Message-ID: <14996eli$9809040540@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Kristen78@aol.com Subject: "The Magician's Tower" by Kristen (mortal,immortal) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: --------------------------- cut here --------------------------------------- Archive name: magic.txt (mortal,immortal) Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker Story Title : The Magician's Tower Last revised 9-3-98 -=*=- The only thing I ask is that you don't remove my name from my work, and that you don't make any changes to my story. Otherwise do what you will. -=*=- The Magician's Tower By Kristen Kathleen Becker This story is set in a time before time -- in a mythi- cal England that may never have existed, in the realm of a majestic lord. Magnus the Great was the Malinov court magician, a most powerful figure; respected and a little feared by one and all. To reach his pinnacle of power, the Great Magnus chose to remain celibate all his life. That is, until he took a young waif in as an apprentice. -=*=- "So tired. . . so very tired. . ." he mumbled as he squinted at the manuscript propped on the cluttered table. The wind moaned through the cracks and crevices of the ancient tower room causing the fire in the brazier to dance in its sconce. Magnus of Malinov Heap rubbed his tired eyes. He felt used up, almost as if he was nothing but a dried husk of his former self. He had seen so much, and had done things that couldn't even be spoken of, they were so horrible. He knew that the oracle had issued her frightful pro- phecy of his passing, to have revenge on him for what he had done to her and her allies. Everything he had done had been for the good of the realm, and he wouldn't do it differently even if he had the chance to change things. 'Ah well. . .a court magician's fate is a cruel one,' he thought. Now that the Winter Solstice was upon him, the prophecy would come to pass; he knew this, but still couldn't interpret what it truly meant. He had worried about this day for many years, ever since the old witch-thing had spoken of his fate. The words rang in his head like swords clashing in bat- tle, "Thou shalt feel the heat of the stroke of youth upon yer body, as thee pass over the threshold of life. This shall come to pass on the twenty-second hour of the twenty-second day, of the twenty-second year. Make yer-self ready, for ye cannot change yer fate, fore it shall come to pass on this earth, on that day, and at that time o' year." The magician sat at his table, the cold creeping into his bones, almost like the fingers of death tightening their grip upon him. He could hear the faint sounds of the feasting far below in the great hall, but cared not for the festivities of the chattel. 'Let them make merry, one day their fate will come and they will not even know that it has arrived to take them,' he thought bitterly. With a sigh, Magnus rose from his table and shuffled across the room to the door of his study. Calling out in a cracking voice, "Kat, where are you lad? Bring me drink, I'm as parched as the winter fields." 'Where was that boy?' He thought. He was a good lad, and the magician wasn't really as upset with him as it might appear, but he was thirsty and needed drink. Just then the young apprentice burst though the door, with breathless concern for his master. "Oh noble Magnus, I had no idea of the time. I was watching all the lords and ladies, and knights below. They look so wonderful and gay, I must have lost track of the time! Please forgive me master." The apprentice held up a steaming mug of mulled-wine with both hands as if in supplication, a worried and concerned look in his eyes. The magician looked into the youth's clear shining face, and thought to himself for the hundredth time, 'Why does this lad pull at my heart-strings so?' At first, Magnus had just been attracted to the lad's winning ways, his willing and intelligent nature. That's why he had taken him as his apprentice in the first place. But over time his feelings for the young boy had become something more. The magician tried to deny it, but what he felt for the apprentice was almost. . . sexual. He had a hard time accepting that thought and shook his head in silent denial. He hadn't actually had physical relations with another person...ever. He had never allowed himself to get close enough to any woman. . . they were dangerous and full of intrigue. Sadly, he thought about all the warring and death he'd seen in the past, and sighed again. As the magician moved back to his worktable, he caught the youth looking at him with shining eyes. He was momentarily confused. This boy made him feel. . . aroused. . .that was the only word he could think of to describe what he felt. Ashamed of these feelings, the magician took the proffered mug from the lad and turned to his table with a tightening in his throat. "Master, you look so very tired." The youth moved to the magician's side. Magnus wanted to tell the boy to let him be, but could not. The young apprentice reached out and touched the magician's arm in concern. "Master are you all right? You look flushed and over- heated. Have you been worrying about the prophecy again? You mustn't! I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. I'll watch over you this night, and every night after too." The tired magician smiled at his young servant, trembl- ing slightly with premonition. He had a strong urge to reach out and kiss the lad, to hug his young handsome body to his own. These thoughts made his heart beat faster, he could almost feel the blood coursing through his veins. The youth misinterpreted Magnus' appearance as fear, and stepped up close to him, taking him into strong young arms. Magnus felt the youth's arms around him, felt their skin touching, smelled the boy's fresh scent, and breathed it in deeply. The magician began to cry silently as the youth hugged him tightly to his breast. Before he knew what he was doing, the great Magnus was pressing his lips to the young lad's. To his great surprise, the boy didn't pull away in disgust, but kissed him back with youthful passion. They stayed in that sinfully intimate embrace for a long while, kissing and hugging each other, when finally Magnus was able to bring his emotions into check, pulling himself slightly away from his child apprentice and said, "Young Kat, this is not right. I must stop this unholy thing that I am doing to you. I'll not take advantage of your youth, nor your love for me as your master. Forgive me, and forget what I've just done to you this night. I beg for your forgiveness." His apprentice stood close to Magnus and whispered, "Master, tis true, I do love you, and tis also true that I am a youth. But master, you have done nothing here today that I did not want you to. I have pined for you since the very beginning when first we met." The older man turned away not wanting to show his tears, but the young apprentice would not let him. Kat reached out for the older man's shoulders, bring- ing them face-to-face. "Master, I wish to lie with you this night. I wish to please you, and give you the gift of my youth. It is all that I have to give, but I sense that it will restore you from the melancholy that I see in you." Magnus was shocked by the boy's unabashed words, but it was undeniable, he could feel the lust building deep within his body for this youth. He had thought that such feelings had vanished many years ago. To his surprise, he felt young, he saw himself through the eyes of the youth who stood before him. There was a lustful look written on the apprentice's smooth face, proving that what he had said was not from pity. He looked just like an angel, long shiny hair framing a clear complexioned face. How lovely the fresh young lad appeared, how lovely, thought the magician guiltily. The youth moved his strong, well-formed hand under the Magician's robe, touching him with a tentative, almost shy movement, then he wrapped his fingers around the older man's expanding member. The magician gasped at the feel of Kat's cool, firm hand on his sex. It was a wonderful feeling, something he'd never expected to feel in his life. The young apprentice looked up at the mighty magician and smiled a most beautiful smile, taking the older man's breath away. Magnus thought to himself, 'How could I have not noticed how beautiful this young lad was all this time we've been together.' As if reading the magician's mind, his apprentice moved closer to him, and pressed soft lips to his master's, in a deeply passionate kiss. Then without a word, the youth bade the older man to stand and led the dazed magician to his bed chamber, still massaging his manhood as they moved. Magnus couldn't believe what was happening to him. Sex with another male had never been even a passing thought in his mind before. But, this boy had complete control of him now. He would do whatever was asked of him, his mind, and body where on tender-hooks. He had to experience what was to come, whatever was going to happened. . . Even the slightest touch, a kiss, even the smell of the boy's arousal took his will away. He couldn't resist, he didn't want to resist, he wanted the sen- sations that his young lover was giving so willingly. It didn't matter that he had built his fame and reputa- tion over many years, and that he might be brought down by such an illicit love affair. He didn't care any longer, all he wanted was the youthful pleasures that this boy could offer him. As his young apprentice pulled his robe away, the magician wished regretfully, that he'd employed a female, at least it would have been respectable to his lord, and the other nobles of the heap. Closing his eyes, Magnus lay back to receive the wel- come attentions of the man-child who had become so dominant in their relationship all of a sudden. He was making this happen. The magician opened his eyes long enough to reassure himself that there truly was love and lust written upon that handsome face hovering over him. The old prophecy ran through his thoughts again, "Thou shalt feel the heat of the stroke of youth upon yer body, as thee pass over the threshold of life. This shall come to pass on the twenty-second hour of the twenty-second day, of the twenty-second year. Make yer-self ready, fore ye cannot change yer fate, fore it shall come to pass on this earth, on that day, and at that time o' year." Was this what it meant? Was this lad going to bring him to ruin, and take his place as Magician at Malinov Heap? He jerked as his lover began to manipulate his engorged member again. He still couldn't believe it was really happening. The magician opened his eyes to the sight of young Kat positioned over him, young innocent face poised over him, intent on his work. The young man gracefully tossed his long hair over one shoulder, tucking the remaining strands of golden hair behind an ear. Then, to the magician's amazement, the youth leaned forward and with moist soft lips, encircled the older man's cock-head, then slid his lips down to engulf him to the hilt. The magician's mind was reeling, sensa- tions were overpowering him, worries were completely forgotten as he began to uncontrollably hunch his hips toward his beautiful young lover's mouth. This unholy scene went on for many minutes, until the youth stopped the rhythm, pulling soft sucking lips away from his master's now very erect member. "Master, I have something I must tell you. . ." The magician was so aroused and felt such intense disap- pointment that his young apprentice had stopped his wonderful sucking of him, that all he could do was plead. His breath was coming in gasps as he whispered, "Please Kat, please don't stop now. . . Please. . . Please. . ." Kat looked down at the magician with a look of love and caring shining from clear blue eyes, and shrugged. Pulling the coarse robe of a servant up to his thighs, the youth moved up the magician's body, until the old man's organ was pressed firmly against the other's crotch. A hand reached down to caress the magician's now slick, hot member, rubbing fluids around the cock-head, making Magnus writhed under the other's attentions. Then amazingly, the old man felt his shaft engulfed by a moist warm thing. He opened his eyes again, wondering how his young apprentice could have reached him with his mouth, sitting so far forward on him. His eyes went very wide, as he saw this youth rhythmically riding his erection. The boy was making love to him, somehow. Magnus was confused, but the feelings of his aroused body where quickly overpowering his reasoning. He was reaching a level of pleasure that he had never exper- ienced before in his celibate life. He reached for the youth's hips, running his hand up either side of his waist, underneath his robe. The boy's skin felt won- derful to him. His freshness was truly a gift, the older man thought as his body surged beneath his apprentice. Having never felt anything like it before, the magician keep searching the youth's body with trembling hands, the young body rhythmically bouncing above him felt so delightful to touch. He ran his hand to the youth's chest, meaning to help support the boy, when the palms of his hands ran across large, swollen nipples. The magician had the fleeting thought that it was strange. Magnus felt his seed begin to stir from deep within him; his apprentice's energetic sexual rhythms bringing him to an unfamiliar peak. Beginning to loose control of his own body, the magician moved his hands downward cupping the boy's sweet breasts. ((BREASTS!!)) What had he just felt, what was. . .? His young boy, wasn't a boy after all. He looked into the eyes of his lover. She smiled back at him lovingly, increasing her pace atop him. As full realization dawned on the old magician, his body bucked violently as his sperm spasmed from his depths, and was forced out of his jerking body into her young nubile one. Spasm after spasm racked his body, as Magnus fought for breath. In his whole life, he had never felt anything like this before. The young woman mounted on top of him kept up her relentless pace, rubbing her young mound against his, seemingly to draw every dram of his life-force from him. He couldn't breathe, he was becoming light-headed, darkness enveloped the magician as he lost conscious- ness. The last thing he saw or heard, was the young woman's moans of passion as she orgasmed at his passing. . . The last thought. . . "Thou shalt feel the heat of the stroke of youth upon yer body, as thee pass over the threshold of life. . . -=*=- The sun shown in dusty streams through the high glazed windows. The tower room was brightening more with every passing moment. A stray beam of sunlight burst across the young woman laying carelessly naked on the bed. Her beautiful blue eyes fluttered open as the warm sun played across her perfectly-formed body. She yawned and stretched in contentment, finally look- ing at her sleeping lover. Reaching out to caress his cheek, she bent close and kissed him to wakefulness. "Oh wondrous woman," were his first words. "How could I have not known? Look at you!, you are beautiful! What am I to call you now!? It can not be Kat anymore." "Master, my real name is Katherine, and I would have told you about myself last night, but you were too impatient," she said, all the while she stroking his cheek lovingly. "Well beautiful woman-child, let us descend the stairs to the great hall, and greet the day! I feel like celebrating at the Solstice feast all of a sudden, and won't Lord Malinov be surprised when I present my "new" apprentice at court," he chuckled. Katherine wrinkled her nose with a lovely smile, then taking on a serious expression, replied by reciting the first line of the ancient prophesy that had worried the magician for so many years. "Master, "Thou shalt feel the heat of the stroke of youth upon yer body." Then her beautiful face brightened and she burst into delightful giggles of mirth, "And all I can say is I certainly felt the heat of your strokes last night!" They laughed together, and hugged. The magician thought to himself, 'I don't care, just so I live another night, that will be enough, and any days left to me, will be more worthwhile than all the days that came before.' They didn't actually make it down to the great hall until early afternoon that day. But when they finally did reach the ground floors of the Malinov Heap, they added their gay voices to the general merriment, and received many an amazed stare. The moral to this story. . . "No fool like and old fool." 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