The rounded chimney wasn’t a straight shot.
The whole Spire was twisting and curling upward into the heavens, and the central shaft followed the same winding path, but the cushion of air that was carrying them towards the top steered them away from the sides, though once or twice a wall came close enough that Linhart could’ve reached out and touched it.
The walls were pocked with holes that went whizzing by at enormous speeds. It took Linhart some time to realize that each one was a hallway. A place where Linhart could stop and get off this wild ride, but the passageways flew by too quickly for Linhart to depart, and he knew instinctively that the magic wind was carrying him to a specific destination. Each opening was a mage’s room, or some other place, and he was destined for the room called ‘Phoenix.’
As their flight stretched on and Linhart grew used to the speed and the thrill of the ride. How far up was the Stratega’s room? Was she at the very top of the Spire? Looking down briefly, Linhart felt a rush of vertigo. The tower was impossibly tall and the walls seemed to be moving now, as well as twisting.
He shoved the beginning of a panic attack down into his belly, and instead focused on the huge tits and hot body that this tight shirt was keeping him glued to. Maeve was taking the flight much worse than he was. She was clutching to Linhart like a life-preserver, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him, and chanting prayers to the gods for deliverance from this terrible ride.
Linhart welcomed her embrace, and took the opportunity to explore the rondure of her ass, lifting her lean figure, though they were both weightless. Her vulnerable state was bringing the dominating side of his personality out once again.
As they flew skyward, his hands roved up her thighs, slipped into her underwear and even caressed her secret place. Maeve gasped softly into his ear, as he whispered reassurances into hers. The whole exchange was more romantic than Linhart had meant it to be. He had wanted just to touch her while her guard was down.
After what felt like an eternity, they were deposited on a rounded outcropping that was, as he had suspected, close to the highest point in the Spire. Looking farther up the shaft, Linhart could see that it opened into the night sky, only a hundred feet above where they were standing. The Spire way up here was definitely rocking back and forth, like a blade of grass in the wind.
The two of them exchanged awkward glances as Linhart slid out from within her tank top. The material was stretched out to the point that her bosom was half-exposed. She probably couldn’t wear it any more after this.
“Oh gods, I nearly went crazy… What were you doing to me back there?”
“I dunno…” he replied with a guilty look, “I thought you were scared, so I was trying to comfort you.”
Maeve gave him a long look, her lips pursed thoughtfully. It was times like this, he wished he had bonded with her so he knew what the hell she was thinking.
Finally she said, halfway between an order and a request, “Comfort me again, after we’re done here, okay?”
* * * * * * * * *
The moment he stepped foot into her personal chambers, he was greeted by Celes’ bird-like voice.
“Linhart, you've finally come to visit me. Why did you keep me waiting so long? I thought you'd forgotten your promise.”
She was sitting in a seductive pose, reclining on a huge silky bed. The wall beyond was an uninterrupted piece of glass, impossibly large, which granted an amazing view of the full moon rising in the night sky. He had either caught her when she was waking from a rest, or she had known the exact moment of his arrival ahead of time.
The chamber was immense, stretching in every direction from the central shaft. The Stratega looked tiny, like a little girl against the cavernous space and stunning architecture. Despite the grandeur of the room, it was the girl that Linhart couldn’t take his eyes off of.
Her dark hair and deep blue dress were as immaculate as he remembered. The captivating eyes, the gems and stars that highlighted her long dark hair. He knew it was all an effect of her Glamor spell, but that didn’t stop the thought from occurring to him; this was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Her small, knowing smile as his eyes feasted on her, told him that his reaction pleased her. She stretched her arms above her head, a motion that accentuated her bosom, but then her expression went sour.
“Who are you and how did you get in here?”
Maeve had followed Linhart in through the passageway, and stepped bravely up to stand next to him. A chill went up Linhart’s spine. If Celes’ Glamor had been set to entice him before, it was now set to induce fear.
But Maeve was not so easily scared off.
“Stratega Mage, I am Senior Fighter, Maeve Thales,” she reported crispy with a salute. “And how did I get here? I hitched a ride with Linhart, Stratega.”
Celes approached, the sour look still directed at the newcomer. To Maeve's credit, she didn't pull away when the Stratega traced a glowing sigil in the air right in front of her face.
“Hitched a ride? Well, I don't appreciate Fighters showing up uninvited, Senior, so you can just head back the way you came. The pass code to leave is ‘Nexus’ or, better yet, why don’t you just jump.”
Clearly finished with the senior, Celes seized Linhart by the arm and led him to the bed. The covers sparkled in the moonlight, and her arcane dress matched it, glittering and showing a moonlit pale glimpse down her cleavage. She pushed him forward onto the bed and tittered at his obvious excitement. His heart was beating fast in anticipation of what this beauty had planned.
It wasn't until Celes was unbuttoning his shirt, that Maeve made it known that she was still there.
“I swore to accompany this freshman and protect him, while in the Spire…”
Her voice cut through, like a bucket of water, dousing Celes’ building passion. The mage hissed and spun to look at her.
Maeve audibly gulped and added, “It is a dangerous place for Fighter boys.”
She seemed ready to say more, but suddenly she appeared unable to breathe. Maeve's eyes bulged and her whole body seemed to tense all at once. Her arms and fingers spread wide and she rose to her tiptoes.
“The Spire is dangerous for all Fighters, girl. Especially those that can't obey a simple command."
Linhart didn't like the feel of this. The Stratega was much too angry. He suspected that, unlike with Octavia who was an important figure around the Academy, Celes would not hesitate to maim or even kill Maeve.
Linhart grabbed at her shoulder and pleaded, “Stratega Celes, please don't hurt her. She is a girl that I prize very highly. She is one of the few that I would like to gift your necklace to.”
Celes looked at him with a disgusted look, shaking off his grasp. “You'd waste one of my precious artifacts on this homely wench? It is worth ten times more than I could sell her for on the black market.”
Maeve made a strangled sound, her face was turning the color of a tomato now. Linhart looked back at Celes and saw a sinister smile had spread across her pretty face.
“I'll do you a favor, darling. This girl is obviously obsessed with you. A girl who's so low should not try to reach so high... I'll get rid of her and I’ll find a young mage for you to dominate in her place.”
“No, Stratega, please stop!”
Maeve was shaking and she lost control of her bladder. A stream of piss ran down her leg and onto the floor, while her eyes were rolling back in her head. It was clear she was blacking out. Worst of all, the sadistic mage wasn’t listening to his pleas at all.
He hadn't wanted to use his most powerful move so soon, but this was an emergency. If he didn’t act, she was going to kill her.
“Let her go, Celestherynna!”
“What?” Celes’ smirk melted into a look of outrage. A shifting of her body was all the warning he had before her hand caught him across the face, leaving his cheek stinging and red. “How dare you invoke my true name in front of this idiot girl.”
"I was forced to because you weren't listening to me,” he replied curtly. That slap had really stung, and there was no going back now. "You will obey me when I say that you cannot hurt or cast any spells on this Fighter, Celestherynna!”
“Grrr…”
“And the same goes for me. You cannot hurt or cast any spells on me… unless I permit you to do so, Celestherynna.”
“This is ridiculous! You agreed to work with me. You swore you wouldn’t bring a girl with you…”
“No, I swore I wouldn’t bring Stratega Octavia with me, and the terms of my oath didn’t explicitly say I’d service you the moment I arrived. I believe I promised that I would visit you, but lending you my service was dependent on you teaching me magic and giving me artifacts.”
His confidence grew as Celes’ mouth snapped shut. He had her now!
“Now, before we get started with our exchange, I have to make sure my senior is okay.” Linhart covered his exposed chest as he climbed off the bed. He glanced back and gave one more order.
“Take off your clothes and play with yourself until your body is ready for sex, Celesthrynna. Would you like it the same as last time… in your rear?”
“No!” she snapped, already pulling her robe off over her head. Then added quieter, “It’s not going to be like last time. Oh, I’ll still have your dick in my ass, but you’ll be crying for your daddy by the time I’m done. You’ll regret speaking my true name in front of a commoner like this one!”
Minutes later, Maeve’s breathing was stable, though she was still unconscious. Linhart insisted on removing her soiled clothing, but there were a lot of fluids that needed to be mopped up.
“I’m moving her over there,” he called, gesturing to an ornate armchair with plush red cushions that was positioned at the foot of the bed. “Why do you even have an armchair here? Is it for reading?”
“Yes! Haaaahh… it’s for reading!” Celes was breathing heavily. She was watching Linhart intently from her place on the bed. All the time her long thin legs were spread wide, while she played with her narrow slit. Her elegant fingers were massaging slow circles, while her other hand plucked at her nipples.
She added, “Clean her up, aahhh… before you move her. I don’t want her juices staining… Haaahhn… my furniture.”
“I can’t clean her any more without a cloth and soapy water.”
Celes huffed impatiently. She rose, still completely naked, and knelt beside him. Making a complex gesture with her hand, which Linhart thought he’d seen being made by mages before, she lightly touched his chest as she invoked a spell. A swirl of air drifted up from between her hands and up to Linhart’s nose. He smelled a slight floral aroma on it.
“This is a standard opening to many basic spells,” Celes said, looking into his eyes. Even without her arcane dress affecting him, her gaze was hypnotizing. “By itself, it make s a simple CLEANING spell. If you allow me to target her again, I can teach you how to cast it. It can be your lesson for the day.”
“No. Cast your CLEANING spell on me, then I will cast it on her.” he replied in a firm, respectful tone. “If you help me clean her up and you teach me a new spell, I’ll fulfill some request that you have, as long as it does us no harm.”
Celes gave him a calculating look then answered, “Very well, a new spell for a request… then I ask that you stay with me all through the night.”
“Stratega Celes, that’s not a fair trade.” he complained, trying to sound cute, “I need to get some sleep. If you keep me up all night, then I’ll be tired and ugly for my morning courses. How about I stay until midnight?”
“No, through the night. But I promise you that I won’t keep you up all night. I’ll even give you a private room to rest in once I'm done with you, how does that sound?”
Linhart didn’t like the way Celes was carefully choosing her words. It sounded like there was a trick involved.
“Very well, but first you have to teach me the spell.”
“Oh, it’s simple enough,” Celes said with a smile, her hand gesturing once again, but this time Linhart felt a cool breeze ruffle his uniform and caress his skin. His unbuttoned shirt blew wide open.
“This is the spell all Mage boys are taught in their first month at the Spire.”
The traces of sweat and filth from his clothes and body emerged and drifted away, disappearing into the air. Somehow the breeze had cooled and dried his skin, and his bare chest gleamed like it was polished.
Celes’ eyes were fixed on his flesh, and she leaned in and took a deep whiff.
“Such a lovely scent, a freshly cleaned boy. If you can duplicate this spell on your senior, I’ll allow you to clean me… as a reward.”
The Stratega gestured to her lovely nakedness. She looked perfectly clean as she was, but the idea of running his hands and his mana all over her was so provoking, this was the motivation that Linhart needed to master it.
Two hours passed. Two hours of guidance and correction. And then his hands were all over her.
* * * * * * * * *
Maeve’s POV
Maeve woke up to a splitting headache. What happened? How long had she passed out for? She briefly recalled the Witch casting a spell on her, choking, being unable to breathe. Where was she now, and where was Linhart?
As her senses came back into focus, she became aware that she was seated in a large comfortable chair. In front of her was a huge bed with a cover that shone in the gentle mooonlight. Two figures were wrestling in its center.
“Hhaahn… that’s it! You’re hitting my sweet spot again. I’m going to cum…” The witch was riding on top. Her body was flopping around like all her bones had turned to jelly. Maeve watched as her hand probed possessively over the other's face, she fingers finding their way into his mouth as she moaned, “Give me your tongue… I’m cumming agaaaaain!”
A deeper voice replied loudly, “Hghn… That’s the third time… mmmm…” It was Linhart. His long tongue came out and ran over her hand, as his lightly-muscled form pumped upwards, forcing his dick into the nasty woman. He didn’t seem to be suffering… in fact the pleasure in his voice… it sounded like he was enjoying himself. “...You really love it up the ass don’t you?... I’m getting close, so bounce that butt for me... Why am I doing all the work, Stratega?”
The two figures were silhouetted by the dim light pouring in through the window. She couldn’t see their faces, but she could see the way their two lean bodies grasped and embraced each other. The sound of their flesh pounding into one another echoed through the chamber. The smell of sex filled the air.
Maeve sat there stunned, confused.
She should be jealous. She should rush over there and start pummeling the hell out of this witch. But her body was reacting in a way that made her hesitate. A feeling of rapture was rising up between her legs, and every shadow, sound, and odor stoked her desire. She was enjoying the show.
Though she hated herself for it, she surrendered to the urge rising up within her. Her fingers moved slowly at first, sliding down between her legs and reluctantly plucking at her clit. Combining with the sights and sounds, the movement of her own fingers felt heavenly. Maeve abandoned all her reservations and jumped right to pleasuring herself.
Her fingers slid into her wet snatch, and she started to masturbate to the erotic performance. Linhart looked like a real Fighter, as he pinned the Stratega down to the bed, his hand pressing her neck to the sheets. Maeve imagined what that would feel like, having him overpower her and then stick his big rod in her pussy. The rush was overwhelming and her first orgasm hit right away.
"UGHNNN." She couldn't hold her groan in. Linhart glanced in her direction, just for a moment, with a smile on his face, before he returned to pushing his dick back into her ass.
"Gods, that felt good..." she sighed to herself. But once was not enough, once was never enough for Maeve. Soon she was climaxing again... cumming to the sight of the boy she loved, as he screwed a fuckin' mage.
