collapsed and providing a never ending flow of hot arousal from that moment on. His blue eyes so easily affected by the magics around him left this man to give into the desire of that ring finally and stroke his thick and long dick, pulling the robes to the side while he moaned and grunted at the very feeling of stiff member that ended up being gripped in his palm. Long pulls, hard jerks, and a deep panting left him to find his own back pressed against the cool wall, something to allow him to calm even slightly from the deep heat he was feeling rolling from his figure. The course of the lust that flooded his mind, that forced pleasure to be the only thing that he was able to think about, able to even imagine, and leaving him with every single stroke of that rock hard dick to move from the very base of it to the mushroom tip and back down while he crushed his own thickness within that hand.

Each pull of that dick forced another moan from his breath, that voice having at first attempted to remain silent, but soon grew louder and louder as time passed. Before long the calls of his own heated desire rang from his lungs in a deep passion while every single adjustment of his hand left his body with an intense shiver that drove him to feel deeply pleasured by nothing more than his own masturbation. It drew the question to his mind, the very thought of how well things would feel if he continued this tactic and got his other hand involved with his more secret pleasured areas. With his hand still jerking at his cock the other moved immediately in mid thought down towards that rear entrance. Everything about his motions seemed to be outside of his control, he couldn't stop himself, he couldn't prevent himself from even starting, and it was like his body was simply moving all on it's own while his sunk a finger into that tight rear pucker. The spreading of those back lips around that feeding digit almost suckled on the finger entirely as it pushed down more and more around the finger that only pushed deeper and deeper. His back arching at the amazing sensation of his rear being filled with that just before his finger shifted on it's own, curling on place and forcing him to cry out loudly when his depths were spread with the finger pushing and pulling against the small nub within that rear depth. His shivering body leaving him to moan and call out, that jerking motion with his hand giving his palm the feeling of the throbbing cock needing to release that left him almost drooling into that no longer cooled wall he leaned on.

With the warm, sticky, and slick pre leaking from that head already started to lead the way for what was to come. The scent of it, his own hot musk filling the air to mix with what was already there around him constantly as he felt the smells fill his very lungs and soak into his body. The churning movement of his heavy and needy balls finally shrunk a bit as his voice called out loudly in time with his moans. Mouth hanging open while the thick wads of neglected cum shoot forth from the part he'd made in his robe, the feeling of the white cream flowing out of that meat tunnel to climb over that tip and run down it with even more shooting from the heated cock, rising up high into the air before crashing back down in soft splashes across that stone floor. This was only the first orgasm, though, and while his breathing was left in pants and his heart felt like it was about to explode through her chest, the young mage couldn't stop his fingers on either hand from venturing through the depths of his pleasure spots. Even as his mind told his body to stop, demanded that it quit after having released so much, the feeling of his stroking hand only sped up while those fingers brushed across the red cock-ring around his dick. It was there that he realized what was happening. The ring that he'd taken, from the very second that he'd put it on his body had been well outside of his control. The ring was taking over, it was controlling him through his own thick need for sexual pleasure to lustful fulfillment. With that first finger continuing to be suckled on by his tight rear Zaran felt his head lean back against that wall again, unable to stop himself at all while he felt that hand open up another finger to join the first, spreading his tight rear even further while he gasped and cried out easily into the air again while felt another wave of bubbling cream flowing over his knuckles only to drip off of his wrist and down to over his thigh while his jaw shuttered and his body quaked. This time his eyes failed to open, he found himself staring into darkness as his mind faded off into the depths of itself, the second hard climax so soon after the first driving that mage to pass out right there on the spot, despite never being able to feel his body hit the floor.

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The soft grunt that filled his voice drew those blue eyes open in a long and focusing blink. At first everything was blurry around him, but as he turned that sight around his body the image of something moving in front of his face forced this mage to gasp quickly. His hands moved down fast to try and swat at it, but when he found that his arms wouldn't move, that they were being held out to the side, those gasping lips were soon spread with the meaty taste of a thick, long dick that pushed it's way instant into the back of his throat. The blinking that this caused, the taste of salt covered cock made him almost gag, but the flavor of that hot bovine meat drew a warm moan from his lungs that left just before he felt the strong, muscular figure press in against his back leaving this man to finally realize with widening eyes that between passing out in that room and waking up his body had moved itself out towards these minotaur to present himself to them. No longer even able to control his own voice to call out for help his mind felt like it was being pushed down, further and further, and that he was watching his own actions through a window as his bubble shaped butt lifted and pressed backwards against the dick that was grinding between those cheeks. A small circle of his hips left him wide open for that cock to pull down and then push forward, taking him at two different positions while his own human dick sways back and forth between his own thighs.

Those hands were released from the grip of the minotaur that stood behind him so that those large strong hands could wrap around the mage's hips, pulling him more into that huge dick that pushed inward. Being here for so long these cocks were well lubricated thanks to their own masturbation with smooth and thick cream coating the flesh of that hot meat pipe. This allowed the dick to slide in easily, spreading the rear pucker like a nail being forced into a virgin plank of wood, spreading to make room around it regardless of the damage that could be done. With his body being bent forward there was nothing this mage could do but watch as his body was taken so professionally by these two bovine and moan deeply and longingly around the shafts of those towering beasts. That meat tunnel being filled with every heavy thrust that soon brought those fur covered hips straight into his pink skinned rump, popping against it so that the mage's soft cushion could push him right back even while those heavy balls swayed forward with a light arch to tap against those smaller human ones that only jerked Zaran's body forward even more. His hair swaying in time with his dick back and forth against the pressure of that playing member behind him just so that he could be shoved right back again by the hips crushing down against his face to fill his throat and spread it wide. Blue eyes sparkled as he looked up between the two, seeing them both looming over him while he took it, while they gave it, and while his body shivered at the feeling of being used so well.

When that third minotaur found them this man could only watch him approach, see the strong and muscular body carry himself towards this mage with that clear erection perfectly aimed at the young man. There was no resistance, not hesitation, not even the desire to want to try and hold back as that hand wrapped around it, stroking it feverishly with a fast pull and push against his own grip. The throbbing members in his throat and rear delivered Zaran with the perfect knowledge that he was going to be receiving his delicious reward soon for being such a perfectly placed and accepting toy to them. His own cock even throbbing in time with theirs, and those blue eyes rolling to the back of his head while the thrust down his throat forced him down on that dick in his ass that was then used to push him back so that his throat was once again filled, not even having the ability to sway between them as these two took full charge of his motion with only one exception. The feeling of that thick and massive member in his hand driving him further, knowing what was going to happen when all three of them released. With their cocks spreading just a bit at the very last second he'd feel the hard rushing fluid of hot seed flowing up the length of his rear, filling him from one angle while the dick locked inside of his mouth filled him from the other side. The taste of that cum was rich and delicious, the feeling of it's thick cream running down his throat left the young man feeling entirely satisfied just before he felt the cool spray of cum splash over his shoulders and back, that third one finally giving in and releasing for him just as the other two had. That cock ring glowing a bit while joy and triumph faded from these bovine, drawing them into what could only be considered a mindless state while they stepped back from their new master, their own minds banging on the glass that had been set up inside those heads, but nothing would ever break through it and these minotaur would make strong attackers while he claimed other victims.

Zaran tried to call out to himself, speaking loudly from the depths of his own mental block that kept him trapped down. The ring still controlling his body, claiming his mind as it's own and while he stepped from this cave the others would follow, and even now this possessed man could see a close by town of "volunteers" that would love to be able to take this mage's hot body as their own so that this red ring could claim them as well. It was time to build an army.