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 Archive name: magic.txt (MF, first)
 Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
 Story title : Callie's Wild Sorority Days
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 The Magician's Tower
 By Kristen Kathleen Becker
 December 1997 Winter Solstice

 This story is set in a time before time, in an England
 of legend that may never have existed, in the realm of
 a majestic lord, Malinov.

 Magnus the Great was his court magician, a powerful
 figure, respected (and a little feared) by all. To help
 him attain this pinnacle of power the Great Magnus had
 chosen to be celibate all his life. Until, one day, he
 took in a waif as an apprentice...

                            *

 "I'm so tired... so very tired," he groaned, squinting
 at the manuscript propped up before him on the clut-
 tered table. The wind was moaning through cracks and
 crevices in the ancient tower room, causing the fire
 in the to dance in the grate.

 Magnus of Malinov Heap rubbed his tired eyes. He felt
 used up, a dry husk of his former self. He had seen so
 much, done so much, much that was too horrible to be
 mentioned. 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.

 Nonetheless, the Oracle had issued a frightful prophecy
 of his passing, revenge for what he'd done to her and
 to her allies. 'A court magician's fate can be cruel,'
 he mused.

 Now that the winter solstice had arrived, the prophecy
 would be fulfilled; he knew this, but still had no idea
 what form it would take. He'd worried about this day
 for many years, ever since the witch-thing had pro-
 nounced his fate. Her words rang in his head like
 swords clashing in battle. "Thou shalt feel the heat of
 the stroke of youth upon thy body, as thee passes over
 the threshold of life. This shall come to pass at the
 twenty-second hour of the twenty-second day of the
 twenty-second year of the Great Malinov's reign. Make
 thee ready, for thou canst not change thy fate, for 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, as if deathly fingers were tightening their
 grip upon him. He could hear faint sounds of feasting
 far below in the great hall, but was not in the mood
 for merrymaking. 'Let them make merry. One day their
 doom will come and they won't even know it has
 arrived,' he thought bitterly.

 He rose with a sigh from the table and shuffled across
 the room to the door of his study. His voice creaking,
 he called out: "Kat, where are you, lad? Bring me
 drink; I'm as parched as a winter's field."

 'Where is that boy?' he thought. He was a good lad, and
 the magician wasn't quite as upset with him as he
 appeared to be, but he was thirsty and needed a drink.

 Just then the young apprentice burst through the door,
 breathless and distraught. "Noble Magnus, please
 forgive me! I was watching the lords and ladies and
 knights below; they're so delightful and gay. And I
 lost track of the time! Sorry, master!" He held up a
 steaming mug of mulled-wine with both hands, as if in
 supplication, worry and concern in his eyes.

 The magician looked at the youth's clear, shining face,
 and thought, for the hundredth time: 'Why does this lad
 pull at my heart-strings so?'

 At first, Magnus had simply been attracted by the boy's
 winning manner, and his willing and intelligent nature.
 It was why he had taken him on as his apprentice in the
 first place. As time passed, however, his feelings for
 the lad became something more. Magnus tried to deny it,
 but what he felt for the apprentice was... sexual.

 He still found it difficult to accept, and shook his
 head to himself in silent denial. He hadn't actually
 had physical relations with another person...ever, not
 allowing himself to get close to any woman; they were
 all dangerous, and full of intrigue.

 Deeply melancholy, he thought about all the warring and
 death he'd seen in his life and sighed again. Returning
 to his worktable, he caught the youth looking at him
 with shining eyes. He was momentarily confused. The boy
 made him feel... aroused. That was the only word to
 describe how he felt.

 Ashamed of such feelings, the magician took the mug
 proffered by the lad and turned to his table with a
 tightening in his throat.

 Kat moved to the magician's side, looking worried.
 "Master, you seem tired today."

 Magnus wanted to tell the boy to let him be, but could
 not.

 Kat reached out and touched the magician's arm.
 "Master, are you all right? You look flushed. Have you
 been worrying about the prophecy again? You mustn't,
 you know! I wouldn't let anything happen to you, I
 promise. I'll watch over you tonight, and every night."

 The tired magician smiled at his young servant,
 trembling slightly with a sense of premonition. He had
 a strong impulse to reach out and kiss the lad, to hug
 his handsome young body to his own. Such thoughts made
 the magician's heart beat faster; he could almost feel
 the blood coursing through his veins.

 The youth misinterpreted Magnus's worried countenance
 as fear, and stepped up close, to fold the wizard in
 his strong young arms.

 Magnus yielded to the youth's embrace, the touch of his
 skin and the lad's fresh scent, which he inhaled
 deeply. He began to cry silently as the youth hugged
 him tightly to his breast. Before he knew what he was
 doing, the Magnus was pressing his lips against the
 boy's mouth.

 To his amazement, Kat didn't pull away in disgust, but
 kissed him back with youthful passion. They maintained
 their intimate embrace for a long while, kissing and
 hugging each other, until Magnus managed to bring his
 emotions under control.

 He stepped back from his child apprentice and said
 solemnly: "Young Kat, this isn't right. I mustn't
 behave in this unholy fashion towards you. I mustn't
 take advantage of your youth, or of your love for me
 as your master. Please forgive me, and forget what I
 did just now."

 His apprentice came up close to the old man and
 whispered: "Master, 'tis true that I love you, and
 that I am young. But you've done nothing here today
 that I did not desire. I have pined for you since the
 very beginning, when we first met."

 The wizard turned away to conceal his tears, but Kat
 reached out for his shoulders, turning him so that
 they stood face-to-face. "Master, my only desire is
 to lie with you this night. I wish to please you, to
 make you a gift of my youth. It is all I have to give,
 but I sense that it may take from you the melancholy
 that I see in your eyes."

 Magnus was shocked by these words, but at the same time
 he felt a lust for this youth growing deep within his
 body. He had thought such feelings had been banished
 many years since. To his surprise, however, he suddenly
 felt young again, seeing himself through the eyes of
 the youth who stood before him. Lust was written on the
 apprentice's smooth face, proving that he had not
 spoken merely from pity.

 Nevertheless, he looked just like an angel, his long
 shiny hair framing a clear-complexioned face. How
 lovely he is! was the magician's guilty thought.

 The boy slipped a slender, shapely hand under the
 Magician's robe, touching him tentatively, almost
 shyly, before wrapping his fingers around the older
 man's tumescent member.

 The magician gasped when he felt Kat's cool hand on
 his organ. It was a strangely exhilarating feeling,
 one he'd never felt, nor ever expected to feel.

 The apprentice looked up enquiringly at his master
 and smiled a beautiful smile, quite disarming the older
 man.

 Magnus thought: 'How could I not see how beautiful he
 was all the time we've been together?'

 As if reading the magician's mind, Kat moved closer to
 him, and pressed soft lips against those of his master
 in a deep, passionate kiss. Then, without saying a
 word, bade the older man stand, and led the bedazzled
 wizard to his bed chamber, lightly massaging his
 swollen organ as they went.

 Magnus couldn't believe what was happening to him. His
 mind and body were both in a kind of helpless daze. Sex
 with another male had never previously entered his
 head, but he was like putty in the hands of this lad,
 and fully prepared to do whatever was asked of him. He
 must accept his doom, no matter what it was. The
 slightest touch, or kiss, even the smell of the boy's
 arousal, took away his will. He couldn't resist, nor
 did he want to resist. He welcomed the sensations that
 his young lover was bestowing so freely upon him.

 He didn't care that the fame and reputation he had
 built over many years might be destroyed at once by
 an illicit love affair. He wanted only the youthful
 pleasures this boy was offering him.

 As the apprentice put his master's robe aside, the old
 magician thought wistfully that if only he'd employed
 a female it would at least have been respectable in the
 eyes of his lord, and of the other nobles of the heap.

 Magnus closed his eyes and lay back to receive the
 attentions of the man-child, now so dominant in their
 relationship. He was deliberately letting this happen.

 The magician opened his eyes long enough to reassure
 himself that love and desire were truly written on the
 handsome face hovering over his own. He ran through
 the prophecy again in his head. "Thou shalt feel the
 heat of the stroke of youth upon thy body, as thee
 passes over the threshold of life. This shall come to
 pass at the twenty-second hour of the twenty-second
 day of the twenty-second year of the Great Malinov's
 reign. Make thee ready, for thou canst not change thy
 fate, for 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 love began manipulating his straining
 member once more. He still couldn't believe it was
 really happening, but when he opened his eyes Kat was
 crouched over him, young and innocent, earnestly intent
 on his work. He tossed his long hair gracefully over
 one shoulder, tucking the remaining golden strands
 behind an ear. To the magician's amazement, the appren-
 tice leaned forward and encircled the older man's cock-
 head with soft full lips, which then slid down to
 engulf Magnus's organ to the hilt.

 The magician's mind was reeling, overpowered by over-
 whelming sensations. His recent cares were quite
 forgotten as he began uncontrollably to lurch his hips
 toward the young lover's mouth.

 The decadent scene went on for many minutes, until
 curtailed by the youth pulling his soft, sucking lips
 from his master's rampant member. "Master, there's
 something I must tell you..."

 Magnus felt such keen disappointment that his appren-
 tice had stopped his wonderful sucking that he pleaded
 in a whisper, his breath coming in gasps: "Please, Kat,
 don't stop now. Please... Please..."

 Kat looked down at the magician, love and care in
 his clear blue eyes, and shrugged. Pulling his coarse
 robe - the robe of a servant - up to his thighs, he
 moved up the magician's body until the old man's organ
 was pressed against his crotch. He reached down a hand
 to caress the magician's now-slick member, smoothing
 fluids over and around the cock-head, while Magnus
 writhed under his attentions.

 Then, amazingly, the old man felt his shaft engulfed
 by something moist, and warm. He opened his eyes,
 wondering how his young lover could reach him with his
 mouth while sitting so far forward on him.

 His eyes went very wide when he saw that the boy was
 rhythmically riding his erection. Somehow the he was
 making normal sexual love to him. Magnus was confused,
 but the feelings of his aroused body soon overpowered
 his reason.

 He had reached a level of pleasure never before exper-
 ienced during his celibate life. He reached out for the
 youth's hips, running his hands up either side of the
 boy's waist, underneath his robe. The feel of the boy's
 skin gave him great joy. Such freshness was truly a
 gift, the older man mused, his body surging beneath
 that of his young student.

 The magician explored the youth's body, bouncing
 rhythmically above him, with trembling hands. The young
 flesh felt delightful to his touch; Magnus had never
 felt anything like it before. He ran his hand up to the
 youth's chest, intending to help support the boy's
 weight, but the palms of his hands encountered large,
 swollen nipples. This fleetingly struck the magician as
 being a little strange.

 He felt his seed stirring from deep within, his
 apprentice's energetic sexual activity bringing him to
 an unfamiliar peak. Beginning to lose control of his
 own body, he moved his hands downwards to cup the boy's
 soft breasts. (SOFT BREASTS!!)

 Was that really what he'd felt? Was the boy, then, not
 a boy after all? He looked into his lover's eyes, and
 she smiled back lovingly, increasing her pace on top of
 him.

 As full realization dawned on the old magician, his
 hips bucked violently. Sperm spasmed from his depths,
 spurting out of his jerking body into the apprentice's
 nubile one. Spasm after spasm racked the wizard's body,
 and he fought for breath.

 Meanwhile, the young woman mounted on top of him kept
 up her relentless pace, rubbing her young mound
 frantically against his, as if trying to draw the last
 drop of his vital fluids out of him.

 He couldn't breathe, and he was becoming light-headed;
 darkness finally enveloped him as he lost consciousness.
 The last thing he saw or heard was the young woman's
 crying out as she orgasmed at his passing...

 His last thought was: "Thou shalt feel the heat of the
 stroke of youth upon thy body, as thou passes over the
 threshold of life...

                            *

 The sun shone in dusty streams through the high, glazed
 windows. The tower room brightened with every passing
 moment. A stray beam of sunlight fell across the young
 woman lying 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 contentedly, and looked over
 at her sleeping lover. Reaching out to caress his cheek,
 she then bent close and kissed him awake.

 "Wondrous woman," were his first words, "how could I
 not have known? Look at you! You're beautiful! What am
 I to call you now!? Surely Kat no longer?"

 "Master, my real name is Katherine, and Kat suits me
 very well. I would have told you about myself last
 night, but you were too impatient," she said, lovingly
 stroking his cheek.

 "Well, lovely woman-child, let us go down to the great
 hall and greet the day! Suddenly I feel like celebrat-
 ing at the Solstice feast, and won't Lord Malinov be
 surprised when I present my new apprentice at court!"
 he chuckled.

 Kat wrinkled her nose with a lovely smile before taking
 on a serious expression and reciting the first line of
 the ancient prophesy that had plagued the old magician
 for so many years.

 "Master, she intoned, "Thou shalt feel the heat of the
 stroke of youth upon thy body." Her face brightened,
 and she giggled delightfully. "I certainly felt the
 heat of your strokes last night!"

 Both laughed, and they hugged each other. The magician
 thought: 'I care not, just so that I live one more
 night. That will be enough, and should any more days be
 left to me, they will be more valuable than any that
 went before.'

                            *

 They didn't actually make it down to the great hall
 until the early afternoon of that day. When, however,
 they did reach the ground floors of the Malinov Heap,
 they added their cheerful voices to the general mer-
 riment, and received many an amazed stare.

 (The moral of this story? - 'There's no fool like an
 old fool').

                            *

 Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his encour-
 agement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a good job
 editing my little story.

 © December 1997 Last ed. 03/18/00 - Kristen Kathleen Becker
 Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com

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