The Wizard

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Paradise Cove Writing Challenge-On Hold  (18+) A romance/erotica contest from The Talent Pond. #1380461 by Jaeff | KBtW of the Free Folk

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I posed for the picture – no big deal.
I was leaning against the wizard’s gate, just like it was a normal gate.
Geez, what I didn't know then!

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The Wizard

I didn’t believe wizards were dangerous. I thought they were softies with heavy-framed glasses, huge, big-sleeved robes of purple velveteen decorated with a few silly moons and a kitty cat or two. I always imagined most wizards had long flowing white beards and white hair down to their waists. And, duh! Everyone knew wizards were supposed to be OLD.

Anyway, that was my mental image until the day my boyfriend, Chris, warned me about his mysterious, dark secret. Then he whispered it into my ear. He was a wizard? Like, I believed him, right?

I showed my friends where Chris lived -- huge castle, one with a moat -- even a gator or, two, or so we imagined. The eyes of my pals grew big, but they still jeered about the wizard part. That's when the guys started daring me to do it.

So, of course, I did. I walked right up to Chris’s castle and leaned on the gate, just as if Chris hadn’t warned me about the castle's magic being potent and dangerous.

No biggie. Nothing happened. Not until the bat came.

Bats don’t fly in the daylight. Everyone knows that. Sure, they might have long, skinny, dangerous-looking teeth, but most of them only eat fruit and insects. They don’t attack people.

But that castle bat was huge. Most unusual, too. Strangely, it didn’t go after me. I was the one leaning against the wizard’s gate, but it went after everyone else. Puzzling, right?

My friends, every one of them, ran off. Molly lost her shoe, but kept going. Jason fell down the steep gravel path, rolling over and over like he was inside a barrel. He was okay, of course. I saw him rise and hobble away. Timothy, that old fox, grabbed onto Lisa’s hands and sped off down the grassy hill. I’m sure he used it as an excuse to further his pursuit of Lisa. I don’t know what happened to Jesus, Carla, and Devon. It’s like they were there one minute and gone the next.

Anyway, everyone split, leaving me stuck on the gate. Stuck. Yeah, you heard me . . .

It wasn’t like there was a nail on the castle's door or something. No glue. No fresh paint. I was just stuck, immobile. Frozen to its surface. All I could do was stand and watch as my friends all hauled ass and divided up. Guess they didn’t notice or care I was still there.

I stood praying the bat wouldn’t return, its ugly teeth grinning at me like it knew something I didn't. Luckily, it didn't, but something worse came along -- the wizard.

No long white hair. No beard either. The guy was a fox, or would have been, if he hadn’t unhooked me and then carried me inside his lair, ignoring my struggles.

Not much of a talker, either, though I knew he understood my pleas to be released. He didn’t comment, didn't free me. Perhaps that’s what his grin meant – that awful, evil grin.

Of course, snatching me was not the only thing I objected to. His muscles locked me against his body, but it didn’t take both arms to hold me there. One of his hands crept around my side and managed to do some exploring where it had no business.

I fought him. I fought with teeth and fingernails, but it did no good.

He’d dropped my purse outside, so I had no access to the pepper spray or the set of keys that was supposed to save me from such man-handling.

I screamed, but he put a stop to that. One whispered word, and I was mute. I never knew magic was real. I knew it then.

The wizard carried me further into the darkness of the castle. He was laughing a hyena laugh, the kind of laugh that makes you wonder if its maker is partly insane. Strangely, his voice seemed familiar.

He carried me down creaky, curvy stairs until we reached a dark chamber, then tossed me on the bed. The bedspread was black silk. The pillows held the images of inky, black crows. A mirror on the ceiling reflected back at me. While I was studying everything, the wizard used the leather straps on the sides of the bed to fasten me down. Even worse, he took off my boots, my brand new black Italian boots. I don’t know what he did with them. I never heard them hit the floor.

One of the wizard's hands kept stroking my face. He spoke to me, too, but I didn’t understand his words. I knew they held great power. I turned away, refusing to look at him. He left me a moment later, still grinning and laughing oddly.

A few minutes after that, his bat flew in the window and perched upside down. It fell asleep, its tiny fingers clutching tightly to the rafter’s beam. Its presence didn’t bother me nearly as much as the staring cat, the one sitting atop the cabinet, its eyes barely blinking, watchful, waiting, as if it guarded me.

I refused to worry over my captivity. I turned my head so I couldn’t see the foul animal anymore. I knew it was still there. I knew it wouldn’t look away. Had its master told it to keep me under scrutiny? Why? It wasn't like I could escape, or wiggle away. . .

I glanced only once at the farthest wall. It held dark things – an empty skull, a plastic toad stretched out with pins in its limbs, an old dead owl. Cob webs enfolded a crevice to the side. I supposed there were nightmarish things inside it, but I didn't allow my eyes to be stolen by its power,, yet I could feel its call as it urged me to visit, to give myself over to its spell. No matter. I was strong. I could withstand it. Besides, I was still tied down -- safe for the moment.

Where was the evil magician? What did he want with me?

Just then I heard the sound of his feet. His tread was heavy, harsh, and rhythmical.

“Stay away,” I whispered, but no sound ventured from my throat.

I could smell his approach -- black licorice. His teeth had appeared white as pearls, but his breath had reeked of the candy. I wouldn’t have objected if he’d shared a piece, and if circumstances had been different.

I heard him singing some kind of medieval chant. The words were in English. He enunciated distinctly:

She's a bonny lass with an ample bosom.
I shall savor every moment of our lust.
Ripping first her short, black skirt,
and the silken panties underneath.
Next a slow lifting of the shirt,
Sweet and black as night is young.
Then what joys I’ll find beneath.
A full measure for my hands.
Ah, yes.
A full measure for my hands.



She's a bonny lass with an ample bosom.
I shall savor every moment of our lust.
My tongue will plunder across her skin
My mouth will milk her rosette buds
When she’s nude from toes to head
Her protests silenced, her secrets bared
Then what joys I’ll find inside.
A full measure for my hard as nails.
Ah, yes.
A full measure for my hard as nails.

Rape is hard enough to endure without some lout singing about it. I jerked against the leather straps, tossed my head back and forth, and opened my mouth to once again attempt a full-volume scream. Big waste of time. All it got me was an x-rated image of the wizard doing a strip tease – actually, something I rather enjoyed: his chest held fine, dark hairs that made me yearn to pet him, his back and shoulders danced with rippling muscles, and his hard, tight butt -- Wow! Not bad at all. His body reminded me of Chris's.

Finished with his too brief demonstration, the wizard glided over and on top of me, a snake slithering into its nest. I hoped I could turn into an asp and pay him back, a quick nip here and there, a little pain to accompany all his magic spells.

Uh -- correction. There was nothing snake-like about his “hard as nails.” Good God! More like a wooden spike with a circumference larger than a pound of carrots! I wiggled, hoping to draw it into a more convenient and inviting position. Despite the licorice, his body smelled exactly like Chris's. I smiled and wiggled a bit, enticing him to continue.

The wizard peeled my skirt off like a monkey strips a banana. He ripped the panties off – oh, careless one. I just bought those. They had little pink and purple hearts sprinkled about with glow in the dark shine.

He paused before proceeding to my shirt. I opened my eyes to see what he was up to. He was grinning again.

“You’re having too much fun,” he pouted, giving me a quick raspberry on my triangle of curls. “I want you frightened, nervous, trembling, scared to death that my sword is going to slice you into two.”

I sputtered silently, hating the fact I couldn’t speak, wanting to tell him I loved what he was doing, that I enjoyed the play-acting -- the whole scene.

He laughed, throwing his head back and waking up the cat which had finally closed its eyes. The cat's almond-shaped emeralds widened and stared at me again. It hissed.

Snakeman slithered; his hands slowly sliding upwards. They climbed the side of me, teasing, taunting, almost tickling. I was blinded momentarily as he tugged the shirt over my head and tossed it.

“Don’t you dare smile, Girl,” he warned me, but his evil grin looked less demonic as he bent down to kiss my lips.

I opened to him. What else could I do – tied down, harassed by his nudeness, lust juice spreading across my lower parts?

His tongue tasted of licorice. I sucked it dry, then licked all around the edges, trying to collect every drop. When the wizard lifted up, he got even with me by sucking all the flavor from my left breast.

In my mind, I groaned and moaned, wishing my legs were free to squeeze the hardness of his well-muscled cheeks.

“Ah,” he said, as if reading my mind. “Not a chance. I have many evil plans yet to bombard you with. First, I shall liquidate your other asset then dissolve your lower parts into a river of spasms and grinds.”

I licked my lips and opened my legs for easy entry. The leather strips on the bed spanked me delightfully.

The cat, bored with its position on the bureau, took a running leap and landed beside me. I jumped. The wizard’s pole almost drilled a new hole in me.

“Careful, my dear,” he warned. “Matilda’s claws might be sharp, but they’re not nearly as broad and hard as my magic sword. We wouldn’t want any unpremeditated-inserts, would we?”

I opened my mouth to quibble, but all that erupted was another soundless moan as the wizard nibbled and squeezed my right mound. A second spew of eagerness caused flooding down my thigh, while the steady hum of a raging purr kept time with the motion of the soft, fuzzy head rubbing against my elbow.

Lips pressed new roadways across my skin, driving lower and lower until . . .

Um! Perfect.

The wizard’s face had finally discovered the source of all Power. He pushed in deeper, dwelling among the rapids. His tongue slathered; his fingers burrowed into the deep channel of bliss.

“Yes, you feel my power, don’t you, my bonny, bosom lass," he said, as he lifted up a moment to speak. "Admit I am the greatest wizard. Admit it.”

I was almost ready to yield to his wishes when that horrid cat began chaffing my arm with her audacious, raspy tongue. I cried out in protest. The wizard, strengthening his hold over me, slipped a second finger deeper, excavating, jabbing, perhaps, mining for gold.

The cat’s tongue grated.

The wizard’s finger rotated.

I gyrated my lower extremities, panting, gasping, sobbing for release.

The wizard's magical tongue circled. His teeth nibbled and bit.

A tail in the face. I jumped and spasmed.

A shriek, not mine, but one of victory, and then the hard as nails was inserted, plowing down at breakneck speed, shoving in and nudging me wider, poking, prodding until I forgot the blasted cat, the magic dust, the ugly bat, and the crevice full of dark, nightmarish things.

My wizard tunneled deeper, delving into mysteries of the deep and delicious kind. Only for a moment, right at the end did his magic lapse. His face metamorphed back into Chris's. My voice returned in time to issue a cry of ecstasy. Together, the wizard and I sang the mad cackles of satisfied lust.

A quick tug from the wizard’s hand released the confining leather straps. My arms flowed around him as I bathed his licorice-smelling face with kisses of delight.

Meanwhile, Mathilda began biting at her paws, still purring that strange magic melody. The upside down bat, curled in sleep, yawned once, flapped its wings, and snored on.

Then, the wizard, Chris, and I slowly began to stoke a second fire, one brimming equally full with the full-throated heat of

M A G I C

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