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Tara was a thief and sometime soldier-of-fortune. When no wars were in the offing she supported herself by means of contracting out her thievery expertise.

Tara was no small time bandit robbing wayfarers of a few silver guilders. Tara contracted out to those who were to timorous or to reputable to execute the chore themselves.

There were always counts, dukes, prosperous traders and the like who hungered for ill gotten treasure and were prepared to disburse large sums of gold to acquire such wealth. As Tara rode up the hill to the citadel of the mage she reflected that this was the first time a man of the ‘black arts’ had summoned her.

Tara was wary of her surroundings as the liveryman took her horse. She had never dealt with a mage or a witch before and all she had heard of such made her distrustful to say the least.

Another man ushered Tara into the citadels main hall and on into another room that had to be the mage’s library. Books lined the walls and schools and manuscripts littered several tables. A slender man with iron gray hair stood by a table reading a dusty volume.

Tara’s right hand was on the hilt of her slim broadsword as the mage looked up at her with unfathomable sapphire eyes flecked with golden beams. He gazed at Tara’s suspicious stance and said, “Did I wish you injury think you that I must summon you to arms length to do so?”

Tara appeared to relax, but her sharp pale eyes flicked about the room still showing wary distrust. Tara said, “I’ve had no contact with wizards in the past. Your breed has an ill repute.”

“You imagine me a wizard then,” the mage responded.

“Aye tis said so by the local folk.”

“Superstitious peasants and townsfolk believe many things. I am merely man of wisdom who desires to acquire even further wisdom.”

“Say on wizard, what do you desire?”

“Be not in haste my young thief. Tis not often that I have the pleasure of a young woman’s company. I never leave my citadel for reasons you would not comprehend.”

Tara snapped back, “Did you crave an ordinary tavern wench I’m certain one would accommodate you!”

“I meant no offence Tara. You are a comely lass and it’s been long ere I’ve seen such. As for summoning a tavern wench no villagers will enter my abode. My servants procure what I require from the outside world. Would you like a flagon of wine?” The mage was the soul of courtesy and that raised Tara’s reservations still higher.

Tara did not react to the query about wine and the mage made a slight pass with his left hand and two flagons filled with a sparkling ruby vintage appeared on a small side table near Tara’s left side. In a wink of the eye Tara’s slim broadsword hissed from its scabbard as she poised to run the wizard through.

Tara hissed, “And you say you are not a wizard! Yet you conjure two flagons of wine out of thin air!”

The mage held up a placating hand. “Do you know what I am called?”

Tara hissed back, “The villagers call you the Dark One and fear your powers!”

“Yes that is what I am called now the Dark One. However long ago and in another time and place I was called William. There was an accident in a place that I was employed in. An experiment I was running went terribly wrong. In the time it took you to draw your sword I found myself in this time and place. This was so long ago that were I to tell you how old I am in this times years you would think me mad.” The mage paused in his recital to lift a flagon of wine to his lips.

The mage when on after he had drained his wine. “You should really taste the wine tis an exceptional vintage.” He frowned a moment and then went on with his account.

“My time and place is like this time and place and yet not. You saw the flagons of wine appear. The wine was in casks in my cellar. The flagons in my kitchen. All I did was cause the wine to fill the flagons and appear here. Time, place, and substance can be manipulated here. Where I came from we had not grasped that concept as yet. Oh we have wonders aplenty that would astonish those who live here, but not that one.”

“I wish to go home Tara. Once I thought I was banished here for eternity, however I have discovered a way back. On a small island off the Western coast lies another citadel and another mage, wizard, call him what you will resides there. This man I have divined possesses a jewel of immense power. With this gem I can go home again.”

“This mage is truly evil and he has begun to suspect the true power of the jewel. I will pay you 20,000 golden guilders to procure this jewel and kill the other mage.”

Tara had slowly sheathed her blade and was taking tentative sips of her wine. She asked, “Why can you not just magic the bauble here and kill the mage yourself?”

The mage sighed as he replied, “Were it so uncomplicated! I cannot leave me abode and material transfer has a limited range. In addition the other mage has defenses against my limited powers. There is truly no protection that will impede a talented thief and assassin.”

Tara took instant umbrage to the word ‘assassin’. “I am no assassin!”

“Do you not kill for payment?”

“Well yes of course!”

“Well then do you prefer the word mercenary then?”

Tara shrugged her muscled shoulders and replied. “Tell me more of this task you wish me to perform.”

The mage smiled and Tara noticed for the first time that he was an attractive man despite his alleged age. “Will you dine with me Tara? I promise you only honest victuals prepared in the normal manner, though I insist on my own presentation.”

The meal was served in a sumptuous chamber that held a long table that would have seated at least 30 people. The walls here were also lined with all manner of books and ancient scrolls. Tara looked at some of the titles on various books and though she could read many of the tomes were etched with incompressible squiggles. “Ho wizard in what tongue are these titles?”

The mage looked gloomy for a moment before replying. “English Tara they are written in English a language that does not exist in this time and place and never will. It is my mother tongue and I so long to hear it spoken again. Oh and please call me William it really is my name.”

Tara wrapped her tongue around the unfamiliar name in and to her and unknown tongue. “As you like William though it could be another name for demon as far as I know.”

William stood beside the vast table that had only two chairs present. He called to Tara. “Dinner is now served!” He spread his arms wide and in an instant the table was filled with victuals of many varieties and the board set with gold chased china and gold utensils.

Tara’s eyes widened at the display of what to her had to be magic. Still the delicious odors from the table made her mouth water.

William appeared a trifle embarrassed as his performance and said, “Forgive me it is seldom that I am able to perform this in front of someone who won’t run screaming into the hills.”

In truth Tara believed she was seeing black magic and would have ran were she not the descendant of a 100 generations of warriors. She said, “If your gold is as high-quality as your enchantments then we shall have an accord.”

As William held Tara’s chair for her he replied, “Trust me Tara my gold is of the best quality.”

Tara laughed, “The villagers said to trust no wizard.”

Tara found the food to be well prepared and the wines and liquors that were served with it of excellent vintage and taste. She rarely dined on more than rough camp fare or the indifferent offerings of taverns. She found herself listening to William with spellbound attention. He was either mad or a wizard of immense power.

Tara was young at only 24 and some would assume her to be naiveté in the ways of the world and they would assume wrong. She saw William appraising the swell of her breasts and knew at once he wanted her. Tara had not had a man since her last campaign and that had been many months before. She wondered if she dared bed such a powerful wizard. He said he was very old, but outside of his hair he looked no more than 30 years old. He appeared well made if a bit on the slender side.

When William said, “I can offer you accommodation for the night. If you fear not to sleep in the abode of a wizard,” Tara made up her mind. If the man attempted to seduce her she would allow it.

Tara replied, “I am sorely in need of a bath. Could you arrange that for me?”

“Why of course I can Tara. Then you will stay the night?”

“Well I have eaten your fare, drank your wine, and accepted your offer of employment why not accept your bed.” Tara threw in the word ‘bed’ as a hint that she was willing. She noticed that gold flecks in William’s eyes sparkled with a greater intensity at her use of the word ‘bed’.

Tara was escorted to a bath chamber on another floor of the citadel by William himself. The chamber featured a gold pool set in the floor and all manner of bath salts and perfumes. Tara didn’t ask if the chamber was always like that or if William conjured it up just for her. She suspected the latter, however the steaming water beckoned her.

Closing the chamber door behind her Tara stripped off her travel stained garments and adding aromatic bath salts eased into the extremely warm water. She groaned at the marvelous feeling of the warm water easing away tiny aches in her muscled body.

As Tara soaped her large breasts and on down over her flat taut belly she felt as surge of desire in her womanhood. Many months without a man had her body tottering on the edge of self abuse. She never masturbated, as she knew most women did. Why masturbate when there were numerous men around who would gladly attend to her needs. However the hectic pace of the last few months had left no time for liaisons with broad shouldered men.

As Tara’s fingers washed her dark crimson crotch pelt she wondered if William was up to the job of satisfying her sexual hunger. He did not look that strong and admitted he was old; still he had looked at her in that ‘way’.

Her bath finished Tara climbed out of the tub and toweled off while looking at herself in a burnished silver mirror. She saw the scars on her body from years of hard living. Small scars on her upper arms, another deeper one on her right thigh, and then the one that almost killed her. She rubbed the puckered arrowhead scar just below her navel. The arrow had gone completely through her shield and her armor. Luckily the arrow was an armor piercing tip and not a broad head. And then again she had been lucky that a skilled leech had tended her. Most belly wounds guaranteed a leisurely excruciatingly painful death. She wondered how many more years she had in her trade before her luck ran out.

Tara turned to look for her clothing and found a short white sheer robe in place of her clothing. She knew that this had to be more of William’s magic. She wondered if he could see her naked body with his magic. The thought that he might be able to do so made the entrance to her womanhood moist.

As Tara donned the robe a small piece of parchment fell to the floor. She picked it up and saw writing on it. The note read: “Tara if you are agreeable the chamber at the end of the hall is mine. I desire your company for the night. William”

Tara smiled to herself. So the wizard was willing and had other human passions besides the ones for food and drink. Tara had a thought then. “You’re going to bed a wizard/mage who says he isn’t those things and he might not even be human. You’re as mad now as you were when you ran away from home at age 12!” She shrugged her broad shoulders. She had hazarded her life so frequently and for far less it really made no difference any more.

Tara noted that the robe barely fell below the swell of her tight rear end and that her pink nipples and the shadow of her womanhood could clearly be see. She belted the robe around her waist leaving a generous portion of her bosom showing and wandered down the hall to William’s chamber.

William was waiting for Tara with two small crystal glasses of amber liquor. He handed her one and said, “In my time line this is called whiskey. Consume it carefully it is rather strong.”

Tara sipped the heady liquor and observed her prospective bedmate. He looked clean and was wearing a plain black robe that had to be made of silk. Her eyes drifted down to William’s groin. She quaffed the remainder of the whiskey and stepping in front of William unbelted his robe and pulled the black silk robe wide open at the same time.

Tara caught her breath at the manhood dangling at the base of William’s groin. His appendage was two large male hand spans long while still soft and thick as her wrist. Two very large testicles nestled below that organ she noted that the hair on his groin was midnight black and not gray like his head.

Tara’s right hand reached down and cupped the sack holding William’s fat testicles. She gently rolled them in her hand and was rewarded by a stirring In William’s thick member.

Neither spoke as William’s hands unbelted her robe and swept the back of his long slim fingers over her pink nipples. Her breasts quivered in response and she pushed William backward onto his massive bed. In seconds they were both naked with Tara kneeling between William’s spread legs. Her mouth began to pay homage to his manhood as her hands kneaded his surprisingly solid abdomen.

Tara seldom went down on a man she felt it gave the man too much control. However on occasion she found a man she wished to surrender all control with and William was such a man.

There was no sound then apart from the liquid sounds of Tara’s mouth on William’s male appendage as she licked and sucked it to full erection. As Tara’s mouth worked on the thick organ her own sex began to leak copious amounts of feminine juices.

When William’s manhood was a rampant bar of thick male desire Tara pulled back and whispered in a voice gone hoarse with unbridled lust. “Now I want you now! From behind my stud, take me from behind! Be not gentle with me take me roughly as you will!”

Tara whirled on the bed and placing her left cheek on the beds yielding surface she spread her knees wide and lifted her rear upward. Her womanhood was open a tiny crack and a suggestion of pink showed in that fissure. She wiggled her hips in a wanton manner and again urged William on. “Haste make haste William I ache inside for you.”

William’s voice had the timber of a much younger man when he replied, “As you wish my lustful thief as you wish.” Then he was behind her his raging male spear parted her crimson nether pelt and slipped into Tara’s opening.

Her muscles tensed. She could not control her breath and each draw of air was a wheeze, a hard swallow, and a tortured moan. He was so large, so ready she could feel him burning at the lips of her own fiery opening. She wanted more, needed it, to be devoured in flames both inside and out. Her wetness steamed from the nearing flames, humming with lustful longings that took their fuel from his touch and the feel of his blazing shaft just within her. His chest was hard on her back, firm, pressing muscle to muscle. His questing member unlocking her moans. His length progressed inside her like a searing glowing coal. She furiously bucked beneath him, as he pulled her hands behind her and bound her hands with his magic, sweat poured from her, breathless body and she was possessed by a conflagration of craving.

The sudden searing as he plunged full length into her curled her body like a spring and made her scream from the sheer release. ‘AAAAAHHHHH YESSSSS!” She tensed, arching in her bonds, bound and taken! He filled her, wide and deep, and so hot she felt sure that she was burning inside. He was red hot as he plunged into her like her sword into its scabbard. His body was against her rear now his hot javelin so deep she felt her womb flower open welcoming him into her own heated depths. He withdrew and sheathed his male sword at a terrific pace. Over and over again in a most urgent manner. He was slick from her oils and taking her, faster and faster.

The flames engulfed her completely, devouring her, wrapping her up in an firestorm of passion, want, lust, and craving. She truly was powerless and lost in lust and surrender. His hands roved under her to hold her sleek belly in place as he pumped through her tight slick channel. The fire burned brighter in her belly then exploded in a huge release of hot fire. She gurgled in want as her convulsing passageway sought her studs seed. “Now, now, do it now,” she begged.

William’s seed erupted in the heart of her belly and set new fires of pleasure roaring. Stream after stream of her studs male essence set her very womb ablaze.

Epilogue: Tara and William locked their bodies in the embrace of passion many times that night. Each time Tara was taken in the searing flames of wondrous gratification and each time her womb was bathed in the mages scalding seed.

When Tara awoke the following morning she was alone in the enormous bed. She spied a missive on the pillow beside her. Tara began to read the familiar hand.

“Tara when you read this I will be far away in time and place. I failed to tell you the complete truth. In a way the villagers were right you can not trust a wizard.”

“There is no other wizard nor a jewel. All else is true although I failed to tell you all. You see on occasion timelines intersect as yours and mine are about to do in a few of your years. One of the timelines has to override the other. My timeline will override yours and yours will cease to exist. You won’t know this as the change will occur in an instant and you will not remember your now.”

“Your land will be called Ireland in my timeline and you are now creating our son in your womb. He will be a chieftain of great repute. Our essence will be passed down until one of our descendants will be the king who drives invaders from your land and will one day produce me in another land and time. You see Tara you are my grandmother scores of, times removed.”

“Use the 20,000 golden guilders to raise our son. You will also have the citadel to build on as its now yours.”

“I am sorry for the deception and grieve that we had only the one night. I love you.”

“William Born”

Tara laid the missive aside and for the first time since she was 12 years old. She wept for what was, what had been, and what could never be.