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Sexual Material, story meant for people over 18.
Hey Kids, go away! Oh, did you think I meant it
in a mocking manner and was talking to you? Well if
you're under 18 then you are absolutley right. Go away.


Conventions of Magic
by Alexi92

	It was the low point of the convention. It was the low point every
year. But they just couldn't have a convention without speeches. Well
they could, but then, as Zola had once pointed out, they'd just be a
club. And once in a while someone actually came up with something that
was informative. This wasn't one of those years.

	Fortunatley the speakers always kept it brief. The five would talk
about new advances in techno-magic or the current state of affairs in
the demon world. It wasn't until after the speeches that the real
information was spread.

	So after the ambasador from the demon plane finished his speech,
followed by a polite applause, the crowd began to mingle.

	At table 23 Velios, the wizard for the Thicean kingdom, told
Malestro, the Necromancer of the Skull dungeons, about the true fate
of the Thicean queen. The Necromancer found the story incredibly
humorous, especially the parts about rape.

	At table 86 sorcerers exchanged tips about how to keep adventurers
away from their pet dragons.

	At table 49 a group of assistants complained to each other about how
much shit their mentors put them through.

	At table 6 Zola, a wizard with a long grey beard, was gossiping with
Bollasa, a witch with bobbed, blonde hair and a buiness suit that made
her look more like a buisness executive than a powerful magic weilder.

	*So who else is dead?*

	Bollasa considerd the question, going through her mental index of
magicers who had died in the past year. "Toma commited suicide in
October."

	*How'd he do it?*

	"Nuked himself. I understand he took most of the forrest with him.
The locals are calling it the bad lands of death, because anyone who
goes there dies a slow death."

	*Residual radiation?*

	"You know it."

	*Shit, that guy never knew how to proportion that stuff. What about
Eric, I haven't seen him around.*

	"You didn't hear?"

	Zola frowned. *No, what?*

	"Eric's stuck in a time loop. Some woman knight in training was
assigned to take him down and free some townspeople from his reign of
terror. She caught him in the middle of a temporal spell, he turned
and stopped her. Ended up raping her when, boom, the spell goes off
and he's stuck in the middle of a time loop. From what I hear he's
been continualy raping the girl since then."

	*Poor kid.*

	Bollasa's eyes widend. "What?"

	*Poor kid. No one should have to go through that forever.*

	"Zola, you're scaring me. Since when did you show pity?"

	*It just kind of happened one day,* Zola sighed. *I woke up and began
to make happy endings.*

	"Welcome to the club," Bollasa said with a devlish smile.

	*Thanks,* Zola muttered bitterly. 

	Bollasa took a sip of her drink, some fruity thing with an umbrella
in it. "So where's Mala?"

	*I gave her a to a baker and his wife. She's their sex slave, last I
heard.*

	Bollasa choked on her drink. "That's your idea of a happy ending?"

	*Happy for the baker and his wife. Mala deserves everything she gets,
which I understand is a few times a day.*

	"Still Zola," Bollasa sighed. "Good or evil."

	*What about you?* Zola protested. *Still have your husband under that
curse.*

	"Only until he learns his lesson. Besides, he was never my assistant,
only my lackey."

	*So who do you send out to do your bidding now?*

	"I freelance. Which reminds me, have you seen Marlos around?"

	*No. Why?*

	"I promised the guy I hire I'd knee Marlos in the balls."

	At table 135 a young wizard and a powerful sorceress were having a
drinking contest.

***

	Meanwhile, in a small room adjacent to the annual magic convention,
another convention was taking place. It consisted of  cronies,
lackies, and servants. Assistants were one thing, they could use
magic, but these guys were muscle, resources to accomplish tasks
beneath the power of a great mafic user.

	The room wasn't very full, in fact it consisted of less than a
hundred people, those whose masters couldn't do without or were afraid
to leave alone. Only four were women. They sat issolated at a table
while the men got drunk.

	Clara couldn't help but think that since she had agreed to become
Marlos' servant her life had become a lot more interesting. Which was
impressive since until she met Marlos she had been cursed to live as a
wolf except for when she was fucking. Looking at her it would have
seemed strange that no one would want to fuck her, she was a beautiful
blonde woman comparable to story book princess, but to get that way
someone had to fuck her wolf form. She had found a man willing to do
that and she had loved him. But then Marlos offered her a cure and she
became his servant, leaving her lover behind.

	Nowadays she met a variety of interesting people, when she wasn't
sucking or fucking Marlos or one of his guests. And this group was no
different. Ann was a life-sized, magicly animated, rag doll without
the ability to speak. Lyscha was a mix between an android and golem,
although she looked like a thirteen year-old teenager with huge tits.
And Shar. Shar was good looking, in a "glance at me and I'll cut off
your face" kind of way. Except for her head, Shar's entire body was
encased in tight leather: leather pants, leather shirt, leather vest,
leather gloves, leather boots. It was on so tight Clara wasn't sure
how Shar could move, but Shar could move, quickly and gracefuly. One
of the drunk male servants, a thief from the looks of him, tried to
grab Shar's ass earlier and Shar had punched him so far that he
actually seemed to be flying for a while. Since then the men had left
the four women alone.

	Now the four were immersed in a conversation about their duties. Well
almost, Ann, who of course couldn't talk, only nodded or shook her
head and Shar just seemed to be listening because ther was nothing
else to do.

	"Sometimes he makes me lay my head in his lap while he watches
television," Lyscha said in a cute little girl voice that really made
Clara wonder about the android's master. "That would not be so bad but
of course I end up sucking his cock."

	Ann and Clara nodded. They had both been there before. Neither's
master had a television, Clara was too far in the hills to get
reception and Ann was in an area that hadn't reached the level of
technology to produce television, but the cock sucking was the same.

	"So why don't you just leave?" Shar asked half-heartedly.

	Lyscha looked at her in shock. "I can not, he is my master."

	Ann nodded furiously in agreement. Clara understood their situations,
they had been magicly created to serve their masters, it was what they
existed for. Clara wondered under what circumstance she would leave
her own mast... Marlos. They had a deal, she served him, he would make
her cure permanent when it was possible. Technicly, if she didn't mind
living the rest of her life as wolf unless someone shoved a cock in
her, she was free to leave at any time. But for her nothing was more
important than being human. Nothing.

	The thought shook her, so to forget it she asked Shar "What about
you?"

	"First off, I've got a mistress, not a master. I don't want to leave,
she tells me what to do, I do it. I get to kill things. I'm also on
contract."

	Lyscha let out a whistle.

	"Right, so I'm obligated to do what she says for the next four years,
at least. But she doesn't make me do any of that sick shit you guys
have to do, she doesn't swing that way."

	Ann began tapping the table with her fist. There seemed to be some
sort of pattern to it, but Clara couldn't figure it out. But Lyscha
could.

	"Ann wants to know if your mistress ever gives you to her guests as a
gift," the android said.

	"No," said Shar. "My ability to succesfully do her bidding depends on
my mental state, and I can't be expected to kill things
indiscrimanantly if I've undergone something traumatic."

	Lyscha whistled again. "Lucky bitch."

	Shar smiled for the first time that night.

***

	Table 135, round 180. The anti-inebriation spells had disipated
around round thirty. Tellix, young wizard and only inhabitant of the
dark mountains, looked over the top of his shot glass at Natalia, the
sorceress feared throughout the country of Henris. She looked pretty
out of it, although he probably didn't look too good himself.

	He let the sour taste fall down and burn his throat. When he opened
his eyes Natalia had feinted. Tellix smiled and joined her.

***

	The next morning things were sorted out. Tellix remembered making the
original wager for 5 gold pieces. Natalia had goaded him into it,
teasing his youth and inexpierience.

	But as it turned out, as they got drunker and drunker they began to
up the ante. At first they added magical items, and then moved to rare
magical artifacts. From there it went to libraries, to their houses,
to their firstborn. Before they had passed out they had changed the
final wager to a lifetime of slavery to the other, starting that
morning.

	When Zola showed them the contract they had signed Natalia had almost
killed herself. But when she had finished reading the contract in full
she had calmed down.

	Yes, she owed Tellix a lifetime of slavery, but it was never
specified what lifetime, and who the slave would be.

***

	When Shar woke up she had to remind herself who she was. It was a
daily ritual and for some reason it helped clear the cobwebs in her
mind in a matter of moments. She was Shar, chief mercenary for Natalia
of Henris. She had four more years of a ten year contract to complete
before she became a freelancer again. She was at a magic users
convention in the servants room. The android/golem Lyscha had stood
guard over both Shar and Clara as they slept to prevent their rape at
the hands of the drunken men in the room. Today she would travel back
to Henris with her mistress.

	In seconds Shar was completley up, ready to hurt anyone that got in
her way or to obey her mistress' orders.

	A floating apparition of Natalia's head appeared in front of Shar's
eyes.

	"Shar, you are to spend the lifetime of a Bolarian Dragon, roughly
over a year, with the wizard Tellix, during which time you are to be
his slave, obeying his every command."

	"But..." Shar protested.

	Natalia interupted. "According to the contract you signed you must
obey my every order. EVERY order. And now I order you to obey all of
Tellix's orders."

	The floating head disapeared. 

	"Wow, rough," said Lyscha.

	"Can't yo just refuse?" asked Clara.

	"No," Shar said weakly. "I signed a magical contract so now I'm
magicly compelled to follow her every order or at least die in the
attempt to."

	Ann rapped her knuckles against the table again in her rythmic form
of communication.

	Shar and Clara turned to Lyscha for a translation.

	"Ann says, 'Looks like you will be sucking cock after all.'"

***

	When everyone else had left Shar finally got up to go. She finished
the last of her beer. She was slightly inebriated, not enough to cause
any problems, but enough so she could face what was going to happen.

	The situation was just... just... just wrong. She was supposed to
kill things for hire, maybe rough someone up, simple intimidation at
the very least. What she wasn't supposed to be doing was playing
personal semen receptacle to some wizard.

	But now she had to go live with this guy and play with his dick for a
year. It wasn't fair. She had gotten into killing things to avoid this
kind of thing.

	Shar threw her glass against a wall and walked into the main
convention room. He was probably going to be there waiting for her.

	Surprise, surprise. There was one guy left. At least he looked okay.
Not handsome or anything but okay. He looked naive and innocent and
shit. Wizards always did. Unless they looked like those old mountain
men. They were all devious bastards.

	He looked up at her.

	"Um, are you Shar?"

	"Yeah, you this guy I'm s'posed to fuck?"

	"I'm Tellix. I don't know about the sex part. I'm supposed to take
you in as my slave for a year."

	"Yeah. That sounds 'bout right."

	"Are you okay?"

	"Yeah. Why?"

	"You seem a little unsteady."

	Now that he mentioned it she didn't feel too stable. In fact
everything was sort of slipping by.

***

	Shar woke up with a headache in an incredibly comfortable bed. 

	"You're name is Shar," she mummbled. "You are chief mercenary for
Natalia of Henris. You have four more years of a ten year contract
left. Your employer has given you to some wizard as a slave for a
year. You are in a strange bedroom wearing..."

	Shar checked beneath the sheets.

	"...clothes, pajamas, different than the ones you passed out in. More
than likely you have been fucked while you have slept and may be
pregnant if that is what the wizard you now belong to wants. Your life
is now shit."

	And feeling like shit, Shar reflected, while in the middle of a
hangover was not a good feeling. But her hangover was disipating so
soon she would just feel like shit.

	Life just kept getting better and better.

	The door opened, and for the first time Shar got a good, lucid, look
at her new master. And he was looking more than a little concerned.

	"Are you okay?" Tellix asked meekly.

	"I'm fine."

	"And you understand the terms for which you are here."

	"Too well." 

	"Do you think you're feeling well enough to get started?"

	Already? This guy must have really been lonley, first while she was
passed out and now, right when she had just awoken. This kind of
frequency didn't bode well for the upcoming year. The guy was nice
enough, probably one of those people who couldn't socialze if their
life depended on it. Which meant now that he had someone who lived to
do his bidding he was going to let loose the floodgates of his
perversions, all on her.

	"Yeah, I guess," Shar said, a little hostility in her voice.

	"Okay, um just to warn you, I'm usually alone up here. And I don't
get out much, so I'm planning to have you do some things I wouldn't
normally get a chance to."

	Resigned to her fate Shar took her pajama bottoms off. She did it
beneath the covers, trying to keep some dignities for as long as she
could. Of course he hadn't bothered to put any underwear on her when
he had redressed so she was naked quicker than she would have liked.

	"I kind of figured that," said Shar. "My contract with Natalia
compels me to be your slave and do what you command."

	"Oh okay." Tellix smiled, a little uncomfortably. 

	He probably has a problem with slavery, Shar mused darkly. But that
doesn't keep him from taking one when the oppurtunity arises.

	Shar tossed the sheets off her body and turned her body at him, lying
perpendicular with the bed, her bare bottom half emphasized by her
position. She spread her legs wide, almost doing the splits, exposing
her open cunt to him. She thrust her hips toward him.

	Tellix nearly jumped back in shock. "What are you doing?"

	"This is what you wanted right? Some free pussy unable to deny you. A
living sex toy at your beck and call, ready to blow you, fuck you, or
be fondled by you twentyfour-seven."

	He watched her, entranced by her nakedness, a scared expression on
his face. At first she thought she had intimidated him but it wasn't
that type of fear. It was something entirely different and she
realized that what she had been describing was the furthest thing from
his mind.

	Shar snapped her legs closed and pulled the bed sheets over her body,
hugging them to her chest, both embarassed and a little scared. She
had just given him a hell of a lot of ideas.

	Tellix pulled out of his frightened trance and, with a shaky hand,
pulled out a sheet of paper from the depths of his robes. He handed it
to her and she took it from him quickly.

	"I-I wanted y-you to get some sup-plies from the town," he stammered.
"Y-you're clothes are in the closet."

	He left the room in a hurry, not stopping to look back.

	Shar stared at the list and swore.

	"Shit!"
***

One year passed

***

	Zola looked over the program. Marcus was speaking, good, he was
always entertaining. And Ralph was going to be lecturing on the
possibilities of mixing chaos and weather spells. That could be
useful. The rest of it seemed to follow the normal guidelines for the
convention. The only big surprise was that his nephew was going to be
speaking on alchemy breakthroughs. Usually Tellix was afraid of public
speaking, and his alchemy experiments always went so slowly. Something
really must have changed recently for something like this to happen.
Maybe his neighboring village had adapted to motor engines. It would
be interesting to see how things turned out.

	"Is someone sitting here?"

	*No.*

	Marlos plopped down next to Zola, sighing. "These damn conventions
get more tiring every year."

	*What happened to your head?*

	Marlos sighed again. It looked funny coming from a giant parakeet.
Zola corrected himself, a giant parakeet head. The rest of Marlos'
body was still human.

	"After the last convention I had a run in with Bollasa. She cursed
me."

	*What did you do to her?*

	"I don't know. If I did I could start to work on removing this damn
thing."

	*What are the terms?*

	"I've got to figure out what I did to offend her and apologize."

	*Seems fair enough.*

	"I've never even met her before," Marlos protested. "How could I have
pissed her off? No, this was just abuse."

	*Pity.* Zola chuckled to himself.

	"If it weren't for the rules I'd find her right now and blast her."

	*That is not a good idea,* said Zola in a most harsh tone of voice.

	Marlos froze. "I've got to go," he said quickly and left. It wasn't a
good idea to make enemies of Zola's friends.

***

	Once again the crony room was dominated by the male presence. Still,
Clara thought a little proudly, there were more women than last year.
Ann and Lyscha were back at the table as were some new faces. Heather
claimed to be an immortal from before recorded time. Unfortunatley she
had never really learned any useful skills during her long life,
finding it easier to befriend or sleep with those that could help her.
For an immortal she didn't seem very deep. The other newcomer was the
displaced tyrant of an island called Feening, which Heather insisted
on calling England. After she had been kicked out the tyrant, who
never offered her name, only survived because Zola took her in as his
servant. Apparantley Zola was a great and powerful wizard, the name
impressed the others. It meant nothing to Clara. But Marlos didn't
speak much about other magic users, especially after one of them had
turned his head into that of a parakeet.

	Whoever that was Clara wanted a word with him. It was really hard to
keep a straight face when you were sucking the dick of a guy with a
parakeet head. When she told the girls this they tried to sympathize
but even Ann had fallen into a fit of silent giggles.

	Even with the new additions to the group nothing had changed. Their
primary task on behalf of their masters was sucking and fucking their
respective master's cock. The motivations were a little more varied
now. Heather was enduring her master's kinky games, and they were
kinky, because she was planning to kill him and steal his power. The
tyrant was doing it to stay alive, fully aware she was only a step
away from execution if not for Zola's intervention.

	It would have been a nice group if Heather would have shut up about
all the sick stuff she had to do. It even made Ann queasy, and she
didn't have a stomach.

	"He thinks it's funny to turn me into a human toilet. He'll actually
rewire my brain so that I enjoy licking his shit from his ass."

	Lyscha stared at her in horror. "And you are planning to kill him?"

	"Well yeah, I figure I'll do it while he sleeps. I still have a gun."

	"Good luck," said the tyrant, a cruel smile forming on her lips.

	"Good luck?" Lyscha countered. "She will be lucky if she's only
killed."

	The tyrant shrugged. "No skin off my back."

	Lyscha snorted. It sounded funny in the android's sweet voice.

	Clara knew what Lyscha was talking about. Next year Heather was
probably going to be on all fours trying to suck the semen out of a
diseased horses cock. That or a mindless sex toy for her master's
amusement, maybe both. As for Carla herself...

	Ann began knocking on the table furiously.

	"Ann wants to know what you're thinking about?" Lyscha explained.

	"I was just thinking about next year. My curse will be gone and I
will be free."

	"Free?" 

	"It's part of my deal. I attend to Marlos for as long as it takes for
him to cure me, which, according to him will be in another six months,
at most."

	"Free." Lyscha seemed amazed at the concept. "What will you do?"

	Clara shrugged. "I don't know. I knew a man before I joined Marlos.
Maybe I'll try and find him."

	The tyrant skoffed. "You think he's still going to want you? After
you've been a whore for this Marlos guy? If he's anything like Zola
you've been going at it like a dog in heat."

	Clara winced at the analogy. But everything the tyrant said was true.
Off the top of her head Clara could even recall the taste of Marlos'
cock, remember how it felt probing the inside of her mouth and
slipping down her throat. It wasn't a pleasent memory.

	Ann knocked on the table furiously again. Clara sighed.

	"What does she want to know now? If I ever took him in the ass? Yes I
did."

	"No, look" Lyscha said, pointing at the figure coming toward them. 

	It was a woman, definatley a woman. Her curves were impressive, not
mind bogglingly outrageous, but well proportioned at the very least.
Her clothing was a strange combination of a leather vest and a sun
dress. There was also a strap around one of her shoulders which held a
small assortment of throwing knives. And most unusual of all she
looked happy.

	"Holy shit," Clara whispered. "It's Shar."

	"Who the hell is Shar?" demanded the tyrant.

***

	Tellix's speech was incredibly good. His speaking skills were a
little stilted but he knew what he was talking about. Zola noticed
quite a few of his colleagues taking notes. Tellix was finishing up
his explanation of how to bottle fire when Bollasa sat down next to
Zola. Not exactly sat, crashed would have been more appropriate.

	"Hello," she said giddily.

	*You're drunk," Zola said.

	"Yup. Want to fuck?"

	*In general, yes. But I doubt it would be appropriate at this time.*

	"Oh come on," Bollasa said lustily. She unbuttoned her blouse a
little, showing off her ample cleavage. She looked like a
buisnesswoman in heat. It was not unerotic. The witch licked her
finger and ran it down her neck onto the top of her breast.

	Her other hand rested on Zola's lap, inching its way to his crotch.
His cock hardened and she grabbed onto it with a tight grip. Bollasa
smiled at him.

	*What the hell.*

***

	"Marriage?" Clara coughed, choking on her drink.

	"Maybe," Shar cautioned. "We're only talking about it. But I think it
might happen eventually."

	Ann rattled off an impressive number of taps onto the table.

	"Ann says she wants to marry her master." Lyscha turned to the rag
doll. "Oh yeah, like that is going to happen. I look more human than
you do and I haven't got a chance in hell of landing a husband. You
can not even communicate properly."

	Ann's entire body drooped. Clara thought Lyscha was being a little
harsh. After all anything was possible. clara had been stuck in the
body of a wolf and she had found love. She almost said so but the
memories became to painful and she tried to block them out by bringing
up another subject.

	"What the hell happened? You were supposed to be his slave."

	"Yeah, I'm curious about that too," said the tyrant. "Wasn't it
supposed to be fuck, fuck, suck his dick, dress up like a schoolgirl
and play with your sugar daddy?  How the hell did marriage enter into
the picture?"

	"That's the weird part, he didn't want to fuck," explained Clara. "He
just made me un errands he didn't have time for. I did some cleaning,
some killings, but nothing sexual."

	"Shit," spat out Heather. "My master makes me do nude jumping jacks
while I get semen enema, how did you get so lucky?"

	Everyone stared at her until Clara finally broke the silence. "How
did errands lead to marriage?"

	"Well he didn't over work me, always made sure I was okay. I finally
began noticing he kept looking at me when he thought I wasn't
watching. So of course I figured I'd be naked and impaled on his cock
in no time flat. It never happened. Instead he just began to lessen my
workload more and more. I didn't ask him about it, or about fucking, I
didn't want to press my luck. Soon enough I wasn't doing anything and
he was trying to make my life more comfortable."

	"He had a crush on you," the tyrant said astonished.

	"I figured that out after the third month. I got afraid that I was
getting soft so I asked him for some job. The guy couldn't come up
with anything and tried to change the subject. We both got pissed off
and I ended up confronting him about the crush."

	"And that's when he made you get on all fours and take him in the
ass," interjected Heather.

	"No, he just got all embarrassed and locked himself in his room."

	"This isn't making any sense," Lyscha said perplexed. "When does the
happily ever after stuff start?"

	"A month after that," Shar explained. "I was cleaning up his lab and
I dropped some chemicals. I enhaled them and all of a sudden I wanted
him. The bastard had made a love spell-aphrodisiac mix. I ended up
running to his room, ripping my clothes off along the way. I broke
down his door and threw him onto his bed. He was startled but I didn't
give a chance to get up. I tore open his robes and began to suck his
cock. It took him a while to get over his surprise and fear but I got
it hard.

	"I let it pop out of my mouth and I climbed up his body. He tried to
ask me what was going on but I shoved my tongue in his mouth. Based on
his reaction I don't think he had ever kissed a girl. I pulled away
from him and told him to suck on my tit. He did it, eagerly. After he
had nibbled on my nipple for a while I pushed him back down and
dropped myself on his cock. It felt good. You know how you're always
hearing about that fulfiling expierience, where the guy isn't just in
you physicly but on some weird level you're both connected. I got
that. Plus he filled me pretty well too.

	"I fucked him, ground my hips into his, sliding his cock in me again
and again. I pulled his hands to my breasts and he played with them as
though they were everything."

***

	Zola played with Bollasa's breasts. They were very fine, but of
course Zola had seen better. He had done a lot of things with better
breasts before. But here and now Bollasa's breasts were very good.

	She moaned from his skillful hands. Zola smiled, he hadn't lost his
touch. Neither had she. Bollasa's fingertips toyed with Zola's hard
cock, sending little pinpricks of sensation over the long shaft. It
was like tickling, only more so. Both of them were more expierienced
than most whores. They had lifetimes to perfect their techniques on a
multitude of individuals. Some had been willing, some had not.

	Together they could last hours before the actual intercourse started.

***

	"When it was over he held me in his arms and we went to sleep. By the
time I woke up the effects of the chemicals had worn off. His cock had
hardened again because of that whole morning wood thing. It was still
burried in my cunt and I could feel it in me. I tried to pull away but
it turns out Tellix is surprisingly strong and I couldn't get free. So
I lay there until he woke up with his stiff cock inside of me. I tried
strugling a little but that caused his cock to slide in my body, the
sensation was too much so I just kept still.

	"But I kept getting this feeling every time one of us moved and his
shaft moved around inside me. It felt good. Before I knew what I was
doing I was humping him as he slept, using his cock like a
masturbatorial aid. Soon enough I had cum and he shot his load inside
of me. After it was over I felt bad. When he woke up and realized what
had happened the night before he apologized and holed up in his room
again.

	"But the next morning I crept into his room while he was still
asleep. He had morning wood again and I pleasured myself on it again,
leaving after I had cum. I did it again the next day, and the day
after that, and the day after that. On the sixth day he woke up in the
middle of a down stroke. We were both surprised, I was scared witless.
He was about to shout so I kissed him. I don't know what he had been
practicing on but he had gotten better. We ended up lip locked for a
while as I kept grinding myself on his cock. After we had both come he
held me again, and refused to let go until I explained everything.

	"We spent the next week in bed. After that he went back to his lab
work and I went back to cleaning his fortress of solitude. But anytime
one of us got in the mood we'd find the other and we would fuck for
hours. That's why I started wearing dresses, easier access.

	"About a month ago I asked him why I didn't get pregnant. From there
we got to talking about things and eventually marriage."

	The other women at the table listened to her finish, completley
absorbed by her story. It was Lyscha who was first to speak.

	"So do you love him?"

	"I don't know. I think so."

***

	Tellix couldn't understand where Zola was. His uncle had agreed to
help him talk with Natalia. He planned, he hoped, that he could get
the sorceress to extend Shar's period of servitude to him extended, or
buy out Shar's contract.

	But Zola was nowhere to be seen.

	There was no time to wait. He found Natalia winning a poker game with
a wizard named Eric. The loser handed her a list of names of people
who could be sacrificed for youth. When the surrounding crowd had lost
interest and disipated he sat down next to her and described his
proposal.

	To her credit Natalia listened to Tellix's deal, but in the end she
refused. She needed her chief mercenary to go and find the names on
the list. Tellix offered her a alchemistic alternative for youth, but
she refused. She much more prefered to inflict pain and suffering on
others. In light of that Tellix did not think it wise to mention he
had fallen in love with Shar.

	Had Zola been there he would have pointed out that the terms for
Shar's slavery to Tellix was for the term of a Bolarian Dragon and
that there are some rare Bolarian Dragons that surpass the normal one
year life span for their race, living up to two hundred years. But
Zola was not there and Tellix proved unable to convince her to release
Shar into his custody.

***

	The convention was over and almost everyone else had left. Shar
cautiously made her way into the main convention hall, which was empty
save for some straglers.

	"Tellix?"

	He wasn't anywhere to be seen. That wasn't an indication of a
wizard's absence though, Tellix had told Shar about a small group of
witch nuns that lived their lives invisible to the human eye in order
to not indulge in vanity. He had told her that and then saw the result
of her own vanity, a small purple teddy stretching over the curves of
her body. They had fucked in his study, her back pushing against the
hard desk even as his hard rod pushed into her cunt.

	Shar allowed herself a smile at the memory.

	"What the hell is so amusing?" asked Natalia.

	Shar spun, she instinctivly went into her attack position. 

	Natalia smiled. "Glad to see you haven't lost any of your skills
working for that namby pamby wizard boy."

	Shar felt the anger rise in her and for a moment entertained the
foolish thought of attacking the sorceress. Instead she calmly asked
where Tellix was.

	"The boy? He left. He actually tried to convince me to sell him your
contract. But I have need of you. Here." Natalia handed Shar a list of
names. "I need you to capture these people and bring them to my lair
for sacrifice."

	Shar, who's main trait had always been survival glanced at the list.
Nine names, none of them familiar. "Yes mistress."

***

	Shar was able to sucesfully capture the first eight names on the
list. When her job didn't require her absolute one hundred percent
attention her mind would drift to memories of Tellix. She considered
going back to him when her contract expired. Some times she thought
that she had best move on with her life.

	During her sixth capture, when she had to drag a wife out of her bed
while the husband remained silent from Shar's fist hitting his head a
few dozen times, she felt a tinge of regret before it vanished as
quickly as it came. She didn't realize it but it was the beginning of
the end.

***

	The ninth name on the list was Vissel Sussins. He turned out to be an
occult dealer in Thice. He also turned out to be very easy to track
down. Vissel had a prominent shop in Thice. He worked in the shop
alone and his only customers came after dawn. Which meant he was
vulnerable until sunset.

***

	Vissel Sussins looked up as an atractive woman almost covered in skin
tight leather opened the door. He had heard of her from other occult
dealers at the last convention. She was supposed to be the girlfriend
of some alchemist wizard up by the dark mountains. So it really
surprised him when she reached over the counter and dragged him over
it.

	"What do you want?"

	"My mistress demands your presence," she hissed, wasting only a
minimun of energy on cartoonish minion villany.

	"Daddy?"

	Vissel and the woman turned to look at the most adorable six year old
girl in the world. Even her dress was frilly and pink, accentuating
her large, innocent, blue eyes.

	"Princess, go play in the back."

	"What are you doing to daddy?"

	Shar's face suddenly turned cheery as she smiled at the girl. A lie
uttered from her lips dripping with sugar. "I'm just taking him to see
a friend. He'll be back soon enough."

	"Really?"

	"Really."

	The innocent eyes suddenly became very cross. It made the child look
denomic. It made Vissel groan. It made Shar suddenly afraid for her
life. If she could have she would have used the recall button on her
belt to teleport back to Natalia's fortress.

	"I think you're telling me a lie," the girl said softly. "A dirty,
dirty lie."

	Shar felt her fingers, against her own violition, suddenly slacken
from Vissel's collar. He fell to the floor and scurried away from her,
keeping his eyes on his daughter, afraid.

	"Daddy says that to lie is a sin. Daddy said sinners have to be
punished. You're a bad woman."

	That's when Shar passed out from the pain.

	Vissel sighed. This was always happening. His daughter respected him,
but she was too powerful for him to discipline. Sooner or later she
would have to learn about boundaries and responsibility. As for the
woman, he would have to call her boyfriend to pick her up. That meant
he had to call his brother to find out the phone number. He hated his
brother.

***

	Shar woke up to a lazy sense of nostalgia. Everything seemed
familiar. She considered doing her daily ritual but her internal body
clock told her she hadn't been out that long.

	"Are you okay?"

	Shar shot up and turned to see Tellix watching over her. He was tense
with worry and concern. She couldn't help but think it was sweet.

	"What happened?"

	"You upset Eisa Sussins. From what I hear she's a very powerful
psychic. You're lucky to still be alive."

	"Well, I've got to go back there." Shar tried to get up and found
that her body ached all over. She hardly resisted when Tellix gently
pushed her back onto the bed. Her skin tingled with his touch,
although if it was from pain or more sentimental feelings she couldn't
be sure.

	"That wouldn't be such a good idea. Eisa doesn't like you."

	"I have a mission."

	"Eisa imploded the last woman she didn't like."

	That made Shar pause.

	"Would it be so bad to stay here a while?"

	"No. But I've got to go."

	"Do you want to get married?"

	"What?"

	Time froze. Not literaly, but Shar felt as if it had. Conflicting
emotions and loyalties churned in her stomach. She still had two and
half years left on her contract. If they got married now then Natalia
would have power over Tellix. But that was only if they got married
now.

	"When?"

	"What?"

	"When would we get married?"

	"I.. When do you want?"

	"Two and a half years."

	"So is that a yes?"

	"Yes."

	Whether Tellix fell into Shar's arms or if Shar leapt into Tellix's
isn't the point. The point is that they fell into each other's arms
and that's when the image of Natalia's disembodied head appeared in
the middle of the room.

	"What the hell is going on here?"

	It was Tellix who spoke up. "I was contacted about Shar being hurt. I
patched her up."

	"I see. And did she finish her task."

	"No. She faced Eisa Sussins."

	"The implosives girl?"

	"Yes."

	"I see. Well, I thank you Tellix for attending to my minion. I expect
her safe arrival within the week. As for you Shar, I shall deal with
Sussins. Just return for your next assignment."

	The head disapeared. Shar, who remained uncharacteristicly silent,
let out a deep breath. She got up off the bed and started for the
closet to pick up her clothes.

	"I better start back. It'll take me a week to get back to Natalia's
fortress."

	Tellix grabbed her arm. "I could teleport you."

	They looked at each other, their eyes doing the closest thing
possible to resemble twinkling.

	"But what would we do for the next week?"

	Tellix smiled as Shar pushed away his robes and took him in her
mouth.

***

	Shar's breathing was irrgular. She knew it. But that wasn't the real
problem. Her plan to take the goat man's heart had proved foolish.
Everything had been going perfectly until the clay monstrosity had
caught the sniper's spear she had aimed at it's head. The damn thing
had gone insane, destroying everything in the cave in an attempt to
find its attacker.

	It had. It took everything Shar had to out run the thing. The goat
man chased her into the nearby woods, where she had been able to lose
it amongst the dense groupings of trees and bushes. Making sure it was
nowhere around she climbed into the relative safety of the treetops.
Shar could hear it's angry rampage as it continued to look for her.

	Natalia had warned her about the plan. The sorceress had said it to
be too cautious, so much that it would fail. But Shar had her reasons
for such an undemanding plan. She wanted to live long enough to see
the end of her contract. She wanted to marry Tellix.

	Even now, in danger of being torn apart by a creature with the head
and legs of a goat, Shar felt giddy thinking about it. In two years
she would be married.

	If she could survive goat man.

	With a loud roar the goat man hit the tree she was lounging on and
she fell. The goat man clamped onto her, holding the mercenary in a
tight grip designed to crush her. Straining against the pain Shar was
barley able to maneuver her hand to her belt to press the recall
button.

***

	After being treated for her injuries, Shar had been summoned to stand
before her mistress in the dining room. The sorceress was dressed in a
long black robe that draped over her entire body. Handsome servants,
slaves from the neighboring town, took away the large dining table and
the remains of the day's breakfast. Once all the furniture except the
chair Natalia sat upon were removed from the room, Shar entered and
stood in attention.

	"I am not pleased," declared Natalia. "This is the second mission you
have failed. I may have forgiven the first because it was of no fault
of your own, but this new failure. I advised you against the plan of
action and yet you took it. Your entire demeanor has changed. I
excused it until now because you were able to get results but no
longer. I want to know why you have dropped in your abilities."

	"I've had a lot on my mind," mumbled Shar.

	"Such as what?"

	"I'm getting married."

	Natalia's body stiffined and flames of anger arose in her eyes.
"When," she hissed.

	"After my contract expires."

	"To that wizard."

	"Yes," Shar said quietly.

	A long awkward silence followed.

	"That is your right," admitted Natalia. "I can not dictate your
action after your contract with me expires. But until then you must
follow my commands as if they were the words of your god. And since
you can no longer serve me as a mercenary I must find other uses for
you."

	Natalia let the robe fall from her body to reveal her naked form. As
a sorceress that had been regularly using youth magic her body was not
unlike that of a fit ninteen year-old's. She used her fingers to
spread her pussy and expose the pinkness of her inner self.

	"Come here and tongue my cunt until I cum. Then we'll see what other
sexual games we can play. And then we'll see if your innocent little
wizard wants you after you've become an overused sextoy that's been
the receptical of more liquid shooting from the cocks of strange men
than a urinal."

***

	The magic mirror in Tellix's room was ringing. Tellix answered it and
Natalia's image appeared where his own reflection once was.

	"Hello Tellix, darling. How are things going?"

	"What is it Natalia. I'm busy."

	"Oh I just called concerning the little matter of your fiance."

	"Shar?! Is she all right?!"

	"Oh she's fine darling. It just seems that the poor little thing is
having some problems readjusting."

	"What kind of problems?"

	Natalia must have moved her own mirror because the image in Tellix's
mirror panned over to Shar, completley naked, bouncing on some fat
man's cock. As if that weren't enough she was screaming in ecstasy.

	"Oh god yes! Yes! Come in me! Come in me!"

	"You see," said Natalia's voice. "The poor child just can't seem to
get enough cock in her."

	"You're sick," said Tellix through gritted teeth.

	"I'm sick? Young man, I'm not the one who just sucked all the cum
from the horses in the village."

	"I'll kill you."

	"Such harsh words from such a silly young boy. By the way, Shar has
something she wants to tell you."

	Shar climbed off of the torso she was riding and brought her face
next to the fat man's cock. The mirror zoomed in as she used her hand
to furiously stroke the long rod. The fat man groaned and white jism
spat from the head of his cock onto Shar's face. String after string
of cum flew through the air onto the mercenary's face, coating it in
splattered white gobs of semen. The gooey mess almost hid her
features.

	Shar opened her mouth, and like stallagtites and stallagmites stands
of cun connected her lips together. She licked away the cum on her
lips and purred.

	"Shar, tell Tellix what we discussed."

	Shar slurped the cum dripping off her nose. She stopped for only a
second to say ",I don't love you Tellix. I've only been playing with
you."

***

	Natalia discontinued the spell on her own magic mirror. The image of
an enraged Tellix disapeared and Natalia focused on the cum covered
mercenary.

	"Thank you Natalia. That was everything I dreamed it would be."

	"My pleasure Senator. I assume that when I decide to conquer Henris
that your country will be unable to help them because of a deadlock in
the senate."

	"Absolutley," said the fat man, already putting his pants back on. He
left soon thereafter, whistling to himself and remembering Shar's face
covered in his sticky seed.

	"Alright Shar," Natalia said wickedly. "Your next cstomer is a
general that has a thing for young girls so go put on the schoolgirl
uniform, without the panties, and get back here in ten minutes."

	"I hate you," Shar said in a weak, pained voice.

	"Yes, yes, yes, just put on the uniform and get ready to spread your
legs."

***

	For the rest of the year Tellix worked at his alchemey, using his
frustration and longing to fuel his drive. He was able to accomplish
more in the field than anyone ever would again.

***

	"Hello General," Shar said sweetly. Her pussy poked out from beneath
the short plaid skirt she wore. Her finger slowly traced a line from
her lips to the edge of her skirt, where she lightly touched the lips
of her cunt.

***

	Shar cried like an infant as a Vicar from Thice changed her diaper.

***

	Shar, dressed like a cowgirl, was ravished by the Duke of Longsctav,
who was dressed like an Indian.

***

	And it went on.

***

	"No, what I'm saying is that you're retarded," the tyrant said
darkly.

	"I'm not retarded," Clara repeated. "He said the cure would only take
six months."

	"That's what you said last time!"

	"So?! He said it would only take year when I started! I've still got
six moths to go."

	Ann and Lyscha gave each other a nod. They knew what was going on.
Wizards were notoriously untrustworthy, and they had magic to back
them up.

	The tyrant was getting pissed. She used her fingers to illustrate her
point. "There are twelve months in a year. Last year you said there
were six moths left. Since then twelve months have gone by. Twelve is
more than six, so why are you still with him."

	"Because the cure takes a year to complete!"

	"It's been more than a year!"

	"No it hasn't!"

	"Then how long have you been with him?"

	"Six months?"

	"And how many conventions have you gone to with him?"

	"This is the third."

	"Then if the conventions take place every year how could you only
have been with him for six months?!"

	Clara did the math in her head. Finally she said ",Three years."

	She looked at Ann and Lyscha for confirmation and they nodded.

	"Three years."

	Clara burried her face in her hands and mummbled to herself. "Three
years. Two years over. Magic. Wolf. Peter. Marlos. Six months. Curse
over in six months. Three conventions."

	The tyrant sighed. "So now what do we do?"

	That's when Shar was thrown into the room. She was naked and had a
collar chained to her neck. A voice called out ",Here you go boys! Do
what ever you want with her, just make sure she's alive tomorrow! And
watch out, her mouth's like a black hole, it sucks everything into
it!"

	There was a loud cheer from the hundred or so men in the room as they
began to swarm onto Shar, who had fallen limply to the ground. Hands
groped every inch of her bare skin. It was only moments before they
began to spread her legs or got her draped over a chair so that her
rear was raised.

	The women acted. They fought their way through the heaving mass of
testosterone and circled Shar. Ann began pummeling men away from
Shar's body using the agility only a person without bones could have.
Lyscha suddenly had an energy gun in her hand and was firing wildly
into the crowd, scaring back those who weren't intimidated by Ann's
offensive abilities. The tyrant was stabbing people with a fork. Clara
tried to talk to Shar but was unable to get a response. The four of
them watched uneasily as the men slowly went back to what they were
doing, shooting them dirty glances, waiting for their defenses to
drop.

***

	When Tellix finally entered the main convention room he looked like
crap. His eyes were bloodshot, his body was drooped over, and his hair
was a mess. He scanned the room, looking for Natalia.

	Zola appeared out of nowhere.

	*What happended to you, boy? You look horrible.*

	"Leave me alone Zola. I'm looking for Natalia."

	*Yes, look I'm sorry about last year, I was busy with something.*

	"Go away."

	*I just wanted to apologize.*

	"Go away."

	*I'll help you this year, if you still want to get your girlfriend
back.*

	Tellix looked at his uncle with a sharp stare that would have cut
through steel. It was able to convey disapointment and anger, spite
and shame, and other things that Zola had never thought to see from
Tellix, ever.

	"I can handle it."

	*Are you sure?*

	"Yes, I'm going to make that bitch pay."

	Zola grabbed his nephew's arm. *Now hold on, you're not going to
attack her. It would be against the rules.*

	"I don't care."

	*I think you would! You'll get your powers stripped.*

	"I don't care."

	Zola sighed. *She's over by the bar, she's wearing the green evening
gown.*

	Tellix stormed to the bar, along the way pulling out a vial of clear
liquid. When Natalia saw him she laughed.

	"Hello young man, want to gamble for the right to fuck your fiance?!"

	To Zola's surprise Tellix didn't attack her at that moment. Instead
he uncorked the vial he was holding and held it up.

	"Do you know what this is Natalia?"

	"What?"

	"It's alchemey. A simple liquid which has magical properties but
which was made with science, not magic. I am very good at alchemey."

	Natalia mad a false snoring sound. "You are boring me boy."

	"Very well, let me finish then. I am very good at alchemey. So good
that I barley ever use my powers anymore. So I am not afraid to have
them stripped. And because of that I am not afraid to do this."

	With a swift motion Tellix grabbed Natalia's throat with one hand and
slammed her head onto the bar. He poured the vial into her sputtering
mouth and threw the container away. His hand now free he pinched her
nose, causing her to swallow the liquid before she could breathe
again.

	It took only seconds, but it was plenty of time before any of the
other shocked convention goers reacted. They pulled Tellix off of
Natalia and held him. One of the senior wizards placed his hand on the
young man's heart.

	There was a flash and Tellix screamed as the ability to perform magic
was taken from him. He fainted from the pain. As the wizard and witch
doctor holding him dragged him away others tended to Natalia.

	"Are you okay," a woman asked.

	"Fine," Natalia coughed. She had a bad taste in her mouth, bitter,
very bitter. She coughed again and her chest suddenly ached, as if
someone had piched her breasts with a pair of forklifts. Another cough
and the sharp pain returned. She coughed. There was a pinching pain
again, but it wasn't the same, her nipples had stiffened. She looked
down and gasped. Her breasts had grown at least three sizes and her
nipples were rock hard. The material of her dress was stretched to
it's limits and the small bumps of her nipples protruded obscenley. It
had to have been Tellix's alchemey.

	Suddenly she went into a coughing fit.

***

	The scream was heard even in the cronies' room. Most of the men
looked up, wondering what had happened since attacks weren't allowed
at the convention. The women stood absolutley still, unwilling to
waver from their guard an instant.

	Shar stirred. "Tellix?"

	Clara almost jumped. "Shar? Are you okay?"

	"That was Tellix," Shar said weakly. She tried to get up but Clara
wouldn't let her.

	"Stay down. I don't think you've been well and I don't think you
should agrivate the situation."

	"But he might be in trouble."

	"It's okay, he's a wizard."

	Shar whined but she stayed down. Which is why when Tellix was rather
forcibly thrown into the room she was unable to get out of the way and
he landed on top of her. She took one look at her fiance's face and
clamped her arms around his unconcious body.

	"That's Tellix?" the tyrant asked.

	"I guess," Lyscha said. "Although I don't know why he's here."

	Shar was quiet as she held the body on top of her, burrying her face
in a shoulder.

	Tellix groaned and rolled over. His mind was suddenly flashing
through cobwebs of pain and  confusion. He wasn't a wizard anymore,
only an alchemist. He had gotten his revenge against Natalia and now
he had only to find Shar.

	He found her laying on top of his body, naked.

	"Shar?"

	"I know that's you Tellix," Shar whispered into his ear. "Natalia
thought she could trick me with fake people but I knew it wasn't you.
Don't make me go back with her Tellix, you've got to stop her."

	"It's all right, she won't be a problem anymore."

	The tension from Shar's body disapeared. She still held onto Tellix,
just not in a vice-like grip.

	"Are we leaving together?"

	"Yes."

	"Promise?"

	"Yes. But we still have to do something."

	"Please, no. I love you, but I can't do it anymore. It sickens me
after everything Natalia made me do."

	"Not that. Here, get up."

	With Clara's help Shar got off of her fiance and stood up. She was a
little wobbly but otherwise stable. Tellix picked himself up. He took
off his robe and placed it around Shar's shoulders to cover her
nakedness. It seemed that he had come prepared for such an occasion,
underneath he wore a clean shirt and  pressed pair of pants. From one
of the pockets he produced two green vials. He uncorked them both and
handed one to Shar.

	"Drink this."

	She did as he told her and vanished.

	Lyscha grabbed his lapels. "Where'd she go?"

	"Same place I am. Three years in the future. When she appears tell
her what happened."

	And with that he downed his own vial and was gone.

***

Three Years Later

***

	Ann was alone. She wasn't entirely alone, the tyrant was with her,
but the tyrant was a horrible conversationalist. Lyscha had left the
service of her master, Clara was married or a mistress or something,
and Ann hadn't seen Shar since she had vanished three years ago. So
Ann sat alone, across the table from the tyrant, who didn't count, in
a room filled with the male cronies at the magic users convention. And
she was completely bored out of her mind.

	Until Shar suddenly appeared out of nowhere looking exactly as she
had when she vanished three years earlier.

	"Tellix?"

	"Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up," the tyrant said in
her normally acidic manner.

	"Where's Tellix."

	"Don't know, he vanished after you did."

	"After I what? What's going one."

	"You drank one of his potions and got sent three years in the
future," Ann said.

	Shar stared at the rag doll. Ann couldn't help but smile.

	"Ann, you can talk."

	"A lot has happened in the past three years."

	"But where's Tellix."

	And then he was there, appearing just as Shar did, only a few steps
to the right.

	"Shar?"

	"Oh god, Tellix."

	The couple embraced in an impassioned hug. They smelled each other,
touched each other, then they kissed and tasted each other.

	After they had held each other long enough to once again be
enraptured with each others presence they let go. Their eyes never
left one another, and their hands were locked together, in part
because of fear that they'd be seperated somehow, but their bodies
were no longer pressed against each other.

	"Teleport us home," Shar said.

	Tellix paused. "I can't."

	"Why not?" asked Shar, a little worried.

	"I don't have any more magical powers. I was stripped of them."

	Shar felt her body growing numb. "Did something happen? Are you
okay?"

	"I'm fine. I just can't do magic. I'll be okay though, I can still do
alchemey. And I've got you again. That's all I need."

	"That's sweet."

	"Excuse me," Ann said. "Did I hear that you've no longer got magic
powers?"

	"Yes. Why?"

	"Then you might not want to leave until all the wizards and whatnots
have gone. They get kind of sore if a non-magic is at the convention.
And I don't know if it's a great idea to stay here with the cronies."

	"Where should we go then?"

	The tyrant pointed to a door on the far side of the room. "Try
lodging with the sex toy."

	Shar made a disgusted look. "Don't say that, it brings up too many
bad memories."

	"Of what?" Tellix asked, concerned.

	"Being a sex toy."

	Tellix's grip on her hand grew stronger. "Are you okay?"

	"Yes, but it's not a pleasent thing to remember."

	"As I was saying," interupted the tyrant. "You can hide in the
closet. Zola brought home this completley insane and horny woman from
a convention once. She was almost catatonic until she was exposed to a
cock or a pussy, and then she went at it like she couldn't live
without fucking. We can't leave her at Zola's place or she starts
humping the animals until they die from exhaustion. So Zola just
shoves her into the closet every year and tells everyone that if they
look in there he'll kill them. So just don't take off your pants and
get out before Zola picks her up and you should be fine."

	"I don't think Zola will mind," said Tellix. "He owes me."

	"Whatever," said the tyrant. But Tellix and Shar had already
disapeared into the closet.

	The sextoy turned out to be Natalia. The sorceress' breasts were
bigger, her lips fuller, her cunt was dripping, and her hair had
turned platinum blonde but her face was still the same. Shar almost
jumped out of her skin when she saw her mistress but Tellix calmed her
down.

	"My god, what happened to her? She looks like a plastic surgeon got
horny and decided to use her as his blow up doll."

	Tellix raised an eyebrow and said ",Alchemey."

	Shar turned to her fiance. "You did this?"

	"Yes. She can't think anymore except to recieve and give sexual
pleasure. Her body has reconfigured so that it is extremley sensitive,
especially in her erogenous zones. And, as you put it, to look like a
plastic surgeon got horny and made her look like a human fuck toy."

	Shar stared sadly into Tellix's eyes so that she could see if he was
still sane. "You don't plan to do something like that to me do you?"

	Tellix seemed repulsed at the idea. "God no. I love you. This was an
act of vengance, for what she did to us."

	Shar looked at her once mighty mistress huddled in a corner
masturbating. Tellix had done it for them, for her. It was an
incredible concept. And it stirred in Shar something she thought was
gone, a need for physical pleasure driven by emotional want. She
slammed Tellix against the wall and kissed him, probing her tongue
into his mouth.

	"I want you, magic or no magic. I want you now."

	"But I thought you said the thought of sex made you sick."

	"That's sex with anyone but you. Now get your pants off, I want you
in me."

	Tellix rushed to get undressed. However once his pants came off
Natalia went hysterical. She pushed Shar out of the way and massaged
Tellix's cock with her hands, licking the sides of the shaft tenderly.

	Shar hit Natalia from behind, flooring the sextoy. The mercenary
jumped into her fiance's arms and lifted the hem of the robe she was
wearing to expose her naked sex. Tellix lowered her onto his cock,
allowing the hard tool to slide into her already moist cunt. She
groaned in satisfaction as the two lovers thrust their hips in a
rythym both had once feared lost.

***

Epilogue

	Shar and Tellix eventually made their way back to Tellix's fortress
in the dark mountains. On the way there they made love many more
times, which is why a normal week long journey took them a month.
Along the way they were married in one of the more technologically
advanced cities.

	Once they made it home they found that Zola had left them a wedding
present, Natalia. They locked her up in a special room where her pent
up sexual energy could be released only when they wanted, often when
they had a guest over or had a desire to participate in a three-way.

	No longer a wizard, most of Tellix's time was spent on alchemey.
Since he was very skilled at it the couple found all their needs
provided by his chemicals, and the chemicals provided by mail and
Zola's occasional gifts. When Tellix wasn't playing with chemicals he
was helping his wife try to overcome her ordeals at the hands of
Natalia. (The process often involved beating Natalia in some fashion
and then exorcising Shar's pain by re-enacting the scenario with
Tellix as one of Natalia's male patrons. Somehow the pain of being
forced to pretend to be a ballerina that did ellaborate dance routines
involving anal impalement wasn't so bad when the cock reaming her ass
was Tellix's.)

	Shar no longer lived the life of a mercenary, content to be a
housewife. True, she was a housewife that enjoyed an abnormal amount
of sex in the process of cleaning her home, but that was her life and
she reveled in it. (And truth be told, Natalia was forced to do most
of the cleaning anyway.)

THE END

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