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DISCLAIMER>>
This story is intended for adults.  If You are under the age of 18, don't
read it.  If You are under
18, and You do find a copy of this story, don't blame anyone but yourself If
You get caught
reading it.  IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT!!!

Now, To all the adults, I hope You enjoy the story, it's a first in a
series.
Contents: M/F, Fantasy.


Written By: Mark VIII




                   The Sorcerer's Apprentice

     Brin looked out of the tower window, gazing out at the lush trees of
the forest.  The air was
warm, its breezes scented with the sweetness of wildflowers.  With a grunt
of unhappiness, Brin
turned back into the room.  His undivided attention was needed for the task
at hand.  He gripped
the handle tightly in his hands, and began to move it slowly back And forth.
His movement picked
up speed as he deftly made his way about the room.  In five years as the
Wizard Valin's apprentice
he had been trusted with this most important task.

     After a few scant minutes Brin threw the instrument to the floor.  Five
years as an
apprentice, and all he was trusted to do was sweep the floor.  Brin looked
about the tower,
surveying the books and items that lined the cluttered shelves.  There were
beakers and chemicals
scattered about most of the tables, with even more books piled beneath them.
How was he
supposed to clean this place?  Brin cursed to himself.  That damn wizard was
the dirtiest person he
had ever seen.

     At eighteen years of age, Brin had watched all of his friends become
adults.  They were all
secured in trades, and most were even married.  Brin was eighteen years of
age, and had nothing
to show for it.  He remembered how he had been chosen to be the old man's
apprentice.  He had
been thirteen at the time, and so proud of his new craft.  To be a sorcerer
meant to be wealthy,
wise, and needed by the community.  Brin had pictured himself eventually
becoming a very rich
and famous man.  He had made a great show of his newly acquired status,
rubbing his friends nose
it whenever possible.  He quickly learned that being this wizard's
apprentice was no walk in the
sun.

     Brin had found quickly that the title 'Apprentice' actually stood for
slave.  He did every
demeaning chore that the old man would tell him, with the hope of learning
magic.  Brin had not
learned much.  After five years, the only thing that the old man taught him
was how to read.  Even
then, the wizard was hard on him, forcing him to learn under the threat of
punishment.  Once he
learned to read, he found that the wizard's reasons had nothing to do with
magic.  His only reason
in teaching Brin to read, was to give him the ability to organize the many
magic books.  Brin
glanced down at his hand, frowning at the ugly black ring twisted about his
finger.  The wizard had
given it to him on the first day of his service.  He thought it ugly then,
but was grateful for any gift.

     The ring was strange, once Brin put it on, he couldn't remove it.  Even
then, he looked at it
as something magical, therefore it must be valuable.  Brin was happy with
the ring until the day the
wizard used it.  Brin had not spent too much time in town, and had returned
late with the supplies.
The old man was furious, and let loose his anger on the boy.  At the wizards
command, the ring
tightened about Brin's finger, and a burning agony crept up his hand.  The
boy yelled in agony
before the ring returned to normal.  After that, Brin tried to stay out of
trouble, and rarely
succeeded.

     At one time, Brin tried to run away, but as he reached the outskirts of
the town, the ring
tightened.  He hoped that distance would dull the rings enchantment, but it
didn't.  He spent two
long hours of pain, crawling back to the wizard's tower.  The ring was what
kept him in bondage,
it was the ring he loathed the most.  Brin huffed, He would rid himself of
the ring very soon.
     Brin started as he heard the slam of the towers lower door.  He quickly
picked up his broom
and resumed sweeping.  He had just finished when the old man came through
the chamber door.

     The wizard was unkempt to say the least.  His gray hair was long and
snarled, its many
knots tied about twigs and other foreign objects.  His once fine robe, which
had been a vivid blue,
was colorless and spotted with various specks of filth.  The old man glanced
about the room, then
dumped the parcels he carried onto the floor.

     "Get these put away boy, and hurry up!" he yelled

Brin quickly put the items away, then went about the room, making sure that
the shelves were in
order.   He watched the old man and was pleased when he saw the items that
the man was setting
upon the tables.  The items were instruments that were used to summon
demons, and Brin new
that his opportunity was at hand.

     "I have work to do boy, get out of here and prepare my evening meal."
the sorcerer
growled.

     Brin suppressed a reply, and quickly left the room.  He bounded down
the stairs with vigor,
and began to round up food for the evening meal.  He quickly chopped both
meat and vegetables,
finally depositing them in a large pot hanging in the hearth.  Once the stew
had began cooking, he
quickly made his way back up the tower stairs.

     Brin quietly knelt next to the chamber door, praying that he had not
missed what he so
needed to hear.  He peaked through the small crack in the door and watched
the old man begin his
work.  His patience was soon rewarded as the old man began to chant.  Brin
closed his eyes, and
blocked out everything but the sound of the old mans voice.

     "...I command You to come into this world of light......." the voice
muttered

     ":..In the name of the light, I command thee ..Lizzabareth!"

     Brin almost yelled his excitement into the air.  He now knew the name
of the Master's
demon!  The old man would pay for what he had done to him, and pay dearly.
Brin grinned and
crept back down the stairs, his mind making plans for the next day.

     The old man left early the next morning.  He was traveling to a nearby
town to purchase
herbs that he didn't trust Brin to buy.  He would be gone for many hours,
leaving Brin the chance
to put his plan into action.  Brin had spent many evening reading through
the library of the old
mage.  Many things were useless to his present situation, but he hatched a
plan late one night.  He
had heard voices in the Master's room, but when he entered, the old man was
alone.  As he
cleaned, he came upon a tome that had been left out.  The book was about the
summoning of
demons, and it caught Brin's attention.  He read the book whenever he could,
and learned much.
With that knowledge, he found a way to undo the wizard.

     Demons are vain creatures, and hate any confinement.  To be confined by
a human is the
worst thing that could be done to them.  A wizard must know the name of the
demon in order to
summon it, but must also have a personal object of the demon, or the demon
will become
uncontrollable.  Through his cleaning, Brin had found the personal item of
the demon that his
master summoned, and with the knowledge of the name, he would be able to
summon the demon
himself.

     Brin carefully drew a circle of chalk on the chamber floor, then lit
candles at four points of
the room.  Once all the preparations were made, he began the chant that he
had memorized.  He
finished the chant, speaking the name of the demon.

     Brin waited, his hopes fading as nothing happened.  He was sure that he
had followed all of
the correct steps, and had began to repeat the words when the circle began
to shimmer.  Brin
watched in amazement as the floor within the circle turned an inky black,
the chalk lines seeming
to keep the darkness at bay.  He waited with held breath as the thing began
to emerge, two slender
white hands thrusting from the dark.

     The book had prepared him for the demons appearance, but it did not
prepare him for this
demon.  From the darkness, emerged the most luscious creature that Brin had
ever seen.  Her hair
was long and black, allowing only the smallest glimpse of the small ivory
horns on her head.  Small
wings fluttered impatiently she looked at him.  Brin was taken off guard,
and stood stunned.

     Her arms were crossed beneath her ample breasts, her voice coming in a
soft hiss.

     "You are not the damned Valin.  Who are You, and why do You summon me?"
she said.

     Brin kept his distance from the circle, and managed to speak.

     "My name is Brin, I am Valin's apprentice.  I have an offer to make
You." he said timidly

     The Demon looked at him dubiously.

     "What can You offer me?  You are not even a sorcerer, You are merely a
lackey." she
laughed

Brin didn't like being called a lackey, and her tone helped him to quickly
find his nerve.  He began
to walk around the circle, appraising her fine form.

     "I wish to leave Valin's service, but unfortunately, I can't.  I need
You to help me remove
this ring." he said, holding up his hand.

     "That's fine, but what can You give me?"  The demon countered.

     "Well, here is my offer." he said
     "I know that Valin has something of yours, that is how he controls you.
I will give you that
item if you can remove this ring."
     The demon thought it over.

     "How do I know that You have the item?" she asked

     Brin knew that she was clever, she had been careful not to reveal what
the item was.

     "I know that it's a small red globe, and I know exactly where its at.
If You help me, then
you can have it."  He said.

     The demons wings flapped excitedly as she thought over his proposal.

     "Very well, I will help You, but You will regret it eternally if you
try to trick me human."
she said finally.

     One thing that had stuck out from the summoning book, was the matter
involving a
demon's honor.  Demon's, while they were damned creatures, would stick to
their word if they
were forced to give it.  Brin was going to make sure she gave her word.

     "First of all, I want your word that You will not try and harm me once
we make our
exchange." he said to her.

     "Fine, I won't ..hurt You at all." she said with a grin.

     Brin gave it a final thought, then stepped toward the circle.  He took
a deep breath, then
brushed his foot across the chalk circle.  Once the circle was broken, the
demon was free.  Brin
backed away slightly, not too sure on whether the book had been accurate on
the word of a
demon. He flinched slightly as she took his hand, a heat quickly spreading
up his arm.  Brin
watched her,
and smiled as she drew the ring from his finger.  The ring hissed in the
air, and turned to vapor.

     The demons smiled faded as she looked into Brin's eyes.

     "Now, I have done what was required of me, where is my orb." she asked.

     Brin turned and walked over to one of the bookcases.  He pulled one of
the books out,
revealing a small compartment inside the shelf.  Taking a knife from his
pocket, he pried the door
to the compartment open, revealing the orb.  Brin grinned, the old man
didn't give him any credit.
He had never tried to put a spell on the compartment, he thought himself
quite safe.

     At the sight of the orb, the demon stepped up behind Brin.  He could
feel the heat of her
body, and turned around quickly.  The hungry look in her eyes prompted him
to give her the orb
immediately.

     The demon took the orb, rolling it slowly between her hands, almost
savoring the feeling.
Brin watched as the globe dissolved, it's red essence melting into her.  A
pink flush spread from
her hands, down her arms, then through her body, her body undulating like a
snake.  The demon
moaned, and fell forward against Brin, pinning him against the bookshelf.
Brin was startled, and
very aware of her nakedness.

     "Ummm....are..You alright?" he said nervously.

     The demon snuggled her head against his shoulder, her tongue flicking
against his neck.
Brin tried to move, but she had him firmly pinned.

     "Hey!...We had a deal, You gave your word." he said.

     The demon pulled away slightly, smiling.  Brin was lost, she had a
gleam in her eye, but he
could not make out what it meant.  The demons hand ran up his leg, causing
Brin to shiver as she
gave his cock a squeeze.

     "That damn sorcerer had captured my essence.  Without it, I was not a
whole creature, I
could not enjoy the pleasures that I craved so much.  Now that I am whole
again, I will have my
fill." she said quietly

     Her words, and her hunger opened up Brin's mind.  He knew why she was
different, why
she had such a body.  He thought back to what he had read, back to the
descriptions of the varied
types of demons.  The demoness was a succubus.  These creatures existed for
sex, it was how they
fed, what they lived for.  He had returned that hunger to her, and he was
the only man around.

     "Well, uh...uh, I won't keep You." Brin stammered.

     The demoness smiled at him as her hand rubbed his stiffening cock.

     "Noooo...You released me from that filthy man's service, and now I
think I should pay You
back." she said.

     Her free hand roamed down Brin's side, as she slowly sank to her knees.
She sat on her
knees, gazing up at Brin with a wicked gleam in her eyes.  Brin could only
watch as she easily
broke the rope that fastened his pants, letting them drop to the floor. The
demoness licked her lips
as his hard cock sprang into view, her hand quickly wrapping around it.

     "Mmmm...it's a shame that something as good as this was going to
waste." she cooed.

     Brin watched dumbly as she brought her mouth to his cock.  She pressed
her nose against
his manhood, deeply inhaling his scent.  Shivers spread through his body as
she moaned her
approval.  Her tongue began to dart about him, licking and lathing him with
wet kisses.  Brin was
in heaven as her tongue began to snake about his cock.  He shook as she
began to slowly ease her
mouth over his cock, drawing him slowly into her wet mouth.  Brin found his
knees weakening,
and steadied himself by holding her head.

     His fingers slipped through her silken hair as her hands cupped his
ass, drawing him
forcefully into her mouth.  Brin's whole body seemed to tighten as he was
drawn into her.  He
moved his hips, driving his cock into the demoness's  throat, eliciting a
groan of approval from her.
Brin thought he would explode as her mouth clamped around him.  His muscles
bunched as his
climax shook through him.  Brin was lost as he shot deep down her throat.
His cock continued to
shoot as she slid it from her throat.  She held his cock barely in her
mouth, humming as the thick
jets of cum coated her tongue.

     Brin felt like a rag doll as his climax subsided, sweat running like
water down his face.  He
slumped back against the bookcase, his softening cock popping free from the
still sucking demons
lips.  Brin watched her through lidded eyes as she sat down on the floor.
She laid back, beckoning
to him.  Brin knelt down, his eyes wandering to the pink flesh between her
legs.  He could see the
thin trickle of juice that flowed from her parted lips, her thighs shiny.
The demoness smiled
wickedly, as she took his hand, and drew down between her legs.

     Brin let her pull him, the scent from her pussy invading his senses.
His cock began to
regain its vigor as his cheek laid against her thigh, his face becoming wet
with her juices.  He
inhaled deeply, intoxicated by her smell and look.

     "Mmmm..I hope you like what You see." she said to him.

     Brin couldn't reply, he was almost entranced.  He moved closer, his
tongue sliding out, and
gliding against her slick flesh.  His breath was labored as he tasted her,
his tongue pushing between
her lips.  His mouth became awash with her flavor, as her cunt cream slid
down his tongue.  Brin
pressed his lips against her, driving his tongue into her, licking her
sticky walls.

     The demoness growled and thrust her hips against him, coating his face
with her sticky
fluids.  She bucked and wriggled as his tongue probed inside of her.  Brin's
excitement had
reached a fevered pitch, his cock was throbbing once again.  The Demon's
charms spurred him
further, filling him with a hunger he had never known.  He licked and probed
her further, his lips
working against her swollen clit.  The demoness growled as she came, a thick
jet of cream shooting
from between her lips.  Brin was startled, but swallowed quickly, catching
her sticky come in his
mouth. When she was done, Brin was soaked in her cream, her tangy juices
thick upon his lips.

     Brin continued to lick her pussy, swallowing as much of her juices that
he could.  The
demoness watched him as her hunger began to increase again.

     "Hmmm, You lick pussy like a demon." she said, her tongue running
against her lips.

     Brin could only smile as she sat forward, pushing him over onto his
back.  He watched her
as she straddled his hips, his cock riding between her legs.  She rocked her
hips forward, her cunt
sliding against his cock.  The her amusement, Brin struggled, trying to
thrust into her.

     "My, my, we are impatient..." she said

     Brin's chest was heaving, his cock felt like it was splitting apart.
The demoness giggled, and
ripped his shirt open, her hands sliding around his chest.  He hissed as her
nails scratched trails into
his skin.  The demoness rocked forward and wiggled, lodging his cock between
the lips of her wet
cunt.

     Brin tried to thrust up into her, but she held him just inside,
offering only a sample of what
he wanted.  His eyes gleamed with anticipation as she slowly lowered her wet
pussy down onto his
cock.  His frustration only enhanced his pleasure, as she slowly engulfed
him.

     The demoness sighed as she sat full upon his cock, her muscles rippling
around him.  She
smiled at him, and rose, letting his cock almost come free.  Before he could
protest, she slammed
back down, taking his cock into her, hard and fast.  Brin groaned as she
began to move up and
down, her cunt feeling like hot honey around his shaft.

     His hands were drawn to her breasts, which bounced like globes of
water.  The demon
thrust up and down, squeezing every inch of Brin's cock.  She was in
ecstacy, totally overcome
with the pleasures that she had been denied for so long.

     Brin found himself on the brink of another climax, and groaned loudly
as he shot come
deep into the demon's milky cunt.  Brin's arms fell to his sides in
exhaustion, yet the demoness kept
his softening cock deep inside of her.  Brin felt spent, but to his
amazement found his cock
becoming hard again.  Within minutes he felt her cunt ripple and spasm
around him, as the
demoness came again, her come spilling out and splashing against his legs.
His cock was bathed in
her cream as she continued to grind against his cock, her movements becoming
savage and
demanding.

     Brin screamed aloud as she drew another orgasm from him.  He was sure
he had nothing
left, but she would not stop.  His body was rocked with continuous waves of
pleasure, so intense
that they bordered on pain.  Brin lost all track of time, as he rode what
seemed to be one
continuous orgasm.  The demoness continued to climax as well and didn't stop
until Brin had
slipped into merciful unconsciousness.

     Brin awoke to a sore stiffness in his back, and a dull throbbing in his
thighs.  It was long
time before he gathered the strength to open his eyes and look about.  He
stood slowly, wincing at
his sore muscles.  The moon shone dimly  through the tower window, and Brin
stumbled over a
pile of clothing as he searched for a lantern.

     Once the lantern was lit, He found the pile of clothing.  It was the
Old sorcerers clothing,
heaped in a pile.  His hat, robes, shoes, even the necklace he wore about
his neck.  Brin picked up
the robes, and almost dropped them, as stream of dust filtered through the
dirty garment.  He
looked at the dust and smiled.  The demoness must have killed the old man,
and that left him more
than free, it left him as owner of the tower.

     Without the old man using him as a slave, he could study the books and
become a sorcerer.
He would be what he had set out to become: Rich and famous.  Brin decided
that he had enough
time for study later, and tiredly drew himself a hot bath.  He soaked in the
water for hours, then
headed for bed.  The old wizard never used his bedroom, and for the first
time in years, Brin was
going to sleep in the soft warmness of a bed.

     Brin almost dropped his lantern as he opened the bedroom door.  Laying
upon the bed, in
all her naked splendor, was the demoness.

     "I was wondering how long it would take You to get here." she said with
a smile.

     "I was just a bit tired." he replied sarcastically

     "What did You do to Valin?" he asked as he climbed onto the soft bed.

     Her nakedness was already effecting him, his cock rising between his
legs.  The demoness
chuckled, moving closer to him.

     "I gave him what he deserved.  He denied my pleasure for so long, I
wanted him to see
what I was missing." she said with a wicked smile.

     Brin looked at her, his eyes going wide.

     "Sooo..you...." he began.

     "Yep, I fucked him until he couldn't take anymore.  He was a rotten old
goat.  Usually they
just die, he actually dried up and turned to dust." she said in a serious
tone.

     "The sad thing is that he wasn't even any good." she giggled.

     Brin caught himself, his hand was running slowly up her thigh.

     "So...how come You stayed around?" he asked her, his mind keenly aware
of her nipples,
and how red they were.

     She gave him that wicked look again and  leapt on him, knocking him
backwards.  Her little
wings fluttered about rapidly as she ran her hands against his chest.

     "This is a comfortable place, and since I am free to roam, I need a
place to stay.  Not to
mention that You have quite a bit of energy, and I have strong 'needs' that
You seem more than
willing to feed." she said, her mouth dipping low to nibble his ear.

     This wasn't what Brin had planned, but he was not complaining.  He now
had money and
his freedom.  The addition of a sex hungry succubus was the best part of the
deal.  After long
years
of servitude, he was finally getting what he deserved.

     All thoughts were pushed from his head as his cock slid into her.  She
grinned as she rode
him, her nails playing against his chest.  Brin closed his eyes as he felt
the first tingle of his climax.
He sighed as the waves ran through his body, the had a disturbing thought.

"When do sleep?" he asked her, his eyes coming open.

     Her wicked look told him all he needed to know.

     "I don't need much sleep, usually only a few hours a night." she cooed

     "We can make love all day, and all night" she said, her thrusts
increasing.

     Brin closed his eyes again.  All day, and all night?  Only one word
came to his mind.

     Fuck.



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