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Archive name: magic.txt (mortal,immortal)
Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker
Story Title : The Magician's Tower
Last revised 9-3-98
-=*=-
The only thing I ask is that you don't remove my name
from my work, and that you don't make any changes to
my story. Otherwise do what you will.
-=*=-
The Magician's Tower
By Kristen Kathleen Becker
This story is set in a time before time -- in a mythi-
cal England that may never have existed, in the realm
of a majestic lord. Magnus the Great was the Malinov
court magician, a most powerful figure; respected and
a little feared by one and all. To reach his pinnacle
of power, the Great Magnus chose to remain celibate
all his life. That is, until he took a young waif in
as an apprentice.
-=*=-
"So tired. . . so very tired. . ." he mumbled as he
squinted at the manuscript propped on the cluttered
table. The wind moaned through the cracks and crevices
of the ancient tower room causing the fire in the
brazier to dance in its sconce.
Magnus of Malinov Heap rubbed his tired eyes. He felt
used up, almost as if he was nothing but a dried husk
of his former self. He had seen so much, and had done
things that couldn't even be spoken of, they were so
horrible.
He knew that the oracle had issued her frightful pro-
phecy of his passing, to have revenge on him for what
he had done to her and her allies. Everything he had
done had been for the good of the realm, and he
wouldn't do it differently even if he had the chance
to change things. 'Ah well. . .a court magician's fate
is a cruel one,' he thought.
Now that the Winter Solstice was upon him, the prophecy
would come to pass; he knew this, but still couldn't
interpret what it truly meant. He had worried about
this day for many years, ever since the old witch-thing
had spoken of his fate.
The words rang in his head like swords clashing in bat-
tle, "Thou shalt feel the heat of the stroke of youth
upon yer body, as thee pass over the threshold of life.
This shall come to pass on the twenty-second hour of
the twenty-second day, of the twenty-second year. Make
yer-self ready, for ye cannot change yer fate, fore it
shall come to pass on this earth, on that day, and at
that time o' year."
The magician sat at his table, the cold creeping into
his bones, almost like the fingers of death tightening
their grip upon him. He could hear the faint sounds of
the feasting far below in the great hall, but cared
not for the festivities of the chattel. 'Let them make
merry, one day their fate will come and they will not
even know that it has arrived to take them,' he thought
bitterly.
With a sigh, Magnus rose from his table and shuffled
across the room to the door of his study. Calling out
in a cracking voice, "Kat, where are you lad? Bring me
drink, I'm as parched as the winter fields."
'Where was that boy?' He thought. He was a good lad,
and the magician wasn't really as upset with him as it
might appear, but he was thirsty and needed drink.
Just then the young apprentice burst though the door,
with breathless concern for his master. "Oh noble
Magnus, I had no idea of the time. I was watching all
the lords and ladies, and knights below. They look so
wonderful and gay, I must have lost track of the time!
Please forgive me master."
The apprentice held up a steaming mug of mulled-wine
with both hands as if in supplication, a worried and
concerned look in his eyes.
The magician looked into the youth's clear shining
face, and thought to himself for the hundredth time,
'Why does this lad pull at my heart-strings so?'
At first, Magnus had just been attracted to the lad's
winning ways, his willing and intelligent nature.
That's why he had taken him as his apprentice in the
first place. But over time his feelings for the young
boy had become something more. The magician tried to
deny it, but what he felt for the apprentice was
almost. . . sexual.
He had a hard time accepting that thought and shook
his head in silent denial. He hadn't actually had
physical relations with another person...ever. He had
never allowed himself to get close enough to any
woman. . . they were dangerous and full of intrigue.
Sadly, he thought about all the warring and death he'd
seen in the past, and sighed again.
As the magician moved back to his worktable, he caught
the youth looking at him with shining eyes. He was
momentarily confused. This boy made him feel. . .
aroused. . .that was the only word he could think of
to describe what he felt. Ashamed of these feelings,
the magician took the proffered mug from the lad and
turned to his table with a tightening in his throat.
"Master, you look so very tired."
The youth moved to the magician's side. Magnus wanted
to tell the boy to let him be, but could not. The young
apprentice reached out and touched the magician's arm
in concern.
"Master are you all right? You look flushed and over-
heated. Have you been worrying about the prophecy
again? You mustn't! I won't let anything happen to you,
I promise. I'll watch over you this night, and every
night after too."
The tired magician smiled at his young servant, trembl-
ing slightly with premonition. He had a strong urge to
reach out and kiss the lad, to hug his young handsome
body to his own. These thoughts made his heart beat
faster, he could almost feel the blood coursing through
his veins.
The youth misinterpreted Magnus' appearance as fear,
and stepped up close to him, taking him into strong
young arms.
Magnus felt the youth's arms around him, felt their
skin touching, smelled the boy's fresh scent, and
breathed it in deeply. The magician began to cry
silently as the youth hugged him tightly to his
breast. Before he knew what he was doing, the great
Magnus was pressing his lips to the young lad's. To
his great surprise, the boy didn't pull away in
disgust, but kissed him back with youthful passion.
They stayed in that sinfully intimate embrace for a
long while, kissing and hugging each other, when
finally Magnus was able to bring his emotions into
check, pulling himself slightly away from his child
apprentice and said, "Young Kat, this is not right.
I must stop this unholy thing that I am doing to you.
I'll not take advantage of your youth, nor your love
for me as your master. Forgive me, and forget what
I've just done to you this night. I beg for your
forgiveness."
His apprentice stood close to Magnus and whispered,
"Master, tis true, I do love you, and tis also true
that I am a youth. But master, you have done nothing
here today that I did not want you to. I have pined
for you since the very beginning when first we met."
The older man turned away not wanting to show his
tears, but the young apprentice would not let him.
Kat reached out for the older man's shoulders, bring-
ing them face-to-face. "Master, I wish to lie with you
this night. I wish to please you, and give you the
gift of my youth. It is all that I have to give, but
I sense that it will restore you from the melancholy
that I see in you."
Magnus was shocked by the boy's unabashed words, but
it was undeniable, he could feel the lust building
deep within his body for this youth. He had thought
that such feelings had vanished many years ago. To
his surprise, he felt young, he saw himself through
the eyes of the youth who stood before him.
There was a lustful look written on the apprentice's
smooth face, proving that what he had said was not
from pity. He looked just like an angel, long shiny
hair framing a clear complexioned face. How lovely
the fresh young lad appeared, how lovely, thought
the magician guiltily.
The youth moved his strong, well-formed hand under the
Magician's robe, touching him with a tentative, almost
shy movement, then he wrapped his fingers around the
older man's expanding member. The magician gasped at
the feel of Kat's cool, firm hand on his sex. It was a
wonderful feeling, something he'd never expected to
feel in his life. The young apprentice looked up at
the mighty magician and smiled a most beautiful smile,
taking the older man's breath away.
Magnus thought to himself, 'How could I have not
noticed how beautiful this young lad was all this
time we've been together.' As if reading the
magician's mind, his apprentice moved closer to him,
and pressed soft lips to his master's, in a deeply
passionate kiss. Then without a word, the youth bade
the older man to stand and led the dazed magician to
his bed chamber, still massaging his manhood as they
moved.
Magnus couldn't believe what was happening to him. Sex
with another male had never been even a passing thought
in his mind before. But, this boy had complete control
of him now. He would do whatever was asked of him, his
mind, and body where on tender-hooks. He had to
experience what was to come, whatever was going to
happened. . .
Even the slightest touch, a kiss, even the smell of
the boy's arousal took his will away. He couldn't
resist, he didn't want to resist, he wanted the sen-
sations that his young lover was giving so willingly.
It didn't matter that he had built his fame and reputa-
tion over many years, and that he might be brought down
by such an illicit love affair. He didn't care any
longer, all he wanted was the youthful pleasures that
this boy could offer him. As his young apprentice
pulled his robe away, the magician wished regretfully,
that he'd employed a female, at least it would have
been respectable to his lord, and the other nobles of
the heap.
Closing his eyes, Magnus lay back to receive the wel-
come attentions of the man-child who had become so
dominant in their relationship all of a sudden. He was
making this happen.
The magician opened his eyes long enough to reassure
himself that there truly was love and lust written
upon that handsome face hovering over him. The old
prophecy ran through his thoughts again, "Thou shalt
feel the heat of the stroke of youth upon yer body, as
thee pass over the threshold of life. This shall come
to pass on the twenty-second hour of the twenty-second
day, of the twenty-second year. Make yer-self ready,
fore ye cannot change yer fate, fore it shall come to
pass on this earth, on that day, and at that time
o' year."
Was this what it meant? Was this lad going to bring
him to ruin, and take his place as Magician at Malinov
Heap?
He jerked as his lover began to manipulate his engorged
member again. He still couldn't believe it was really
happening. The magician opened his eyes to the sight
of young Kat positioned over him, young innocent face
poised over him, intent on his work. The young man
gracefully tossed his long hair over one shoulder,
tucking the remaining strands of golden hair behind an
ear.
Then, to the magician's amazement, the youth leaned
forward and with moist soft lips, encircled the older
man's cock-head, then slid his lips down to engulf him
to the hilt. The magician's mind was reeling, sensa-
tions were overpowering him, worries were completely
forgotten as he began to uncontrollably hunch his hips
toward his beautiful young lover's mouth.
This unholy scene went on for many minutes, until the
youth stopped the rhythm, pulling soft sucking lips
away from his master's now very erect member.
"Master, I have something I must tell you. . ." The
magician was so aroused and felt such intense disap-
pointment that his young apprentice had stopped his
wonderful sucking of him, that all he could do was
plead. His breath was coming in gasps as he whispered,
"Please Kat, please don't stop now. . . Please. . .
Please. . ."
Kat looked down at the magician with a look of love
and caring shining from clear blue eyes, and shrugged.
Pulling the coarse robe of a servant up to his thighs,
the youth moved up the magician's body, until the old
man's organ was pressed firmly against the other's
crotch. A hand reached down to caress the magician's
now slick, hot member, rubbing fluids around the
cock-head, making Magnus writhed under the other's
attentions.
Then amazingly, the old man felt his shaft engulfed by
a moist warm thing. He opened his eyes again, wondering
how his young apprentice could have reached him with
his mouth, sitting so far forward on him. His eyes went
very wide, as he saw this youth rhythmically riding
his erection. The boy was making love to him, somehow.
Magnus was confused, but the feelings of his aroused
body where quickly overpowering his reasoning. He was
reaching a level of pleasure that he had never exper-
ienced before in his celibate life. He reached for the
youth's hips, running his hand up either side of his
waist, underneath his robe. The boy's skin felt won-
derful to him. His freshness was truly a gift, the
older man thought as his body surged beneath his
apprentice.
Having never felt anything like it before, the magician
keep searching the youth's body with trembling hands,
the young body rhythmically bouncing above him felt so
delightful to touch.
He ran his hand to the youth's chest, meaning to help
support the boy, when the palms of his hands ran across
large, swollen nipples. The magician had the fleeting
thought that it was strange.
Magnus felt his seed begin to stir from deep within
him; his apprentice's energetic sexual rhythms bringing
him to an unfamiliar peak. Beginning to loose control
of his own body, the magician moved his hands downward
cupping the boy's sweet breasts.
((BREASTS!!)) What had he just felt, what was. . .?
His young boy, wasn't a boy after all.
He looked into the eyes of his lover. She smiled back
at him lovingly, increasing her pace atop him. As full
realization dawned on the old magician, his body bucked
violently as his sperm spasmed from his depths, and was
forced out of his jerking body into her young nubile
one. Spasm after spasm racked his body, as Magnus
fought for breath. In his whole life, he had never felt
anything like this before.
The young woman mounted on top of him kept up her
relentless pace, rubbing her young mound against his,
seemingly to draw every dram of his life-force from
him. He couldn't breathe, he was becoming light-headed,
darkness enveloped the magician as he lost conscious-
ness.
The last thing he saw or heard, was the young woman's
moans of passion as she orgasmed at his passing. . .
The last thought. . . "Thou shalt feel the heat of the
stroke of youth upon yer body, as thee pass over the
threshold of life. . .
-=*=-
The sun shown in dusty streams through the high glazed
windows. The tower room was brightening more with every
passing moment. A stray beam of sunlight burst across
the young woman laying carelessly naked on the bed. Her
beautiful blue eyes fluttered open as the warm sun
played across her perfectly-formed body.
She yawned and stretched in contentment, finally look-
ing at her sleeping lover. Reaching out to caress his
cheek, she bent close and kissed him to wakefulness.
"Oh wondrous woman," were his first words. "How could
I have not known? Look at you!, you are beautiful! What
am I to call you now!? It can not be Kat anymore."
"Master, my real name is Katherine, and I would have
told you about myself last night, but you were too
impatient," she said, all the while she stroking his
cheek lovingly.
"Well beautiful woman-child, let us descend the stairs
to the great hall, and greet the day! I feel like
celebrating at the Solstice feast all of a sudden, and
won't Lord Malinov be surprised when I present my "new"
apprentice at court," he chuckled.
Katherine wrinkled her nose with a lovely smile, then
taking on a serious expression, replied by reciting
the first line of the ancient prophesy that had worried
the magician for so many years. "Master, "Thou shalt
feel the heat of the stroke of youth upon yer body."
Then her beautiful face brightened and she burst into
delightful giggles of mirth, "And all I can say is I
certainly felt the heat of your strokes last night!"
They laughed together, and hugged. The magician thought
to himself, 'I don't care, just so I live another
night, that will be enough, and any days left to me,
will be more worthwhile than all the days that came
before.'
They didn't actually make it down to the great hall
until early afternoon that day. But when they finally
did reach the ground floors of the Malinov Heap, they
added their gay voices to the general merriment, and
received many an amazed stare.
The moral to this story. . .
"No fool like and old fool." Kristen
-=*=-
Thank you "Professor" Stephen for your "wonder"ful help!
-=*=-
©1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker - Kristen078@Hotmail.com
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