The Mage of Dockside

Hera stared into the eyes of Morgan, the Mage of Dockside. He had asked her a question and he was expecting an answer.

For a moment she thought about responding with a question of her own. To ask why he did not just use his magic to compel an answer from her, to make it an enchantment command.

But instead Hera simply tried to calm down and collect herself before finally answering:

"I think only the gods know."

Morgan did not respond, did not react to that answer, so she continued:

"It is like with a man who has gone insane. There are those who lose their minds, but are aware they are going crazy while it happens. The truly insane people are the ones that don't even realize it has happened, that their minds have fully broken."

Again Morgan did not react.

"And you are at least on some level aware of the lies you tell yourself." She commented. "I cannot say how much you do this, about which delusion is worse than the others. But it cannot be so great an illusion if you are aware of it, if you can question your own judgement on it. So at that point, only the gods could answer your question."

There was another long pause before Morgan responded:

"Hmm, I suppose there is some truth to that. Although I know some people who would be angry at such an assertion."

"That only the gods have true knowledge?" Hera asked.

"That only the gods are fit to judge us. I have known many people who think themselves able to judge others, including judging myself. As you said, an insane person might not recognize the insanity in believing you know everything. And on the same hand, I think only the most evil of people believe that only the gods are fit to judge them."

Morgan reached out for his glass before saying:

"In that sense I think we might agree. So your answer satisfies my curiosity for now."

Hera tried not to look like she was just given a stay of execution.

"So, let us get back to the story." He told her.

*****

Ellena was, as you might expect, delighted upon learning how my meeting with her father went. It meant, if nothing else, that we could be together and she no longer had to worry about the approval of boss Landon.

For me what I was delighted to learn was how practical and sensible a man Alistair Landon was. He knew that me seeing Ellena romantically was something few people would object to. But for appearances sake I could not be treated as an honored guest of the Landon family.

The other families would have grown reasonably concerned if it appeared that the Landon family was forging an alliance with an Avaloche noble house.

So that meant things would continue as they had been. I had been concerned that Ellena would have wanted either for me to move into the Landon estate, or for us to rent a proper home together and move in. Living with Ellena like that would have been quite the hamper on my Norsta lifestyle.

But Ellena and her father understood that such a thing might have given the wrong idea to the wrong people. There could be no alliance between the Landon family and house Richter, there were just too many political considerations.

Ellena however now felt that much more empowered to come stay in my room atHorselords. The nights that she did so led to the kind of casual love making that I felt like we would have engaged with if we actually had moved in together.

Instead my life, as I said, continued on as if nothing had really happened. I took jobs, I slept in my apartment, I made contacts with the players of Dockside, and I made an effort to expand my horizons of female appreciation.

It was less than a week after I had first slept with little miss Lane, Miss Lane who was ten years my senior, that she sent me another note in my box.

Need a magical favor.

Lane

"You know, you don't have to make excuses if you want to see me. You can just invite me over." I told Lane as I entered her shop.

"Funny, and if I actually need a magical favor?" She asked in response.

I looked at her note that I had waved at her in a joke and said:

"I apologize, how can I help you?"

Lane opened her mouth to answer, but then looked to the side.

"Actually, let's have this conversation in private."

She then asked Denise to come out of the workshop bedroom and watch the store for her, while the two of us went inside.

"I've been thinking about this since the other night." Lane told me, once again cleaning up the large room as she went. "Well, actually, I have been thinking about it for years and then you happened to come along."

"There is something I have always wanted to try. Something involving sex and magic." Lane clarified.

I couldn't help but grin.

"Interesting. Would this be you casting a spell on me or myself casting a spell on you?" I asked.

"You on me."

"I see. I guess that would explain why you haven't tried this with a partner before now. Since they would need to be a magi."

She shrugged a guilty little shrug and admitted:

"To tell you the truth before you came along I had quite the dry spell. It had been years since I had sex."

"Well you told me about your reservations and lack of experience with dating. But if I may ask, why not just visit a brothel? You do know there are some in Dockside that cater to women, right?"

"I do but I've never been to one. I am too embarrassed to ask guys out on dates, you think I could hire a prostitute?"

"Ah, fair point. But what is the magic you wanted to experience?" I asked her.

"Attempt. There is a spell I want toattempt." She told me, making it clear this was likely not a simple request.

"I've.... I've always been short." Lane explained.

It was a rather obvious observation. Lane was likely at exactly five feet in height. Her arms and torso were thin, with breasts that I was estimating at only an A cup. Her hips however were appropriately wide, and her butt was so round and full that I still think back to it fondly.

"But being this height I've actually had a fantasy." She confessed. "One that I've had for years, like I said. It is pretty simple I guess. I've had plenty of sex with big, burly sailors before. Ones that were strong enough to just pick me up and fuck me."

"It was certainly fun. But what I have fantasized about is using magic to do that. About what it would feel like if a kinetic spell was used to pick me up like a little sex doll and ram me into a willing cock, over and over again."

Lane, as I think it has been made clear, did not have a lot of hang ups about sex. But even her, with her sailor sensibilities, was still obviously a little embarrassed to tell me this. To admit to a sexual fantasy in such detail.

"And you were hoping that I could do that for you." I responded. "To cast a kinetic spell to pick you up and bounce up onto my cock like I am the largest, strongest man to have ever lived. To use you like a toy."

"Yeah, that is it. I want to be used. Do you think... do you think it can be done?" She asked.

I put a hand on my chin.

"Well, there is the obvious concern there. The obvious problem."

"You can't focus on a spell like that while having sex." Lane answered.

"Precisely. There are of course ways to mitigate that, but I think the simplest answer might be a bit awkward."

Not getting it, Lane just looked at me quizzically.

"The simple answer is for me to cast the spell and have you speared onto someone else entirely, to focus on the spell while you fuck someone else."

"Ah." She responded in understanding. "Yeah I guess that would be pretty awkward."

"I will say however, I am willing to at least try with just the two of us, if you want. To see how plausible it is."

Lane nodded.

"Alright, yeah I want to try. Do you have time now?" She asked me.

I couldn't help but shake my head a bit at that, at how casually she treated sex. While I couldn't know if whatever acts we got into would be heard back out in the tiny shop area by Denise, I was almost certain Lane had not even locked the door behind her when we came in.

She just didn't care.

"Okay, let's give it a shot." I told her, already undressing.

The plan was a simple one. The two of us stood together on Lane's bed that was pushed into the corner. That way if something went wrong we had a nice cushion below to fall into. There I magically lifted her up into the air around to level where I would have had her if she was on a table in front of me to get fucked.

The kinetic spell I shaped into a kind of swing. It supported her ample butt and her back as well, wrapping around to firmly hold her in place while still being comfortable. The swing itself was essentially hinged in the air up around my face, so the magic could push her back and forth easily onto my cock.

I would simply stand there, almost a statue as I focused on the spell and Lane had her legs spread up by the spell and slammed into me. I also used the same magic I had with Ellena to dull the sensation I was feeling from being inside her, so that I wasn't distracted by the pleasure.

It worked, for a little while. Lane for her part was immediately in love with it, crying out in joy as she was fucked by my rod. But that along with the sensation I was feeling was overwhelming. I could already feel the spell slipping.

"Too much?" Lane asked as I lowered her down.

"Yes. I actually wonder if we should start by having you get penetrated not by me but by a toy of some kind." I answered.

"Hmm, I guess that could work. But a toy, even your magic wand, just isn't as much fun as a real dick."

"Yes, but doing it with mine runs the risk of either too much stimulation and I either lose focus or orgasm too quickly. Or the opposite problem, and with too little stimulation I start to go soft. So with the toy I can at least...."

Then it dawned on me.

"I've got it." I told her. "I know how to do this."

"Yeah?" She asked hopefully.

"Yeah. Here, let's get you up into the air again. I said, already lifting her."

The difference was I used a spell binding to pin the kinetic magic to the wall. With the spell bound, it kept going on its own. It was essentially exactly what I had done with my 'magic wands', but the kinetic spell lifting Lane used up much much more magical energy.

But I could pump energy into it with my animus even while distracted. The hard part before was keeping the spell from falling apart, which it did on its own now. The reality is that Randall had taught me the perfect way to bind this kind of magic, and I owed all I was about to do to Lane to him.

Lane either understood without explanation or didn't care. She just relaxed into the spell and let herself be carried along for a ride. It really was like there was some invisible giant pushing her on a swing, repeatedly moving her back and forth onto my cock.

Now the only thing I had to concentrate on was the numbing magic, to not immediately succumb to orgasm. Lane herself was almost perfectly built for this. Her small stature made her easy to move, but her ample rear end felt amazing as it slapped against my groin with each swing.

I extended the kinetic magic just a touch to hold me in place as well, so I remained at the perfect spot each time. Never slamming too hard into me, and never pulling all the way out on each swing.

I was not surprised to find out that Lane was a screamer. She screamed small, grunting screams as she reached her peak, chanting out a single word repeatedly.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Then she let out an ear piercing scream as she finally climaxed. I realized at some point that the spell needed to stop swinging her, that she had gone over the edge. So I basically grabbed her, let the spell unbind, and pinned her into the wall as her body shuddered.

Iwasa bit surprised to learn that as she started to come down from her plateau, Lane was a kisser. It was actually the first time she kissed me, as she was still shuddering on my cock. Her breathing was labored, and I was worried she might actually pass out.

So I gently lowered her down onto the bed. She was panting heavily, her body flushed and red. I found myself all the more attracted to her at that moment. When it was clear she was going to be okay, I ended my spell that was numbing the pleasure coming in. And just like the last time I had used the spell, it took only moments before I reached my own orgasm with such a swollen member.

Lane just laid there and took it, her body and mind still recovering. I said not a word, just eagerly thrusted away into her on that bed once more until I started to cum. This time however I pulled out, sending a nice big glob up almost past her nipples.

It was only then that I realized how tired I was myself. I basically fell down next to her on the bed, happily spent.

I don't know how long we laid there, recovering. But I know I recovered faster. I thought about asking her where to grab a towel from, to help clean her up. Then I had an entirely different idea.

On her chest was still a nice long wad of my cum, and I gently ran my finger across it, coating it and pulling up a good amount. I then nudged Lane to get her attention.

"Huh?" She mumbled, looking at me.

I raised my eyebrows suggestively, and held my cum soaked finger up to her face. My Vectrum infused cum. There I simply held it, a few inches away.

Lane looked at the finger, then looked at me. Finally she gave me a look as if to say:

Okay fine I guess. Then opened her mouth.

I put my finger in her mouth and when she closed her lips around it, I slowly pulled it back out.

Lane did not have a pleased look.

"I can definitely taste the fruit." She said after swallowing.

"But it still isn't something you actually enjoy." I added.

"Yeah but, that isn't the point. The point is a girl is far more willing to suck you off if it tastes like this, than compared to what it normally does."

I leaned over in a sensual pose and asked if Lane was offering.

Her response was to literally start kicking me, pushing me out of her bed.

"But... thank you. For doing this for me." She said as I started to get dressed.

"Think nothing of it. I enjoyed it almost as much as you did. I told her, putting my pants on."

"Yeah I bet you did." She said with a grin, finally cleaning herself off.

*****

While Jared and I were gone each day, Erica stayed behind. Thankfully our neighbor Lori offered to look after her, and the two spent more and more time together.

As a show of our thanks, I offered to take Lori out to lunch one day with all of us, which she graciously accepted.

"I must say, it has been a real treat taking care of Erica." Lori told me. "It reminds me of raising my own kids, but at that age when they first moved out and still couldn't quite take care of themselves and kept coming over for dinner."

"Your kids don't come over anymore?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "My older boy left a long time ago to find his fortune on the seas. My youngest died in the war."

I thought about asking her more about that. I had guessed Lori was in her fifties, and the last war was over a decade ago. I was trying to do the math, but decided not to press her on it.

Lori had sat next to me at the restaurant we took her to, which let the two of us keep our voices down so Jared and Erica across from us couldn't easily hear.

"It is nice to see Erica out like this. I was worried she just spent all day cooped up inside." The older woman said with a smile.

"We do our best to keep her active." I said out loud.

So she actually sleeps at night instead of leading Jared into sex until the sun comes up.I did not say out loud.

"It is also nice to see that she can behave herself out here like this." Commented Lori, watching Erica eat her lunch.

"Has she been giving you trouble?"

"Oh, no trouble." Lori said with a laugh. "What I mean is, she talks about things that I don't think she realizes are inappropriate. Things like what she likes about Jared and what things they do together."

"Ah. I'm not sure I really want to know those details." I said, mostly lying. It just seemed the right thing to say.

"Well don't worry about too much young man, it is nothingtooscandalous. Really I bring it up to say she doesn't talk about those things when we are out here like this. Like something in her head still understands there are conversations that you can have in private but not in public."

I nodded at that. "When she first had... the accident... I was worried about that. Concerned that she might not be able to go out and enjoy life. But that at least she can do, if not other things."

"Things like?" Lori asked.

"Like understand the concept of money. Or that we can't buy five more cats for Ethel and Admiral Boots."

Lori laughed at that. "I asked her once what her parents' names were, she said she couldn't remember."

"That there is a good example of how her mind works. I wonder sometimes if she would forget about myself or Jared if we went away for a long time."

"Do you plan to? I'm sorry I don't mean to pry, but are you worried because you might need to go travel somewhere for business or the like?"

I hadn't thought about that. The honest truth was Erica was a happy accident. I had saved her because I wanted to, I did my best to restore her mind because it was the right thing to do. Her and Jared instantly becoming lovers was something that I encouraged but had never planned for when we first rescued her.

Thinking about it at that moment I realized then that Jared probably loved her. He probably would happily spend the rest of his life with Erica, instead of moving from woman to woman. It was perhaps the biggest difference between him and myself.

I shook my head and said:

"I don't plan on going anywhere. But even if I did, Erica has Jared now. I could die tomorrow and would rest easy knowing that he would care for her."

At that moment Jared was wiping some food from Erica's face. It was a perfect moment of affection between the two that helped illustrate my thoughts.

Lori then lowered her voice even more to ask:

"This might be inappropriate for me to ask, but have they thought about children? Does she want some, would she even be able to care for them properly?"

It was a reasonable concern. To which I answered:

"Erica is taking a tea that prevents her from getting pregnant. We all agreed that it was a reasonable precaution. Although now you have me wondering if we should be considering a more permanent solution."

"Permanent?" She asked me in concern.

"There are magic spells that can make a man unable to sire children permanently. I really should ask Jared what he thinks about that." I told her.

"Oh, I don't know much about magic I suppose. Is that sort of thing expensive?"

"It can be." I answered honestly.

Lori gave me a look at that moment. A look like she was considering asking me something.

"What?" I asked her with a nervous smile.

"Oh, it's nothing young man. Don't worry about it."

"Can we go look at the puppies?" Erica asked, breaking the tension.

"Yes, but only if you understand that none of us willgetyou a puppy. No matter how much you pout." I told her.

Erica then pouted at me. When that didn't work she pouted at Jared. When that didn't work she pouted at Lori.

"Okay fine." She said, finally giving up.

*****

I grew into the habit of when I completed a job that was lucrative, when my purse was overflowing with coin, I would go out to celebrate.

In particular I would celebrate by going to visitThe Mountain.

I had quickly found myself with two favorite whores. All of the 'staff' there were named after gods, of which I already told you about my first favorite, Terra.

In a close second was Hestia.

Hestia was in a lot of ways the opposite of Ellena, at least in her figure. The closest thing they shared was hair. But while they both had brown hair, Ellena's a brighter shade, like a field of wheat. Hestia's was a darker, more earthen brown, like soil.