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The Withering Rod of Eridu 
Book One 
of 
The Erotic Adventures of Solomon the Mage 
by
HotScribe
 
CHAPTER ONE 
 
	Three days into the on-going week-long ceremonies following
the marriage of my sister, Talima, to Khalid ben Guri, the crown
prince of Shallamar,  a messenger of some sixteen years came to my
door. 
	"Forgive the intrusion, Mage Solomon--" he began, then stopped
to gape at the somewhat messy state of my 
room and the equally dishevelled look of the two half-naked women who
reclined on my bed, both of them clad in leather 
harnesses. 
	The messenger coughed his throat clear of embarrassment,
leaned forward and said in a low voice, "May we---
uh---speak privately, sir?" 
	I raised an eyebrow at him, shrugged, then waved my hand at
the women.  Almost immediately, they vanished. 
	"By the gods of Kush!" exclaimed the messenger as he started
to protest by apparent heartless and barbaric 
gesture. 
	"Don't concern yourself," I replied hastily. "They were but
phantasms which I conjured for my pleasure." 
	The answer seemed to satisfy the young man although he
continued to gaze at me warily as if expecting me to 
make him disappeared just as easily if it were my whim. 
	"Come in, come in," I urged, "and shut the door behind you." 
	I waved a finger towards the door and while the messenger
entered and closed it, I took a moment to cast 
another spell that cleaned up the mess, straightened the bedsheets and
set the room back into its original and neatly 
organized state. 
	The messenger gaped in awe, his eyes bright and wide and
brown. 
	"Well, boy, we're alone now.  What do you wish to tell me?" 
	"Master, I have come at the behest of the High Council of
Wizards in Rajni, bringing with me this scroll--" which 
he then produced from his loose-fitting garment and handed to me,
"--and they bade me give it to your personally saying 
it was of the utmost importance that you read it." 
	"Anything else?" I inquired as I took the scroll. 
	He reached into his tunic once more and pulled out a
diamond-shaped silver amulet on a long chain.  The 
center of the medallion contained a bluish, translucent stone. "The
council suggested you wear this once you have 
perused and understood the contents of the scroll." 
	Certainly this all began to sound quite mysterious to me and
my interest in the scroll urged me to open it 
immediately, but I deferred from doing so in front of the messenger. 
	"I do apologize for interrupting your--uh--recreation," the
young man went on. "Had the council not impressed 
upon me the necessity of finding you as quickly as possible, I would
have--" 
	I waved the rest of his explanation aside with my hand. "'Tis
of no consequence," I replied. "My companions 
can be conjured up at any time." 
	"Then, perhaps you would consider allowing me to be your real
companion for awhile...?"  And, that said, the 
messenger suddenly pulled up his shirt to reveal two of the most
succulent breasts I'd seen in a long time. 
	"You're a woman!" I exclaimed, fully taken aback since the
messenger had seemed so boyish in her looks and 
mannerisms and voice tone. 
	She merely shrugged. "I am not one to paint the eyes and lips
for work such as this," she replied. 
	"Forgive me for thinking you a boy, then," I said. "It was
indeed hard to tell..." 
	"No offense taken."  She pulled the top up further, tugging it
over her head.  Her breasts stretched slightly 
upwards, their tips pink and round.  She was much shorter than I, the
top of her head coming to the middle of my chest, 
but as she stepped out of her boots and pulled off her breeches, I
could see she was very well-proportioned for her height.  
The fact that I was also thirty-odd years older than she didn't seem
to bother her. 
	"You have me at a slight disadvantage," I muttered as I opened
my robe and let it fall to the floor.  "You know 
my name, but---" 
	"I am Taraneh, but you may call me Tara." 
	And with that, she gently but forcibly pushed me backwards
until I hit the side of the bed and sat down on it.  In 
the next moment, she was on her knees and between my legs, her hands
grasping the shaft of my now-stiffening member. 
	"I have heard tales of the magnificent staff of Solomon," she
whispered, "and now here it stands before my 
very eyes." 
	I chuckled. "It is no different than any other man's," I
observed. 
	"You are too modest," she chided. "Look how it swells within
my grasp, its length and hardness throbbing for 
intimate and immediate attention." 
	Without further exposition, her mouth devoured me, playing
upon my cock a sweet melody such as I had never 
experienced before.  Up down and around her lips slid, their
ministrations thrilling me beyond words until, at length, I cried 
out in passion and exploded into her mouth, the warm contents of which
she immediately swallowed. 
	She rose, thereafter, gazing at me with her young eyes
sparkling and bright, wet with tears of gratitude. 
	"You're rather young to know such blissful techniques," I
said. 
	She merely smiled and shrugged, then explained simply, "I do
what i must to survive." 
	"Then you expect some sort of payment for--?" 
	"Oh! mercy, no, Master Solomon! That was done for my pleasure
as well as your own.  However--" she held up 
her hands and wiggled her fingers. "I am somewhat of a skilled thief.
There is no door I cannot open, no lock I cannot 
pick--" 
	"And, apparently, no modesty you cannot find."  I laughed at
her audacity and pulled on my robe again. 
"Although I am skilled at my own craft, " I continued, "still I am
aware of my limits." 
	"You have misunderstood me, Master," Tara replied as she
helped me to fasten my robe. "I know full well what 
I can or cannot do.  But, to be honest, I need to hone my skills, and
I'm looking for some sort of adventure that would 
enable me to do just that.  I suspect that is why the council sent the
scroll to you--there is some task they want you to 
fulfill, and I'm hoping you will allow me to accompany you and be of
some help." 
	I raised my eyebrows and gave her a half-smile. "You've
already read the scroll, then--?" 
	"By the gods! no---I would not do such a thing.  I may be a
thief, but I am not without some decency."  Then, 
quietly, she said as she hung her head, "Besides, I do not know how to
read." 
	"Ah."  I retrieved the scroll, broke the seal and began to
unravel the parchment. "Very well.  You may travel 
with me, if such the case may be. And, if not, then perhaps you will
allow me to teach you how to read." 
	"Master Solomon, you are too kind..." 
	"It is the least I can do for someone who can give me Bliss
with her mouth such as you have done." 
	Then I started to read the scroll out loud... 
 
 
CHAPTER TWO 
 
	<SOLOMON MAGUS:  THE KEEP OF ERIDU HAS REQUESTED OUR 
	AID IN EXPELLING AN UNKNOWN EVIL FROM WITHIN ITS WALLS.
WE URGENTLY REQUEST YOU TRAVEL 
THERE AT YOUR EARLIEST 	OPPORTUNITY TO SEE WHAT CAN BE DONE AND RENDER
HELP IF 	NECESSARY.  WE 
HAVE INSTRUCTED THE MESSENGER TO GIVE YOU 	THE AMULET OF
PROTECTION WHICH SHOULD AFFORD YOU 
SOME 	MANNER OF SAFETY. 
	THE BLESSING OF YOUR FELLOW WIZARDS AND THE PROTECTION 
	OF THE GODS BE WITH YOU.   THE HIGH COUNCIL OF WIZARDS> 
 
	"You see," said Tara after I finished reading the scroll
aloud.  "I told you it would be an adventure of sorts." 
	"And, quite possibly, a dangerous one, too," I retorted.
"Based on past experience, I always hesitate when an 
'unknown evil' is indicated. I never know what I'm getting into, and
it's usually worse than what was first imagined. But---it 
is an adventure, nonetheless." 
	"Then, shouldn't we be on our way?" asked Tara. 
	I chuckled at her. "Looking like that?"  
	She was still in a naked state. 
	She laughed back.  "That would certainly draw attention to us,
wouldn't it?" 
	"While you dress," I continued, "I shall talk with my sister,
let her know where we're going.  Then I'll say my 
good-byes to the rest of my own family, and the members of my
newly-related family-in-law. I should be ready to depart 
by mid-day." 
	Tara nodded in agreement.  "Shall I obtain supplies for us?" 
	"Enough rations for two days," I answered as I took some coins
from my bag and tossed them to her.  She 
caught them. 'Barring any unforeseen circumstances, that's how long it
should take us to get to Eridu." 
	Tara bowed her head slightly. "Yes, Mage." 
	I was about to tell her not to be so formal since we'd so
recently shared such an intimate moment, but I quickly 
changed my mind. It is still good for the young to respect their
elders in spite of relationships. 
 
	Precisely as I had said, mid-day found Tara and I on the road
to Eridu. 
	I'd never been to the Keep before so I didn't know what to
expect other than what I'd been told by my sister---
that those who dwelt there were mainly soldiers and mercenaries under
the employ of Preet, king of Shallamar.  They 
protected the border between Arpakshad and elam, patrolling up and
down the River Ganga which ran from the Elburz 
Mountains in the north, east-southeast past the Rajasthan Desert to
empty into the Sea of Salacia just off the 
Coromandel Coast. 
	"Where are you from?" asked Tara as we made our way along the
dusty road which led through the Forest of 
Andhra. 
	"I was born in Javan---part of the Isles of the Gentiles---but
spent most of the years of my childhood in Asshur. 
When an army of black warriors under the command of Chief Mapigano
swept up from Kush to invade my adopted 
country---killing my parents in the process---I escaped east and
arrived at Chambal.  Here I came under the tutelage of 
the Council of Wizards, particularly Ramesh Magus, from whom I learned
many things of a magical nature." 
	"And the art of lovemaking...?" prodded Tara. 
	"Ah---that's another story entirely," I replied as I attempted
to evade her inquiry. 
	She touched my arm gently, squeezed with her fingers. 
	"Tell it to me, I pray you, Mage Solomon.  I have heard so
many tales of your sexual prowess, and your 
amazing staff, but none which sound like the Truth." 
	I pursed my lips.  It had been so long since the awakening of
my Bliss that i wondered if I could remember the 
details as accurately as I thought I did.  "Very well, I shall tell
you the Truth, if you wish..." 
 
 
CHAPTER THREE 
 
	"Unfortunately," I began as Tara and I stopped for a rest, "so
many of the stories have obviously been quite 
exaggerated.  I am no more a great lover than even you.  But I suppose
one of the women i loved when I was younger 
enjoyed her time with me so much that she told of our intimate
relations and thus the word was spread.  As you probably 
know, the more a story is told by word of mouth from one person to
another, the more distorted it becomes, and the 
further it strays from the truth if it is not written down.  And even
then it could be hearsay. 
	"However, if you wish to know the truth of the matter, then I
shall tell you." 
 
	I must have been fifteen, nay! perhaps sixteen, at the time.
I had been with Ramesh Magus perhaps one year.  
He taught me a few magical spells in exchange for cleaning up his work
space and generally helping him whenever he 
needed more than his own two hands. 
	Oddly enough, working spells came quite easily to me, as if I
were one born to adapt them to my life.  
Memorizing words and gestures and components---I found them all not
only fascinating, but easy to learn. 
	At any rate, it happened that while I was straightening up
some voluminous tomes on the mage's shelves, I 
came across a book entitled Love-Making Spells. My interest was
immediately sparked since, up until that time, I had not 
yet been alone with a woman, my Bliss was still yet intact, and I had
only heard stories of sexual pleasures from other lads 
my age who weren't as naive as I. 
	Curious, then, I removed the book from the shelf, opened to
the contents page and quickly perused it.  One 
chapter title in particular intrigued me and I turned to it.  The
spell wasn't difficult to learn and I had it memorized in a few 
moments. 
	But then I heard the mage returning so I quickly reshelved the
book and continued with my cleaning. 
	Now, as was customary for the mage and I, we regularly visited
his brother an sister, both of whom were about 
fifteen years older than I, if I remember correctly.  Usually we took
some gifts and foodstuffs which were then exchanged 
for various products of like kind. 
	On one particular day, the mage was unable to make the journey
for some reason or other, so he asked me to 
go myself and make the exchange ritual.  I put the gifts into my bag
and set off for Prithu, the home of his siblings.  For 
the mage, it was probably a good hour's walk; but with my youth, I
made it in a much shorter time. 
	I arrived at the house, met the brother who took his gifts,
then told me to go to his sister's room as she wasn't 
feeling well and had lain down until the sickness passed. 
	I climbed the stairs and entered her room.  Lalita---I believe
that was her name---was a beauteous creature with 
dark eyes and hair and light molasses-colored skin.  She lay beneath a
coverlet of fur, her head resting on a fairly large 
pillow that bore the decorative markings of the Madai craftsmen.  I
remarked on this, and she replied that she'd 
purchased it while visiting Kaveh, a city in that land. 
	I asked the nature of her illness. She replied simply that her
body burned with Bliss that yearned to be released, 
but that there was no one here to help release it. 
	Now, understand that I was quite ignorant of Bliss at the
time, having never experienced it; and although i was 
relatively familiar with love-making---from what I had read in the
book, for I had more opportunities to read its contents---
I innocently inquired if I might be able to assist her in getting
well.  
	She patted the bed beside her and said, "Come here." 
	I sat down and, before I realized what had happened, her hand
slipped beneath the waistline of my breeches 
and caught my flaccid member. 
	That first touch of a woman's hand upon me was at once both
strange and yet exciting.  Verily, I did swell to a 
good size!  I had to stand then so she could pull down my breeches to
allow me more freedom of movement. 
	'Twas then she drew aside her coverlet to expose her body, and
I gazed upon a wondrous sight of two large 
breasts, a firm stomach and a small mound of hair between her legs
which seemed to beckon to me with its dew-drenched 
tendrils. 
	Lalita had already begun to moan quite loudly, and I felt sure
her noises would bring her brother to the room, but 
such was not the case. 
	She bade me lie down quickly, and I did so.  After rubbing my
firm staff several times to make sure I was good 
and hard, she threw one leg over me, straddled my hips and settled
down upon my rod. 
	After some few minutes of up and down movement---which brought
me no end of pleasure!---I saw a look of 
disappointment come over her face. 
	"What's wrong?" I asked, genuinely concerned. 
	Her lips twisted, her hips gyrated, then she said, "You're too
small---I can barely feel you!" 
	Had I been more sexually enlightened, this remark probably
would have caused me great distress and thus 
deflated what erection I did have. 
	But, instead, I remembered that first spell I'd memorized from
the love-making book. 
	I closed my eyes, visualized my organ within her, then
murmured the enchanted words. 
	A strange feeling swept over me, then I heard Lalita gasp,
then yelp with surprise and joy as my cock suddenly 
swelled and throbbed of its own accord, pressing against the walls of
her chasm, filling her completely. 
	Lalita cried aloud, and I daresay more with pleasure than
pain, for she told me afterward that never had she felt 
so full by any other penis. 
	Thus she rode me, not once, not twice, nay! thrice she bucked
her naked form upon my magical staff, loading 
her innards with my seeds again and again until both of us were wet
and sticky... 
 
	"And that is the truth?" asked Tara, her mouth drooling at the
vision of my huge stalk.  "Oh, mage!  Do it for 
me!" she pleaded.  "The magic words---say them so that I might see for
myself!" 
	Already she was on her knees in front of me as I sat on a
fallen tree.  Her hands scrambled to release me from 
my robe.  As her nimble fingers caught me and pulled me forth, I lay
back and chanted those esoteric words once again 
as I had done so many times before. 
	With a small cry of delight, Tara felt my cock increase in
size until it was all she could do to fit her hands around 
its circumference.  Then she kissed its mushroom-shaped head, ran her
tongue across it, pumped that rod with all her 
might until at length I exploded into the air, covering her hair and
face and hands with my sticky sap. 
	And for the next while, before we bathed in the nearby Ganga
River, she took me twice within her bowels so 
that she, too, might feel the hugeness of my enchanted member and know
the truth of those many rumours. 
 
 
CHAPTER FOUR 
 
	Sundown saw us arrive at the Pir Panjah mountains and an hour
later, after travelling along the base of them, 
the keep or eridu emerged from a light mist. 
	Even before we had reached the gate, we could sense that
something was not right.  I was grateful for the 
Amulet of Protection, but feared for Tara's safety, so I cast an aura
of good about her that would at least keep most evil 
things at a distance for awhile. 
	Slowly we approached the gate, noting that the grat doors were
open and that no guards seemed to be posted 
on the walls. 
	Upon entering, we realized the whole keep had been deserted. 
	"What's happened?" whispered Tara, not daring to raise her
voice lest we disturb some as-yet-unseen danger.  
"Where is everyone?" 
	"I don't know," I replied. "Perhaps we're too late and the
evil has already taken control." 
	"What sort of evil might this be?" 
	"One that I don't wish to be around to see," I said
truthfully. "But I have no choice. You may leave now, if you 
want." 
	Tara rested her hand on my forearm and squeezed. "I would feel
safer with you, Solomon."  Then she drew out a 
dagger. "And with this." 
	"I think whatever we face will be more than a match for that
little dirk," I commented, a little amused. 
	"Then we'll have to rely on your magic, won't we?" she
retorted. 
	And, that said, Tara followed close behind me as I headed for
the open door that would obviously lead to the 
interior of the keep's main building.  I pushed against it and,
creaking, it swung open. 
	We stood in what would have been a large dining area for the
soldiers, for there were several long tables with 
chairs, perhaps a dozen bowls and tankards scattered about. 
	But, no sign of human life. 
	At the back of the room, we found a flight of stairs going to
what I assumed would be the basement or 
storeroom where, if it was like any other keep, there would be several
large kegs of ale, as well as rooms where fresh linen, 
dishes and cutlery were kept. 
	Tara peered into the hole.  "looks awfully dark down there,"
she whispered. 
	"See if you can find a torch," I suggested. 
	A quick search nearby netted two torches.  I took one, held it
while Tara prepared to light it.  I would have used 
magic to do it, but felt I should converse my powers for later.  Just
in case. 
	The torch flared and crackled as sparks from tara's flint and
tinder fell upon the dry straw and kindling.  Once 
the flames had settled into a slow, steady flow, we headed down the
stairs. 
	A strange, unfamiliar pungent odor filled our nostrils. 
	"Ugh--what is that?" murmured Tara as her nose crinkled. 
	"Nothing good," I surmised as I reached the bottom of the
stairway. Shadows danced around the walls, the light 
from the torch illuminating several large kegs of ale---probably still
intact---and some cases which probably held some 
other sort of supplies. 
	But we did not bother with these.  Instead, our attention was
caught almost immediately by a door on one of the 
walls.  It glowed with a bluish-green light and had several magical
symbols inscribed on it.  
	"This doesn't look good," I whispered to Tara.  "This doesn't
look good at all." 
	 
 
CHAPTER FIVE 
 
	For what seemed a long time, Tara and I stared at the doorway.
That it was magically protected I did not doubt.  
But by whom or by what means I had no idea.  Although the symbols were
similar to some from my magic book, they 
were obviously from some culture or magical system I wasn't familiar
with, and yet, for some reason, they looked 
strangely familiar.  I was sure I'd seen some of them before. 
	"Can't you cast some sort of spell to disable the magic?"
asked Tara. 
	"Of course I could," I answered. "But, the door might be
triggered in such a way as to fire the dispelling spell 
back at me.  In which case, there's the possibility I could lose my
magic altogether.  Or the door could explode. Or we 
could be polymorphed into something..."  My voice trailed off. 
	"What is it?" Tara looked at me as I fell into silence. 
	"The markings---I finally recognize them," I explained. "It's
the sign of Lazhar, a wizard from Kabiri." 
	"He is---evil?" breathed the girl, her eyes wide. 
	I smirked.  "Not exactly evil."  Memories of a previous
meeting with Lazhar flashed momentarily through my 
thoughts, but I pushed them aside. 
	"Uhn--!" 
	Although I heard Tara's grunt from beside me, my peripheral
vision had already discerned a faint light glowing 
where she stood.  I turned to see her immobilized by some sort of
paralyzing spell.  Turning further, my eyes fell upon a 
tall, brown-skinned man with leathery features, thick bushy eyebrows,
and piercing black eyes. 
	"Lazhar!" 
	White teeth gleamed from the darkness of his face as he smiled
broadly at me. "Well, if it isn't my old friend, 
Solomon!" he exclaimed. 
	I raised my hand. 
	"I wouldn't try anything, if I were you," he cautioned.
"Otherwise the young lady could be hurt." 
	I lowered my hand. 
	"What are you doing in Eridu?" I asked, a frown creasing my
brow. "And what have you done with all the 
soldiers?" 
	"Oh, don't be too upset, Magus.  I---sent them away for a
short while.  Haven't you heard the tales of Eridu?"  
He cocked his head sideways and raised an eyebrow at me.  "How there
is supposed to be a magic rod hidden here?" 
	I laughed, then remarked, "Silly children's tales." 
	"Are they?" he replied.  "Not so.  Behold---!" 
	He spoke a magic word and the glowing door vanished to reveal
a room beyond.  After motioning with his hand 
at Tara, her frozen body floated through the doorway.  Lazhar gestured
to me, then he followed me into the room. 
	It was totally empty except for a small table, upon which lay
a length of slender pipe about a foot long.   
	"This room was hidden for a long time until, with my magic, I
was able to locate it.  But now that I've found the 
rod, I haven't yet been able to ascertain its powers."  He looked at
me and said, more as a statement than a question, 
"You will help me." 
	I thought for a moment before I answered. "Let Tara go," I
offered. "Then I'll see what I can do." 
	Lazhar licked his lips, gestured his hand towards Tara.
Instantly her clothes vanished and left her floating 
gently, white and naked before us both. 
	"Quite a delicate treasure you have here, Solomon..." 
	I snorted and shook my head.  "Still the lecherous lizard, I
see." 
	He shrugged.  "Come now, Solomon," he remarked. "Our tastes
are very much alike."  He let Tara's body settle 
to the floor feet first, then, as her soles touched the coolness of
the stone floor, the spell broke. 
	Tara blinked, momentarily dazed and disoriented since the last
thing she remembered would be the glowing 
door. 
	When she saw the magician, realized her naked condition, she
shrieked and hid behind me.  She peeked out.  
"Where are my clothes?" she demanded. 
	"Tara," I said, "this is Lazhar---the well-meaning, but
slightly misguided acquaintance of mine." 
	"Solomon!"  Lazhar gave me a hurt expression. "Forgive him, my
dear Tara.  He's obviously quite jealous of my 
abilities as a magician." 
	"But---" returned the girl, "are you a better lover than he?" 
	I did a double-take at Tara and my mouth dropped open.  I
thought she'd said it in jest, but it appeared to be a 
genuine question. 
	Lazhar licked his lips again, a lascivious look appearing on
his face. "Are you willing to find out?" he asked. 
	Tara merely smiled and looked at me. 
	I shrugged and nodded my head. 
	It would indeed be interesting to know. 
 
CHAPTER SIX 
 
	Lazhar made a gesture with his hand.  The air around us
shimmered and sparkled for several moments until 
everything solidified and we found ourselves in a sumptuous room.  A
large bed covered with colorful satin sheets and 
pillows waited in the middle, the walls were draped with plush velvet
curtains, and the smell of incense pervaded our 
nostrils.  Around us, the soft glow of a hundred or so candles lit
everything. 
	"This should suffice?" inquired the sorcerer. 
	"More than adequate," replied an impressed Tara.  She moved
lithely forward and began to find her way 
through Lazhar's robes. He untied them, let them tumble in a heap to
the floor.  His brown, naked body gleamed in the 
candlelight, his white eyes and teeth shining brightly as he allowed
Tara to fall upon his member, kissing it, rubbing it, 
arousing it. 
	Tara stopped for a moment, glanced at me. "don't just stand
there, Solomon," she chided with a grin.  "Do 
something!" 
	I needed no further invitation and my robes were soon lying
across a table. 
	I sight of Tara exploring Lazhar's large member had already
aroused me and I moved to join them. 
	Light and short as she was, it was an easy task for me to lift
Tara into my arms. Then she shrieked with surprise 
and delight as I turned her over and rested the back of her calves
upon my shoulders.  From this position, I easily 
devoured the flesh of her quim, my tongue dancing hither and thither
upon her tiny, delicate bud, then thrusting into the 
warm wetness of her cave. 
	Tara, in the meantime, in her upside-down reverse position,
was at just the right height to take Lazhar's  
thickened member into her mouth. And this she did, engulfing the head,
then seeming to virtually swallow the entire 
length of his rod. 
	"By the gods!" breathed Lazhar as he watched her. "This girl
knows how to play!" 
	I grinned at him.  Then, for several long moments the three of
us plied upon each other, tasting and relishing our 
organs or pleasure for, in this position, Lazhar was able to lean
forward and let his tongue lash at Tara's clit whilst my own 
explored the depths of her two tunnels, while at the same time, his
hand was able to reach around her body to grasp my 
own cock and stroke it slowly and firmly to stiffness. 
	At length, Tara removed herself from Lazhar's cock and bade
him lie on the bed.   
	After he had done so, and I put her to the floor, Tara climbed
up, straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his 
saliva-covered brown stalk, its whole length disappearing into her
bowels. 
	Once settled on him, Tara leaned forward across his chest,
glanced at me and patted her buttocks. 
	I knew what she desired, but I would not do so without first
preparing her. I quickly took up a small bead from 
the table, spoke an incantation. The bad dissolved into a jelly-like
substance which I immediately spread over my cock, 
then rubbed around tara's anus, poking my finger into her tight hole
to loosen the muscle and smooth the way for my 
imminent entry. 
	Lazhar had begun thrusting slowly up into her, his hands
squeezing and tweaking her breasts and nipples.   
	Now I climbed on the bed and straddled the couple. 
	Lazhar stopped for a moment so that I could position the tip
of my member at the point of entry; then, slowly, I 
pushed my way in, Tara's anal muscle widening slowly in order to allow
me to penetrate.  It grabbed me and engulfed the 
head. I paused for a moment to allow Tara's body to adjust to the new
fullness, then eased in some more. 
	She groaned aloud at the pressure and tightness of both cocks
within her channels, but never did she cry for 
release. 
	Now buried within her ass, I pulled back to the base of the
tip. Lazhar felt my movement through her vaginal 
walls and pushed up with his own thick member. Then he retreated and I
shoved in again. 
	A few seconds later we had taken up a rhythmic motion,
alternating thrusts and retreats with our cocks and the 
bed rocked in a swaying motion whilst Tara moaned and groaned with joy
at the double pleasure she received as she 
adjusted to our movements.  And it took only a few minutes of such
doubleplay for her to cum, her hands beating upon 
Lazhar's chest as she screamed her ecstatic release. 
	Such animalistic noises were too much for me and a wonderful
Bliss swept over my entire being as I blasted my 
full load of seed into her ass. 
	I pulled out of Tara, my exit made all the more easy by the
excess of lubricating liquid, then she lifted herself 
from Lazhar's throbbing member and grabbed at its thickness, pumping
wildly upon it until he, too, cried out with ecstasy.  
His hips jerked upwards as long thick streams of white cream spurted
high into the air, spilling across Tara's face and hair 
and neck and breasts, drenching her with its sticky wetness. 
	 
 
 
CHAPTER SEVEN 
	 
	A short time later, all of us cleaned and clothed, Lazhar
asked Tara who was the best lover. 
	Tara only smiled, then said evasively, "Ah! well, one session
with both of you is not enough on which to base a 
decision." 
	I chuckled and shook my head. 
	"However," concluded Lazhar, I'm sure it was enjoyable for the
three of us--?  Now to the other matter at 
hand..." 
	With a wave of his hand, the sumptuously-decorated bedroom
suite dissolved and we found ourselves one again 
inside the room at the keep of Eridu. 
	Lazhar picked up the rod from the dais, pointed it.  Nothing
happened. 
	"Any suggestions?" he asked. 
	"How about waving it," said Tara. 
	Lazhar gave her a half-doubting look, but waved it
nonetheless. Still nothing. 
	"Well, this is getting us nowhere," the magician sighed,
exasperation clearing noticeable in his voice. 
	"Perhaps it needs a magic word to trigger its ability," I
offered. "Are there no other clues as to its power?" 
	"Not that I'm aware of," he answered. 
	During this time, Tara had been taking a closer look at the
dais. Her fingers glided gently from one stone to the 
next until she suddenly stopped and pressed. An audible click heralded
the opening of a small cubicle in the side of the 
stone.  Within---a slip of paper. 
	She took it, unfolded it. 
	"More magic symbols?" she asked of me, not wanting to reveal
her illiteracy to Lazhar. 
	He snatched the paper from her hands before I could look at
it. He read it, then pointed the rod at Tara and 
spoke whatever words were on the paper. 
	Immediately a brown light flashed from the tip of the wand and
enveloped Tara.  Almost immediately, she aged 
ninety years, her hair long and silver, her skin withered and wan. 
	"Lazhar, no!" I protested.  I started to move towards him but
he turned the rod on me. 
	"Oh, settle down, Solomon.  I'll reverse the process on one
condition." 
	"What's that?"   
	"Give me the spell that enlarges your member---I know that's
probably why these women think you're a great 
lover..." 
	I thought for a moment, not sure what to do.  Indeed I wanted
Tara to be returned to normal, for now she 
hunched against the dais like a shrivelled sack of bones.  And yet, I
did not wish to reveal my secret of enlargement 
(which, as Lazhar had said, might have something to do with my
popularity---or notoriety, as the case may be---but 
certainly not everything). 
	Finally, I made my decision.  "All right.  return her to her
young self again and I will give you what you want." 
	Lazhar positively beamed with joy, his white teeth glinting in
the light of the torch.  he aimed the rod at Tara 
once more, spoke the magic words backwards.  A yellow light settled on
Tara from the rod and her body returned to 
normal. 
	"What---what happened?" she asked, a little dazed and
disoriented. 
	Lazhar ignored her, gave me the paper. "Here, write down the
words I want or I shall wither you..." 
	I set the paper upon the dais, removed a quill and ink bottle
from my robe and set down the words.  I blew upon 
the ink to dry it, then handed the paper back to Lazhar. 
	He smiled at me, glanced down at the magic formula. "Now we
shall see who is the best lover." 
	That said, he opened his robe and withdrew his member which,
though longer than  mine, was certainly not as 
thick. He took it in his hand, began to stroke it.  "When do I say the
words?" he demanded of me. 
	"When your member has risen to its own full height," I
replied. 
	After pumping vigorously, Lazhar's rod soon reached its
fullest expanse. 
	I glanced at Tara.  Her eyes were wide and I knew that, in
spite of what Lazhar had done to her only moments 
before, she was nonetheless enchanted by the self-stimulation before
her and was ready to fall upon it again once he 
spoke the spell. 
	"Prepare yourself, girl," said th sorcerer. "I would bury this
within your chamber..." 
	I realized then that somehow Lazhar had bewitched Tara into
doing as he bid, for she had already begun to 
loosen her breeches. 
	"I would say the words soon," I suggested wryly, "lest you
cover the girl with your seed before the deed's been 
done." 
	His face grimaced half with pleasure, half with pulling upon
his member.  Then he gasped out the words I had 
inscribed upon the paper. 
	He yelped with surprise, looked down as his swollen manhood
quivered of its own accord, then--- 
	---shrivelled to the size of a man's thumb. 
	Lazhar made a choking noise, then he gasped as a dribble of
seed fell from the tip of his shrunken member. 
	In his surprise, he dropped the wand and broke his control
over Tara at the same time.  In an instant, she had 
caught the rod ere it reached the floor. 
	"What have you done?!" Lazhar wailed, his eyes blazing at me. 
	"That's for what you did to Tara," I replied.  "If you'd done
something to me, It might have been different.  But 
to use a defenseless girl for one of your experiments..."  I shook my
head in disbelief and let the rest go unsaid. 
	I grabbed Tara's hand, strode towards the stairs. 
	"Wait!" cried Lazhar.  "You can't leave me like this!" 
	I smiled.  "The spell will reverse itself after awhile.  And
by that time we shall we well on our way.  However, you 
would be well advised not to use my friends as subjects again." 
	I sent Tara up the steps and followed after her. 
	"I won't forget this, Solomon Magus!" I heard Lazhar threaten
from the lower floor.  He shouted something else, 
too, but by that time we were gone. 
 
	"You didn't give him the right magic words, did you?" asked
Tara as she raised her mouth from tending to my 
enchanted organ. 
	"Well, yes and no.  Although I translated the spell into words
he could understand---part of which had to do with 
his member--I inserted an extra word that would cause it to wither as
it did." 
	"But---won't he be able to figure out the real incantation?" 
	"No.  I left out certain symbols that are necessary for
completing the spell." 
	"So, you two knew each other before?" asked Tara, as she
pumped me closer to Bliss. 
	"Yes..."   
	"What happened between the two of you then?" 
	"Ah! That--" I said and groaned as I felt Bliss flowing up
through my groin. "That, my dear sweet Tara, is 
another story for another time..." 
	And then I was swept away in the ecstasy of my Bliss. 
 
END


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