Message-ID: <17154eli$9811120531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17154.txt> From: mikaal@hotmail.com (HotScribe) Subject: THE WITHERING ROD OF ERIDU (I) by HotScribe (Mf, oral, cons, heroic fantasy) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: mikaal@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <3649ff1f.14853202@mail.cadvision.com> This is Part One of an heroic fantasy featuring a wizard known as Solomon Magus. By the time it's finished, it will probably have a little bit of everything, so if you don't like to read descriptions of various sexual acts and/or relationships, don't get started on this story. The code in the subject line will indicate what sort of subject matter is in the current chapter. If you like it, let me know. HotScribe (mikaal@hotmail.com) THE WITHERING ROD OF ERIDU Book One of The Erotic Adventures of Solomon Magus 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 my 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 disappear 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 opened and 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... (To Be Continued) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>