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Prophecies of Sin	By : Johnny-Topside Category: +A through F > Chrono Trigger Views: 6665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2: Seduction

Miles: "The Leather Castle. Chicago's finest dominants and submissives. Fully equipped dungeons. Beginners welcome."

Joel Goodson: It sounds great, Miles.

Miles: Here's one! "My daddy used to spank my bare bottom. Now he's gone. Will you take his place? Call Misty." Come on, Joel. You've got to take advantage of this! They come to your house! "Countess Angelique seeks young submissive with large ankles!" This is it! "For a good time in the privacy of your own home, call Jackie: 555-1247." Succinct, to the point, down to business. What do you say?

Magus awoke to the feeling of hot sunlight hitting his eyes as one of the maids drew the curtains. A light breeze wafted in and somewhere a bird called. Blearily he rubbed his eyes and found the simple movement exhausting, he felt like he had been run miles the night before. He lay naked in Queen Zeal's large canopied bed, the silk sheets thrown here and there except for the one draped haphazardly over him. The maid finished tidying up and poured water out of a pitcher into a glass on the nearby nightstand. She handed it to him wordlessly with the ghost of a smile tugging the corners of her mouth as she eyed the scrap of sheet covering his thighs. She looked slightly familiar and he saw it was the maid that had spied on him in the shower from the day before. He drowned several choice remarks with the water as he felt dehydrated and finished the glass before he finally spoke.

“I suppose you know?"

“I do. The Queen gave me instructions to be here when you wake. It's pretty obvious you two didn't just have a sleepover.”

“So do I have you to thank for last night?”

“Not really. Believe me she had already made up her mind about you Prophet. She just wanted to be sure you weren't hiding a third arm in there somewhere...or a third leg. You're welcome by the way.” She winked slightly at him, but unlike his mother she really did look her age and the effect was mortifying. When his grim expression didn't change she coughed nervously.

“The Queen told me that you were excused from court matters for today. She said she has a spell that, well...” Magus was growing impatient and a bit angry with the dizzy maid. Last night had been bad enough but the thought of the rest of the palace or especially Schala knowing was unbearable. Only it wasn't “bad enough” as you so put it, an interior voice said. You loved it.

“Shut up.” He muttered softly. The maid blanched.

“I'm sorry, what?”

“Nothing, forget it. The spell?”

“Well it makes one tireless and full of energy but it takes the starch completely out of you after a few hours. So she let you sleep. It's past noon.” Magus wanted another glass of water and he was starving. He also wanted to go right back to sleep and forget everything that had happened but he had to get up and see what damage had done. He could ponder the implications of fucking his mother later

Anything else?” Magus grunted. The maid leaned in with seriousness.

“The Queen expects you to resume your duties tomorrow at the regular time after you've rested. She also would greatly appreciate your discretion.”“

She can count on it.” He said with real relief. That meant with any luck Zeal wouldn't be telling the whole world what they had done last night. “I take it we can count on yours as well?”

“Of course, I didn't get to where I am by blabbing.”

“Good, then please bring me my clothes and I'll be on my way.”

After wolfing a huge late breakfast Magus had the idea to walk around the palace and perhaps do some damage control but it took all his energy simply to get back to his room and collapse. His head still felt foggy from whatever spell Zeal had used on him. It hadn't robbed him of his will so much as his resistance and filled him with an excruciating need to fuck. He hadn't felt such desire and frustration since he was a teenager. They had gone at it continuously last night and it had taken all he had to keep up with Zeal. Sexual peak or no he was surprised she would be able to walk today after the drilling he had given her. He felt a sneaking pride at that and doused it with white hot rage. She had raped him really! She was the Queen, how could he say no?

“You've done as bad, and worse.” Magus muttered to himself. He had used his position when he was king of the Mystics to maneuver women into bed with him for simple physical pleasure...and that had been what passed for "normal" sex. Sex for Magus was a distraction, better to just yield to temptation and get it out of the way. He blamed the previous night's lapse on not attending to those needs. He hadn't had sex in years it was true, as his plans to summon Lavos there had been more than enough to keep busy. Still he had been more than two dozen women away from virginity by that time. That spell Zeal had used on him, Magus had seen Flea use something similar before. She had wanted to use it on him once in fact. That had been his first time, when he hadn't known any better. Unbidden his mind drifted back to his war against the human race in that grubby future era.

He had been alone with everything he knew destroyed in what he thought of as the primitive post-apocalyptic remains of civilization. The Kingdom of Zeal had fallen and the Earth below had grown warm, lush and green, the only upside Magus could see to any of it. There must have been survivors from Zeal at one point but they had bred with the Earthbound until all distinction was lost. Occasionally Magus would see a head or purple or green hair, but those were rare, and the humans of the era lacked any and all magic. Only the Mystics were the caretakers of the last pathetic remnants of magic, and theirs was crude compared to his. He couldn't say where they came from but was secretly sure they were descendants of the beasts Zeal had engineered as guardians for Mount Woe and the Ocean Palace. In several millenia some of them had become humanoid and civilized, or what passed for it.

He had ruled them as their dark king, their Magus, and indulged them in their stupid little war to maintain his power over them and relative cooperation preparing to summon Lavos. Things hadn't started out that way though. Back then he had been the boy, Janus, with no control, only a raw, seething hidden power. In the beginning, what Ozzie had found in the woods was a frightened, confused child... until he had crisped a few of his imp cronies with lightning bolts. That had gotten the fat creature's attention in a hurry and he had decided Janus could be useful after all.

Magus remembered meeting Flea for the first time. He had been barely ten years old and had only just begun to think of girls at all. He had hated Flea almost from the start.

"This squirt? He's just a snot nosed human brat! So what if he looks weird?" Flea groused, her voice shrill and snobbish. She had towered above Janus back then. Her angular face and high forehead with haughty, almost otherworldly features made her look surreal, with thin eyebrows under which were almond shaped eyes with very dark eyeliner. Her irises were an unnatural shade of pink and her hair was a magenta that was almost red. This was pulled back into a long braided ponytail that spilled behind her long pointed ears and draped over her neck. She wore stockings over her long legs, an indecently short skirt and a tight white bustier that showcased her chest, shoulders and thin neck.

"You're not listening Flea." Ozzie said patiently. He hovered a foot off the ground but even then he was barely taller than Janus. "This mere boy fried several of my guards with M-A-G-I-C. Have you ever heard of such a thing? It takes your average Mystic decades to develop that kind of power. Think of what he could do for us with the proper training. Why with magic like that, he may well be the Magus we've been waiting for!"

"He's a human, anyone can see that." Flea had sniffed.

"A magic using human with blue hair! Have you ever seen one of those? Because this is my first in centuries. He could well be."

"Is that right kid? Are you a Magus come to help us trash those worthless human scum? Aww, look at his ittle-little face. What makes you think you've got the stones to run with us?" Flea had bent down to look at Janus face to face. Her face was very young looking but the constant expression of spoiled pettyness made it hateful. From the angle he could see that her breasts looked to be about a C-cup but he had been too distracted by what a total bitch she was to think much on that at the time.

"I came here with Ozzie because he promised me a way to hone my magic." Janus said steadily. "If the Magus is supposed to be the most powerful magic user in the world, then I guess I must be him. I have more power in my pinkie then all the cretins of this era put together." Janus leaned forward, ignoring the round tops of Flea's breasts and smirked. "And you wear too much makeup. It makes you look like a tramp."

"Oh you little bastard!" Flea shrieked and caught a hand full of his collar. Her nails were long and they dug into his skin but he just continued to grin. He had truly begun to not care any more and it made coping alot easier.

"Urk-" Flea had gasped and Janus felt an invisible force part them. He fell into a heap as Flea flew bodily, rolling once or twice before landing sitting up with her white cape over her head. "What the hell?"

"That was a warning." Said Ozzie. "I'm in charge here and don't forget it. Flea, you will instruct Janus here on the finer points of magic, Slash will work on his physical training and I'll cover tactics, and..." Ozzie eyes glittered and Janus felt a little nervous despite himself. "Mystic philosophy. Your job for now Janus will be to learn all you can and make us all proud. Or I could just leave you to Flea here. Now that won't be a problem will it?" Flea had gotten free of her cape and gave Janus a look of pure poison.

"No," Janus gritted, "No it most certainly will not be."

"Much better." Flea admitted grudgingly. They were outside the castle in the middle of a ring of fire, the remains of twelve wooden targets that Janus had incinerated without breaking the proverbial sweat. He was sixteen years old now.

"Be honest, have you ever seen magic like that?" He asked, knowing the answer.

"No I haven't, but that's not the point!" Flea grumbled. "It's not the power it's how you use it! You're like some moron swinging around a broadsword without learning where the pointy end goes!"

"Not what she said." Janus replied easily. He had lived and trained in this backwater for six years. He had grown tall and strong and his blue hair spilled over his cape down to his shoulder blades. Flea eyed him disdainfully; they were now the same height.

"Oh yeah? What would you know about that? You probably still jerk yourself to sleep at night." Her hand flew out, fast, and he grabbed her wrist in mid slap.

"That won't work anymore." Janus grinned and yanked on Flea's pony tail and her gasp of pain was like music to him. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips curled like a dog's. Something about them...

"Ouch! Oh you little shit! If you didn't have Ozzie's skirt to hide behind, I'd-"

"You'd what?" Janus smirked. Something about her face and the rush of power he felt drove him to do what he did next; that night he couldn't say what had come over him. Her eyes had widened comically as she saw what he was about to do and then he had kissed her hard. Flea tried to pull away but he held fast to her hair and deepened the kiss before she finally broke free sputtering. Janus hadn't kissed anyone since he was a boy but some evil marquis in him had reveled in it.

"Oh! Disgusting!" Flea spat and wiped her mouth furiously. "Why did you do that?"

"It was pure pity. An old lady like you needs all she can get!"

"I'm a guy you creep!"

"Not much of one I'm afraid. Apparently you're a prude as well, who would have thought. So much for your precious reputation." Flea's face was fire red now and she seemed to physically shake with rage. She brought her hand to her lips and blew a kiss at him, but her expression was full of hate. Anyone else might have been confused but Janus knew exactly what it was and the flaming kiss struck his magical shield and fizzled into harmless sparks. Flea looked dumbfounded.

"How could you-"

"Please. I think we're done for today. Maybe tomorrow too if that's all you have to teach me. If you have any harassment complaints, make sure you file them with Ozzie." He flashed her his sizable fangs and began to walk away.

"I'll have your hide you runt!" She screamed.

"If you feel you're being treated unfairly, find someone who cares." Janus said over his shoulder. He felt Schala's amulet go cold and laughed out loud. He wasn't sure what Flea had just tried to hit him with but the amulet protected him against such ailments.

"HOW?" She bawled, and Janus laughed harder and kept walking. He felt very, very pleased with himself. He had finally reached a peak and at this rate he would be able to challenge Lavos in a few more years. The first five years had been toughest. He could feel the magic deep inside himself growing but couldn't access it except in moments of stress. Flea's training had went poorly then and she hadn't hesitated to rub his face in it.

"Better get cracking little slug!" She would laugh and then cuff him upside the ear. "If you can't show Ozzie some progress you'll be all mine to play with!" Her laugh didn't brighten her face, quite the opposite. "I'll show you who you're talking to one day very soon!" Janus had hissed and she had only laughed even harder and put a boot on his shoulder before kicking him over into the dust. Those days though were behind him now and good riddance. Still the kiss disturbed him a little bit. Sure, Flea was attractive in her way but he despised her. Why would he kiss her like that? Janus hadn't the talent for self analysis, at least not then. He had told Slash about it later, even leaving in the kiss.

"You shouldn't have done that." The swordsman muttered shaking his head. He was tall and muscular with beady little eyes and as deadly with a blade as he was ugly. "Come to think of it she made the last guy who tried something like that eat his own arm. Up to the elbow."

"She can do nothing to me now. You should have seen me Slash."

"That's not what I meant kid. She, uh, he, is really twisted. I'd think twice about kissing, well, that. Hatred is bad enough, I don't like to think of what she'd do if she liked you." Janus frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean just forget it kid. You're too young to understand. So you just shrugged off two of her spells? I didn't think anyone could do that." It was the first time Slash had addressed him with something like respect. "Ya know I'm next in line to be one of Ozzie's generals." He swilled his mead and then added, almost thoughtfully as he furrowed non-existant eyebrows: "If Ozzie is still in charge that is." Flea was Ozzie's top general, and Janus knew he had eclipsed them both. It really was time to reconsider the pecking order

Two years later, on his Eighteenth birthday he was officially recognized by the Mystics as the Magus. His powers had grown by leaps and bounds and he was now their unquestioned leader. He would give them the war they had been aching for to keep them in line and use them to gather the knowledge and materials to begin summoning Lavos. Meanwhile they could take care of the day to day activities that were beneath one such as he, freeing time to continue refining his matchless magic. All and all it had been a trying day full of speeches and ceremony and he was exhausted as he opened the door to his chambers.

"Well look what the cat dragged in. Hello Janus." Flea was reclining on an elbow on his bed with a mischievous grin on her face. She wasn't wearing her white cape for once and he could see the slim shoulders and her entire neckline. Her bustier revealed the tops of her breasts, pushing them together tightly. He raised an eyebrow.

"It's Magus now to you and everyone else. That boy is dead." The deeper buried, the better he added mentally. Flea put both elbows on the bed and rested her chin on her palms.

"I guess you're not the runt you used to be. You're finally taller than me now." She lilted, kicking her feet against the headboard like a little girl. "You even look like one of us." It was true, years of living with the Mystics had affected his appearance. His irises were red, he was tall and strong and his ears had taken on the point that so many Mystics had. He was Magus both body and soul now.

"Look, I'm tired. If you want to make your move then make your move and get on with it, or explain just what the hell it is you want and get out."

"What I want, is to teach you a lesson." Flea said easily.

"As if you ever could." Flea's grin grew even wider at Magus' scowl.

"Oh my, but you haven't heard the nature of the lesson. I'm here to teach you how to make it with a woman. You're not really a man till you have." Her strange eyes slipped down his body and traced a line slowly back up to his face. When he didn't respond she pursed her lips at him and winked. She was wearing heavy mascara and her cheeks were rouged. "I know you've never made love to a woman before. I know you've thought of me too. You wanted me. " Her tone was total certainty.

"Never." Magus lied. Of course he'd noticed her breasts, her shapely legs, her rounded ass beneath the short skirt when he thought she wasn't looking. She was also a vivacious wench who had abused him for the better part of a decade, which only made him want to fuck her more. Not to mention she was the only fully humanoid woman within miles, how could he not? It had just been a way to keep his sanity sometimes in a castle full of filthy monsters but he couldn't deal with this tonight. "I'll have time for your games tomorrow Flea, as I said I'm tired."

“I see you still don't trust me. Well then how about these?” With that Flea's fingers went to her bustier and with a slight jiggle her breasts spilled out before his eyes. They were round and pert, not as big as his mother's but well proportioned, a solid handful. He had only seen a pair once before when he accidentally walked in on one of the maids changing clothes back in Zeal. He had only seen for a second before turning away in embarrassment; the maid had been in her forties and her body had been all sag. These didn't sag in the least, they looked buoyant and perky. In the center of the soft pink flesh the nipples protruded, a shade of lavender that he had never seen on a human being. With a start he realized he was leering at her. Flea noticed his attention to them and smiled. “My tits are great right? I'll bet you've never seen a pair this nice. How would you like to squeeze them in your hands and suck on them?” She pinched her nipples playfully and then cupped them together to emphasize their size; he saw the nipples had hardened into points now.

“I'm...not interested.” The truth was he'd never done anything more than kiss and that had been years ago. Now he felt himself bulging down there and an urgent need for release. Not with Flea though, he would wait for someone, anyone else.

“Awww, so you're going to play hard to get. Well what if I threw this in?” With that Flea spread her legs and lifted her skirt to show him her slit. It was the first time Magus had seen one and it looked like a second pair of lips down there waiting to be kissed, and above them a strip of pubic hair that shade of magenta like her hair. Flea winked at him, then very slowly and deliberately ran the tips of her fingers up and down the outside and then spread the lips. It looked like the inside of a flower with a little pearl up top, waiting to swallow his cock. He was getting so hard it was uncomfortable and he shifted a little. “Why don't you get in there and have a taste of a real woman?”

“That's not what you said before. You tell anyone who will listen you're a man.” She huffed in exasperation and blew a stray strand of her hair out of eye.

“Look, that's just something I said to keep those stinking pusbags downstairs from hitting on me. The last thing I need is some maggot trying to grab my sweet ass when I'm trying to general. This is real and I'm being about as forward as I can be. I like the power ok? I like the idea of having the king of the Mystics right here and now...all night long.” She emphasized each of those last words. "Nothing sadder than a Magus of prophecy that jerks himself to sleep at night, don't you think?” “Besides,” she added. “I've never had a fresh virgin cock before. I want to be the first to try it.” Gods, she really was direct, and his ears burned. Even though Flea could never take him in a straight fight, she was still so dangerous. He thought of the mating habits of certain insects, how the female would eat the male. Yes, it would be exactly that way with her, that or something too perverted to contemplate. She was twisted for certain, and he'd acquainted himself with the rumors. She kept a depraved "collection" of devices and used these sometimes when torturing prisoners, or just for fun.

“What a filthy mouth you have my dear.”

'I know how to use it too.” Her lips pursed. “Now are you going to just look at my pussy or eat it?” It was getting absurd. He was the Magus and there was no one to wait for in this backwater era. He had nothing to fear from this vain creature, and there was no one who was going to judge him for giving her what she wanted. He was also tired of the physical need weakening his resolve and distracting him from his goals, the sooner he took care of it the better. He had the choice of sending her away by force or yielding to his desires, and she was right. The first option really did sound sad when he thought of it. There was still something else to worry about though.

“I'll give you what you want Flea but I want you to understand two things. I'm in charge. We do what I want to do, if you don't like it, leave.” “Second,” he made his voice menacing. “No magic, no tricks. If I find any enchantment on you or if you gather your mana for a spell or a charm, I'll know. I'll break it like it was nothing and then destroy you without hesitation. They'll have to build me a new room because of the hell I'll unleash in here. Do we have an understanding?” Flea's usual smirk faltered. That's better he thought. Then she flashed a seductive smile.

"That's too bad. The spells I know could make you cum like no human slut ever would. You don't know what you're missing" Magus shook his head. "Geez, fine!" She undid the rest of her clothes and they fell in a white pile at the side of his bed. Now she was fully nude before him as she reclined in a pose, offering her body to him. She had left her stockings on, accenting the toned thighs and vulva. She had an hourglass figure with a waist that seemed too narrow to be real, expanding into hips like parentheses. “You sure know how to make me beg for it don't you pretty boy? Now get over here and fuck me right.” Steeling himself, he strode over and kissed her. It wasn't their first kiss but it had been years and years. Her lips pressed back and her tongue tentatively slipped out and ran against his lips. He let his hands slide down her breasts and stuck an experimental finger into her and Flea gasped as he felt her pussy tighten against his first knuckle, preventing further entry.

“Not so rough,” she whined. “You're not supposed to take the lead.” He thought of just brutalizing her then. He certainly didn't like her, but he restrained himself. More gingerly this time he began to massage her folds with his thumb and index finger, trying to make up for inexperience with instinct. He was relieved to find it wasn't an illusion, he had been nervous that his hand would grasp around another cock, or a row of teeth, who knows what she really looked like under her glamour. He found the pearl, her clit, and rubbed it in what he took to be sensuously. Flea shuddered and looked at him through one open eye.

“After all that slutty talk before? I'm disappointed, I thought you liked it rough, you were certainly never gentle with me all these years.” Magus said. He felt Flea's body stiffen against him and she looked at him now with surprise and something more primal. She closed her eyes and braced herself with an expression that was so submissive and foreign looking on her face it was shocking. He let his fingers do the walking down there, trying hard not to fumble and betray his nervousness and gradually he felt her canal soften and become wet. He was able to push his finger in all the way effortlessly now, so he began to explore and stroke in slow motions. Her lips trembled and she let out a long, contented sigh.

“Better?” He asked.

“Much. You can't just go straight for my clit like that. You've got to, uh...yeah, like that. Take it slow. Seduce me a little alright.”

“Then you shouldn't talk to me that way if you can't back it up.” He tickled her walls playfully and she thrashed a little bit, more strands of hair came loose. He wondered what it looked like loose and unbraided and spread across the bedspread.

“Sorry, it's... oh yeah, right there, it's all ll I know. That's what guys want to hear. Everybody always just tries to fuck me without any foreplay. That's not I wanted from you.” He paused momentarily, debating. They hadn't done much yet so he kept going after a moment.

“Everyone?” He asked, and quickened the pace of his finger a little more.

“Yeesssss...Slash, and, uh, a few others. I, uh, even tried it once with a, with a...” He slowed down a little to let her catch her breath, but not much. He enjoyed making her lose control. “A human. Talk about a letdown.” Magus snickered a little despite himself.

“Ozzie?” For her part Flea looked disgusted and wrinkled her pointy nose.

“No way! Ok, I'm a pervert and I've had a lot of lovers, but I have standards. You should be so lucky to have such a beautiful and experienced teacher to show you what to do.”

“You haven't shown me anything yet.” He flicked her insides again while biting into her breast softly. Her reaction was intense, her body actually rocked back and forth and he felt her walls convulse around his finger. Either she was lying very well with her body or he had a talent for this, Magus thought with a touch of pride. She cried out a little as he ran his tongue over her soft breasts and suckled on the berry-like nipples. They weren't as sweet as he had imagined but he still found them good. Slightly salty they yielded easily to the tip of his tongue. He squeezed them in his hands and let his tongue trace down until he found her thighs, and then her honey pot. Now Flea was bucking her hips and she pushed Magus face between her thighs hard, running her hands through his long blue hair. Without further prodding he began to lick her. He found her taste tart, but not in a bad way. Her juices covered his lips as he worked before he was finally ably to get his tongue inside her and twirl it around while squeezing her ass cheeks. She spasmed and pushed his mouth against herself hard.

“Yes, lick me, lick me there my lord. You're so good, I need it now.” Satisfied, he lifted his head to look at her and wiped his mouth slightly. He felt like he had just slurped out of the world's most erotic wine glass.

“You call this a lesson? I'd say I've been doing all the work.”

“You said you wanted to be in charge!” She groused and stuck her tongue out at him. Quickly Magus leaned in and kissed her, sucking on her tongue. Flea's tongue met his and they wrestled briefly before she pushed him away. He tweaked her nipple between his fingers and she lightly slapped his hand. He was enjoying the role reversal immensely.

“See?” You're too forceful!” she pouted. “I thought I was going to have fun ordering you around and then I was going to show you my collection of toys and maybe whip you afterwards! I was hoping for the virgin experience, not being dominated.” She sighed. “I haven't even seen you naked yet! What a rip!”

“Ok, you've been good...” he started, and she gave him that 'You see what I mean' expression. “So I'll back off a little. You do what you want, but I'm going to tell if I don't like it.”

“Then I'm going to do something you'll really love little boy. Sit down on the bed and let's get you undressed. I want to see what you have for me.” Magus sat and let her slender fingers worked their way inside his shirt. She parted it hard enough to send buttons flying and ran her sharp red nails up his sides and over his muscled chest. He inhaled; they were long and sharp but she was very gentle as she caressed him and traced her way down to his breaches. Like a startled snake his cock sprung free and Flea's eyes grew large at the sight of it. Smiling she gently wrapped her fingers around it and began to slowly stroke while massaging his balls. Magus moaned a little in spite of himself, he had never been touched like that before. He felt some of his earlier confidence vanish as Flea moved closer.

“Have you ever had a titty fuck?” Her voice was playful, the grin knowing. Cupping her breasts hard around his rod she began to move them furiously up and down. It felt wonderful being stroked between those two warm round tits, but it wasn't enough for him. Flea smirked, as she saw she now had his full attention she took him into her mouth and began to suck on his lower head. He watched his cock disappear between her lips and felt the swirl of her tongue as she moved and it as almost too much. The long, thick cable of her magenta hair bounced crazily and he felt his tip brush against the back of her throat and the rhythmic vaccum as she tried to inhale him. Her pink eyes gleamed up at him as she engulfed him an inch at a time before slowly drawing him out against the top of her tongue. Her expression and the suction was too much and Magus came hard then like a geyser, it was too soon but it just felt so good he couldn't help it. Flea never stopped but took it all, gulping steadily, and with one last long suck released him. She wiped a bit of cum from her mouth with her fingertip.

“Virgins, ha. Don't tell me you're finished already.” She didn't wait for him to answer, but bit his nipple softly and began to stroke him with both hands until he was hard once more. Gently she guided him to her entrance and he slid into her effortlessly. It was his first taste of womanhood and he stopped moving for a moment to savor the intense feeling as her pussy completely enveloped his rigid rod. He felt Flea tense and grip his member before letting out a soft groan. Putting an arm around his back and encircling Magus with her legs he felt the soft pads of her feet rub down his lower back to his ass, pushing him against her and urging him on.

"That's the way, move with me now." She sighed, digging her nails into his back as he began to gradually get used to the wetness and varied his strokes. Soon Magus thrust into her more forcefully and she thrust her pelvis back in time with him. The friction intensified and Flea began to writhe against him, her breasts rolled and heaved in languid circles as the headboard creaked. " Ahhh...that's the spot. You're making me tingle! Bet you want to come real bad don't you boy?" Flea piped as her legs tightened around him, her expression pleased. With that Magus hooked his hands under her legs and pushed them into the air and began to drive deep inside Flea, their thighs slapping together loudly. He tried to pace himself but then she held him close and clenched against him hard. She was too tight and he couldn't hold it and bit her shoulder softly as he came into her then. It was a tremendous feeling of release compared to every other time in his life and Magus looked at Flea with wide eyed bewilderment as she laughed out loud.

"I didn't mean to-" Flea tittered at his embarassment and gave him a sly veteran's look.

"You're just lucky you've got me to practice with. I won't get pregnant, believe me. We're not biologically compatible that way." Flea's hair had come undone and strands of it hung about her face. A bead of sweat ran down her neck. Magus looked over the slim stomach to the rolling hills of her breasts approvingly and grinned. They were compatible enough to suit him. Seeing her disheveled like that was arousing, now that he'd had sex he could see why people placed so much importance on it.

"So we can go again?" Flea put a finger on her lips and sucked the tip before tracing a line down her side. "What do you think? This time though I want you to fuck me like a Mystic, not some human sissy. You know what I want right?" She arched her ass into the air and he could see her nether lips clearly. They were still gleaming with rivulets of dew. He didn't need further invitation and guided his cock into her waiting rosebud as she leaned back and accepted his full length. Flea began to rock back against him, slowly at first. Magus grasped her hips and penetrated far more deeply than he'd been able to missionary. Gods, it was so good, how did he wait so long? Flea increased her tempo until she was ramming against him with meaty slaps that echoed like thunderclaps in his chambers.

"Is that the best you've got? I guess you're still just a boy after all!" Flea scoffed, and Magus growled and squeezed her hips harder.

"So you want me to play rough?" He began to slam into her faster and she squealed with delight.

"Yes, don't stop! Fuck me my lord, yes! I've never had it so good!"

"I'll bet." He agreed sarcastically and found the energy to ream her mercilessly. He felt Flea's body yield to him as he overpowered her, her words turned to trills and chirps of ecstasy and still he thrust faster and deeper. Her skin was like rosy porcelain as he dug and caressed and pinched with his fingers. Leaning in closer he cupped her tits together, kneeding them in his hands.

"Oh yeah, squeeze them. Don't stop! Don't stop!" She gasped. Her long ponytail flew about her shoulders as she undulated and with a burst of inspiration Magus grabbed her ponytail and pulled it back, letting the pressure lead her ass to his loins. He felt her loosen and give way as he pounded her and her lustful cries and total surrender was exhilirating to him. He cried out loudly and felt himself erupt, this time there was no shame or tension and they collapsed together into the bed. Flea breathed slowly, her chest rising and falling, her hand across her eyes. Magus still felt energized; it had been like he had begun to control his magic, this feeling like a flood gate opening. Maybe Flea was still good for something after all. After a minute she stood up and poured herself a glass of wine from a bottle on the table.

"Was it everything you hoped it would be?" Flea asked.

"It was..." He struggled to find a word to adequately describe sex. "Breathtaking."

"Heh, that was nothing. You've still got alot to learn from me."

"Such as?" Magus grinned. He still thought she was a shrill harpy but she was good in bed. A few more years of this might even make up for all the early abuse.

"How would you like to feel what I feel?" Her smile widened, and he didn't like it. She had always smiled that way before some nasty surprise.

"I wonder, could you please be any more cryptic Flea?" Flea spat a quick string of magic words and Magus tensed, ready for the attack. He felt nothing, but Flea glowed brightly for a moment and there was a quick flash of light. Magus rubbed his eyes warily, Flea's aura had changed ever so slightly but he couldn't tell how. Flea was still grinning and then Magus saw why. Flea's body had changed and now below the breasts and smooth stomach she...he...it was grasping a large cock. It was even bigger than his and as he watched it rose into the air and throbbed expectantly at him. Flea stroked it slowly in a parody of the way she had stroked him before.

"What do you think of it? I can see you're speechless. That's ok, you don't have to say anything. Let me show you what I can do with it." Magus trembled and then felt violently ill remembering Flea's caress.

"I'm not into that! Now get out of here Flea, I'm done with you."

"You're done with me?" Flea chortled. "You don't know what you're passing up. What you felt before with me was nothing, nothing compared to how much pleasure I can give you. The best of both worlds, the pleasures of both man and woman in one. You've come this far, you may as well go all the way." Magus stood up, still naked, and briefly furrowed is brow in concentration. The air seemed to ripple like water as he pulled a scythe from it into his hands. It had wicked spear points on each end and he held it before his stark body defensively.

"Get out now and don't you come back into my room unbidden or so help me one way or another you're going to lose that cock. You hear me?" Flea held up it's hands anxiously.

"Calm down, just calm down. If you don't feel right about it I can change you into a woman and then we can-" He advanced a step, the scythes crescent blade grinning, preparing to cut Flea off in more ways than one. "I'm going, this is me going!" There was another flash of light and Flea was gone.

Magus sat down heavily on his bed and shook his head. He strengthened the wards around his room until nothing short of Lavos would be getting in and then finished the entire bottle of wine in a moment before passing into a drunken stupor. His Eighteenth birthday had been one for the books alright.

Magus had kept a working relationship with Flea after all that, but had never allowed it to get that close to him again. Flea was perhaps the most talented mage the Mystics had after himself, and carried out his orders faithfully after Magus assumed leadership. It was easier for Magus to reconcile Flea as an "It". The creature, whatever it truly was, insisted it was a man, but Magus was sure he had been with a woman that night, and then later the thing before him had aspects of both sexes. He may have been the mass murdering leader of a group of slovering monsters, but Magus wasn't nearly as adventurous as he liked to pretend. That night had weighed on him for a long time, and perhaps set the tone for the rest of his life. He had never had what he thought of as "normal" sex after all those years. After that jarring experience he had been only happy to put sex out of his mind for several years, but it was difficult to fight nature.

In that time they had begun to take human prisoners from villages they raided. He had been 20 years old at the time and had crushed Cyrus and the Masamune sword. The frustration of having no women of his age or even species around had taken it's toll and become a difficult distraction. He had been discussing war strategy with Ozzie when the Hench had ushered the latest group of prisoners through to the dungeon. This was a daily occurrence but today there was a young woman with neck length brown hair that caught his eye. She looked to be in mid twenties or so and was wearing a lacy blouse and a skirt that didn't even reach her knees, and her skin was bronzed, a bar maid perhaps. She was filthy but he could see her lush lips, long enticing legs and the promising swell of her breasts.

“Magus? Are you even listening?” Ozzie whined.

“Stop!” Magus ordered the Hench, and they halted, confused. He walked straight up to the woman who trembled with terror. “Girl, what is your name?”

“Ariana.” Her voice quivered and her eyes pleaded with him.

“I am the Magus. You might have heard of me. I'd like a dinner companion this evening and your schedule seems to be clear. So how about it? Moldy bread and maybe rats if you can catch them in the dungeon with the rest or dinner with me?”

“I...” she gulped and looked at the other prisoners. Some of them were glaring at Magus with hate or fear in their eyes, and some were glaring at her. The rest simply stared down at the floor. “Alright, I accept.” She said softly.

“Splendid. You there!” he pointed to one of the brighter looking Hench. “Get her cleaned up and prepare a table in my chambers. I would like a quiet...intimate evening.” He gave her the warmest smile he could manage and she suddenly became very interested in the far wall. The Hench bowed and unchained Ariana from the rest and led her away. With a grunt another Hench kicked a prisoner in the back of the line and they began their stumbling journey down to the dungeons. Magus felt three chubby clawed digits grip his arm tightly. It was Ozzie hovering next to him wild eyed and looking fit to spit.

“What in Lavos' name was that about? Are you mad?” Magus looked at the hand calmly for a second, and like a snake striking his arm shot out and his fingers dug deeply into Ozzie's corpulent neck.

“Don't ever touch me again you fat sack of crap. Do we have an understanding?” Ozzie tried to speak but only sputtering gurgles came out, so he frantically nodded. Magus released his grip and Ozzie fell to the floor as his concentration was broken.

“You can't do that, they'll call you a human lover!” Ozzie was rubbing his throat and his voice was harsh like sandpaper.

“Am I or am I not the Magus? You only have prisoners of war because I leant my name to this war.”

“How long do you think you'll be leading if you start a relationship with a, with a...I can't even think about it. A human!”

“You're right. Perhaps a donkey?”

“I'm serious!” Ozzie positively shrieked. Magus tugged on his glove absently, it calmed him.

“It's not a relationship. I have needs, the least of which is not being pestered about it by cretins like yourself. This dinner is happening as well as whatever happens after.”

"Will you think for just a second! Imagine the king of Guardia bedding a Naga-ette prisoner. His own army would have his head on a spit the next day."

"Luckily I don't have to worry about that." Said Magus, brushing a bit of imaginary dust from his shoulders. "I could blow this whole island to hell and back." Ozzie shook his head.

“Why don't you find yourself a nice Naga-ette girl? Huh?” Magus had considered that. One day he had stopped to "chat" with a particularly attractive Naga-ette named Lina in the hall. He had spoken casually with her on matters of war and nodded thoughtfully at her replies while he had surreptitiously eyed her near naked body. He had been so fervent he had been about to suggest to her that she give him a blowjob to remember when her mate, a Gnasher had come slithering down the hall. Gnashers were giant purple snakes, as large and as long around as a grown man.

"Lina, you're late." It hissed and the busty Naga-ette had excused herself with a blush. It was just as well, he couldn't believe he had become so desperate in just two years. Naga-ettes were the most human looking Mystics after Flea. Despite their blank white eyes, fangs and claws they had the faces and builds of beautiful women. The chief problem though was their large snakes tails in place of legs. Magus shook his head to clear it and regarded his rotund little general.

“Wouldn't know where to stick it.” Magus said honestly.

“Look, I know a hot little imp and she would-”

“I prefer my women taller.” Magus broke in. “With hair. An actual torso would be nice too.” Ozzie for his part threw up his hands

“Oh for the love of...just take my advice. Patch it up with Flea, anything but this.”

“Just shut up and stay out my way Ozzie. Say what you have to say to the rest but make no mistake this evening is happening”

Magus had some naive idea that he would have opportunity to be charming, but as night came Ariana quickly dispelled him of that. The small talk quickly became as forced as the situation was and finally he was content to let Ariana finish her dinner in relative silence. They were in Magus' well appointed chambers and the room was dimly lit by candles. His castle had been as dark as his mother's was bright, but it suited him. Ariana was scrubbed and looking gorgeous in a fetching red gown and matching bow in her hair. The meal wasn't as sumptuous as anything from his days in Zeal but for the time it had been impressive. Chicken, asparagus, bowls of fresh fruit and of course lots of wine. Occasionally her brown eyes would glance into his timidly and then quickly dart away.

“Enjoying the meal?” He asked.

“It's good.” She replied unenthusiastically and said nothing more. When they had finished the food he stood up and came next to her.

“Well we've just about done. You know my dear, the Mystics despise humans more than anything. It's been conveyed to me that I won't be able to keep you. Not even as a pet. So I'm afraid after tonight it's back to the dungeons with you.” He sighed. Ariana burst into tears and covered her face with her hands and Magus felt a small pang of regret. He didn't want to be so cruel to the poor thing but cruelty came as natural as breathing to him now having to keep his Mystic peons in line. Still there was nothing to be done for it.

“Can't you...can't you talk to them? Or just let me go? I promise I won't tell anyone anything about you.” She pleaded, and Magus felt the small pang grow a little. It was true he hated most people but it was an impersonal kind of hate. Was he just making it worse on this girl? No he told himself firmly. She gets a night of comfort she wouldn't get otherwise and I get some much needed relief.

“Ariana...” he said and very gently put his hands on her shoulders. Her sobbing subsided a little and she looked up with something like hope but something in his eyes made it run away like rain water. “I can't talk to them and I can't let you go. You're a war prisoner of the Mystics and nothing can change that. Your hand is dealt.”

“The war you started! You killed everyone, everyone!” She shook her head furiously from side to side and again with infinite gentleness Magus reached out and steadied her with a hand against her chin.

“This war would have happened with or without me, it's been in the making for centuries. Still, nothing I can say will ever change what you think of me and it's not wrong of you to think that way. I just want you to understand that what will be will be. Nothing matters except the time you have left.”

“How long?” She asked.

“I don't know.” Magus said bluntly. “Like I said you're not mine to keep, except for tonight. I can send you back to the dungeons now or in the morning. I just want you to know it's your choice and it won't be held against you.”

“Some choice! You're no king, you're just a pig! Just stay away from me!” Ariana's eyes flared and he took his hand away.

“So you find me unattractive?” He asked with interest.

“What?” She seemed totally nonplussed. “No! I mean, yes! You're as hideous as the rest of those monsters. You look like a vampire! Freak! Freak!” Her voice rose hysterically and her bosom swelled. She was lying, and he wanted her.

“I won't force myself on you. Still, I think I could persuade you.” His voice was smooth and conceited.

“What do you think you're-” Magus kissed her suddenly and passionately and she jerked in her chair comically. He hadn't kissed a girl since Flea and his overwhelming need and power over her lent ardor to the kiss. He had had to treat Flea like a poisoned dagger, but Ariana was only a human, an Earthbound maybe but a woman nonetheless. Her stiff lips softened and melted against his reflexively and he ran his hand through her wavy dark hair and along her neck. Her skin was like electricity to his fingertips and he ran them down her shoulder blades and just beneath the straps of her gown. Her hands gripped his wrists and pushed him away then. She was shivering and one of the straps was loose.

“Do you want to go back now?” Magus asked softly. “You can go back if you want to.”

“I just...you're the Magus. How could I? I'd be a traitor.”

“I need you tonight Ariana. That's all that matters to me. I'll be gentle.” She seemed uncertain, licking her lips nervously, which he found arousing. Magus reached out and took Ariana's hand and she didn't shrink away. Taking her hand he led her across his chest down his smooth stomach. Her hand continue to move on it's own and they both gasped when she touched his bulging erection beneath his pants. She hesitated and he kissed her tenderly on the lips, her cheeks, her neck. After a few moments he felt her breathing slow and her hand tentatively moving against his flesh. He nibbled on her neck and she gasped as her hand found its way into his breeches and encircled his cock. She was timid and a novice with her stroking but it didn't matter, just her touch alone felt so good after so long. Magus ran both hands down her back until he felt the soft, fleshy contours of her ass in his palms and began to massage it through the gown. Ariana's breath caught as he held her closer, pressing his cock against her stomach to let her know his seriousness.

"Is this what you want? Is this what you want from me?" She breathed huskily and looked down at herself. Something in her tone made him feel guilty, but he only nodded. They moved, still kissing to his bed and stripped eachother's clothes off, every second Ariana was becoming bolder and soon enough they stood naked. They fell into bed together and he ran his hands along her hips and then spread her legs and licked along her thighs until he reached her slit. Her breasts were as tan as the rest of her with brown nipples, and she was shaved down there. He first kissed and then began to lick her clit before licking up and down her crevice. She wasn't as wet as he had hoped but after a minute of this he could feel her juices against his lips. She cried out and pushed Magus' head against her, urging him on as he savored her taste. She was different than Flea, almost sour, but also sweet he thought.

He entered her with a cry of pleasure and frustrated, driving need . It had been too long since he'd had a woman. He had fucked her missionary, gripping her wrists as she tossed her hair side to side in ecstasy and then had made love to her the second time, or as close to making love as he was capable. He lay with her in the twilight hours of the morning, kissing her or rubbing her shoulders every now and again while she stared at the ceiling. He knew she was thinking about the night ending and what that mean. He didn't love her or even really know her, but she had helped him, and for that he was grateful. He cast a simple sleep spell on her and she had drifted off into slumber. In the morning the Hench took her away and she was gone. He never saw her again.

He sat in his chambers drinking wine that afternoon brooding. He felt like he could think again now. No, he truly didn't love Ariana, she meant nothing to him. Only Schala had ever mattered. He didn't regret last night really. It had been just what he needed and he had tried to give Ariana as much pleasure as he took. What he did regret, what filled him with more loathing than anything was what would happen to her now. It had been like keeping a sheep as a pet and then giving it up to slaughter. So what if the Mystics thought he was a human lover? He could take them all...but he shook his head. He wouldn't do that when he had already sacrified a decade to put himself in this position. Everything was to have his revenge on Lavos, for himself and for Schala and for their kingdom. Still, he resolved that when Lavos was destroyed and he no longer needed the Mystics he would wipe them, or at least the architects of the war like Ozzie off the face of the earth and make their suffering legendary. For Ariana too. Just on general principal. It occurred to Magus that he might be a hypocrite and the worst of them all, but it didn't seem to matter.

Ariana had not been the last woman Magus invited for dinner. He would focus for a matter of months and then his urges would get the better for him again. He didn't make the same mistakes he had with Ariania, he refined it into a technique, making sure only to pick vapid, shallow women or sexpots based purely on their physical characteristics. They had captured a true prize in Poore, almost the entire village council and their families. The mayor was a fat oaf in his 50's with a gray handlebar moustache. His wife on the other hand had been a well scrubbed trophy with light blond hair and large opal earrings. She was in her late 40's, both older and older looking than his mother and almost twice his age but she had been a beauty and still looked it. She had practically leapt onto his cock, and he nuzzled his face between her plump, full tits before bending her over the bed and making her moan like a whore.

"I enjoyed last night immensely, my compliments. Older women really do know what they're doing." He had laughed to her dumbstruck idiot of a husband.

Mothers, daughters, aunts, wives, whichever Magus was in the mood for was his. They didn't all accept his advances of course. Some refused him outright, and others opted to go back after dinner rather than sleep with him, and he let them. Because he picked carefully though he had few rejections. After several failures he managed to arrange a threesome. Two townswomen from Choras' more well to do families, party girls by all accounts, pretty in that way only the spoiled rich can be. A red head with fair skin and rosy cheeks (her other cheeks had been rosy too) and a sensuous dark haired beauty with bedroom eyes and olive skin. He had offered them two nights out of the dungeons each and with a minimum of subtletly and a maximum of wine, the brunette had been sucking on the red head's pert pink nipples as he grasped her ass and plunged into her pussy repeatedly before giving the red head his hard length. They ended the night with the red head sitting on his face as he lapped at her with his tongue and the brunette riding him hard before falling asleep between the comforting heaviness of their breasts, as close to at peace as he could get in this era. It had seemed impossible to top that experience and by that time his research was finally bearing fruit, so soon after he had stopped making the invites and focused only on preparing to destroy Lavos. The war was also picking up by then and there was simply no more time. That had been the last time he had sex before that night with his mother.

Magus woke, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. He was back in Zeal palace. He rubbed his eyes and drank the glass of water on his nightstand before getting up to relieve himself. He had slept the entire day and now it was dark out, after midnight he judged. He felt bleary, as if he had been reliving his memories of sex continuously without real sleep. Regarding his puffy eyes in the mirror it occurred to him that beat or not, some part of him desperately wanted to go to his mother's chambers and relive a few of those memories with her physically. He slapped himself once across the face; it was the spell, it was the spell. It was no good, he felt himself drifting and he stumbled back to his bed. In seconds, he was snoring loudly, though the visions and memories plagued him the whole night.

Authors notes: I'm trying to keep all these uniform length (feel free to make a dick joke), but this one ran a little long and it seemed awkward to break it up. It went through some rewrites, I really wanted to write an extended scene with the Nag-ette and thought of rewriting Ariana a little more two dimensional but better too brief then too long, I think it works as is, but you tell me. I had fun writing this, the Mystics and Magus being Magus without having to hide as Prophet are such a change of pace from the bullshit of the Zealian court, their dialogue is alot less stilted. I know I passed up a few opportunities to do something more, uh, interesting with Flea, but who knows, maybe a future chapter. As for Flea, I know some people are going to get hardcore about it, but Fleas one of the few characters I can think of where you can go in any direction outside of saying it's a big hairy lumberjack under that getup. If Robo and Akira Toriyama thought it was a chick, I've got to guess it's not some Visual Kei/Madame Butterfly type. Flea is a shape changer, 'nuff said, and if Kirk can fuck a shape changer in Star Trek VI, then who are we to judge? Oh, and get out of my face with Chrono Cross. That's like saying Highlander 2 is canon. If you want Futa Flea on Magus action you'll just have to read literally any other fanfic, because some other guy on some other fanfic is Mr. Purple, you're Mr Pink!

Next chapter: Back to Zeal, and back to Zeal's bedroom! Things warm up a little with Schala! I know I promised this last chapter but like I said, this one went long
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