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 TITLE: Thundersoul
PART: 3 of 11 - Initiation
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF 1st F1st piv oral impreg cons size rom ScFi fant
UNIVERSE: Nexus Empire
SUMMARY: Aldric heads to the fairy planet Oberon to learn magic.  Set in
the Nexus Empire, an original space fantasy setting of my own devising.

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AGE: 18
Aldric's eyes were as big as the moons whose light they reflected, as he
peered in wonder through the glasteel viewport of the passenger freighter,
as the spaceship slowed to sub-light speeds.  The system had no sun, but
the planet Oberon itself glowed in a rich aurora of rose and gold, and the
three moons surrounding it shimmered with the reflected light.  Bands of

color weaved randomly throughout the system, looking like space rainbows.

   The 18 year old mageling slave had never been off Susa 4 before, and so
was constantly agog.  The passenger liner from Susa 4 had taken him to one
of the Nexus Empire's enormous, bustling hypertesseract junctions, where
the A.I.  built into his ticket had directed him to a long-range teleporter
pad, which had zapped him to a spaceport hub in another galaxy.  At the
hub, he had boarded the freighter which was nearing Oberon now.

   There were other passengers, and they were snapping mnemographs
frantically.  Were they tourists of some sort?  Aldric wondered.  They
didn't seem like mages.  He was surprised when the freighter veered away
from Oberon itself to head towards one of the moons.  On the well-lit
planet-facing side of the rocky, barren body was a great glasteel-domed
city, and it was here that the freighter took them and discharged its
passengers.

   Aldric disembarked and looked all around.  He'd been told that someone
would meet him once he landed, but he hadn't been told who.  Of course, he
also hadn't been told that he'd be landing on the moon and not the planet
Oberon himself.  What if there was some mistake, and his guide was waiting
for him down on the planet's surface?

   A humanoid girl waving her hand at him and smiling caught his attention,
and relief flooded him.  He strode briskly to her, and smiled charmingly.
"Hi," he said brightly, "I'm Aldric!" The girl looked him up and down,
licking her lips, and Aldric blushed slightly as he realized she was
checking him out, and liked what she saw.

   She looked to be about 18 years of age by human standards, and had pale
skin, ruby-red lips, and long black hair.  She wore a skimpy black top that
bared nearly all of her torso except for her fat jugs, whose nipples poked
through, showing her desire.  Her tight black leggings hugged her slim legs
and cute teenshr bum.  Aldric couldn't keep his oversized cock from
twitching in his trousers.

   "Come with me, Aldric," she smiled back at his greeting, and taking his
hand.  He followed her into the domed city, with metal towers rising all
around them, and led him through an alley to a dim space behind a building.
She looked all around, as if to make sure they were alone, then said
furtively, "Can I give you a blowjob, please?"

   His giant eighteen year cock bulged in his trousers, only partly hidden
by the lower flap of his tunic, and he gulped.  "Not to look a gift unicorn
in the mouth," he stammered, "but why?"

   "I want to leave this system for a while," she answered.

   He blinked.  "I don't have any reqs," he said, "and even if I did, I
wouldn't want you to whore yourself out to me for them."

   She burst out into a fit of giggles.  "No, silly!  I have the reqs
myself.  But I'm a vampire." She bared her cute little fangs.  "I've spent
several decades here - it's great, not having a sun, and Oberon's aurora
calms the bloodthirst.  But we're not allowed on surface, and it's a little
cramped in the dome.  I need to feed on someone's fuckcream, someone
strong, to alleviate my bloodthirst even when I leave Oberon." She looked
at him with eyes of molten desire.  "I've checked out every new arrival at
the spaceport for the past few years, waiting for someone with a strong
enough life force.  And yours, by the gods, I don't think I've ever sensed
life that strong, not in all my centuries."

   She leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, her hot breath
blowing sweetly on his face and intoxicating him with her lovely nearness,
"I've never been with a male before...but you make my little pussy wet."

   Aldric blushed.  "I'll...  be happy to help.  Um, careful with the
teeth?"

   She tittered, as though that was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. 
"Don't worry, I'll be careful.  And don't worry, it's okay if you have a
small dick--" She knelt down, grasping the hem of his pants and pulling
them to his ankles.  His huge cock leapt out at her, smacking her lightly
in the face, smearing her with precum.  "Godqueen's tits!" she gasped,
watching as his meaty slab ballooned even further as he hardened to his
full foot of length and girth.  "I had no idea human males were so
blessed!"

   Aldric grinned a bit proudly.  "Not most of us.  I'm special."

   "I'll say," she said, eyeing his throbbing, pulsing member hungrily. 
She took a long lascivious lick up the underside of his pole and was
rewarded with splurting precum all over her long locks.  She pressed a
tender worshipful kiss to his knob, smearing her plush mouth with his pre,
then opened her lips wide to engulf him in her hot wet soft paradise. 
Aldric groaned in wanton pleasure as she hurled herself down on him,
swallowing fully half of his fat foot-long shaft in one go.

   The vampirette moaned lewdly, clearly getting off from feeling his
massive log stuff her throat.  Her drool flowed copiously down his fucktool
from her tightly stretched lips, lathering him in her saliva as her small
hands cupped and fondled his huge heavy balls.  She swallowed and glucked
eagerly around his cock, her throat bulging out as it worked on his fat
pulsating shlong, and then she gradually pushed herself down, engulfing
more and more of his enormous cock inside her horny, thirsty throat.

   When her nose touched the pubic curls wreathing his base, her eyes
crossed, and she juiced, her body overwhelmed with the erotic sensations of
feeling this young man's gigantic cock bulging and throbbing madly inside
her virgin throatcunt.  Her entire body shuddered and shivered, as ecstasy
rolled over her in waves, and her cry of virginal delight was muffled on
his fucktool.

   Her moaned scream of rapture made her mouth and throat thrum frenziedly
around his huge cock, sheathing him in a hot wet silken vibrator, and the
horny eighteen year old lad could hold back no longer.  His balls clenched
as cum rocketed up his long thick pole and spurted out deep inside her
thirsty willing throat.

   Feeling his hot thick gooey jizz gushing powerfully into her throat
heightened the vampirette's own climax, and her body thrashed, her limbs
flailing as delight blanked her mind.  Aldric's loads were always huge, and
it was more than a minute of spunking and spunking before he finished
nutting inside her.  She was still dazed by pleasure for long moments
after, golden afterglow twitching through her as she glucked gently on his
pole, before coming to herself and pulling off.

   "Gods and devils," she murmured huskily, staring at his still-hard cock
with adoration.  "Your cum...  oh my stars, that will keep me fed for
decades." She looked lewdly cute, long strings of her drool and his cum
connecting her mouth to his cock.

   Aldric grinned.  "Glad I could help," he said, pleased with himself.

   "THERE you are," a new voice interrupted them.  Aldric jerked in
startlement and turned to see another girl he'd never met before.  She was
humanoid like the vampirette, but her skin was a light bluish purple, her
long wavy hair a darker shade of the same that fell to her knees.  She was
clad in a light blue gown, stitched with mystic sigils.  Her eyes were
golden orbs that glimmered slightly in the dimness of the alley - and they
widened as they caught sight of Aldric's huge hard cock, slimed in cum and
saliva.

   "Well, I suppose I've kept you from your purpose here long enough," the
vampirette tittered.  She kissed his knob farewell, and met his eyes in a
fond, almost worshipful gaze.  Then she was gone, vanished into the shadows
more quickly than his eyes could follow.

   "Vampire?!" the new girl exclaimed.  "She didn't bite you, did she? 
Oberon's fairylight should have removed bloodthirst from her, and besides
most vampires are registered, civilized folk--"

   "She sucked me off," Aldric interrupted her.  "My cum, not my blood." He
was blushing furiously.  "She said it would help feed her when she was
off-world, since my life force is so strong."

   "Really?  Fascinating!  I've read accounts that male seed of many
species can provide nourishment to vampires, but it's typically minuscule
compared to blood, and less pleasurable for them as well.  To think that
you have seed potent enough to-- well, that's just fascinating."

   He finally remembered to stuff his shlong back into his trousers,
noticing the girl staring at it, talking to his big dick rather than to his
face.  She blushed as she realized what she'd been doing, and dragged her
eyes up to his face again.  "Um, who are you?" he asked.

   "Oh!" Her expression indicated she'd clearly forgotten that he didn't
know her.  "I'm Belsarrae, an apprentice like you.  eighteen years old. 
Lord Chiron tasked me to bring you to Eldenbrugh."

   Aldric's head whirled with the onslaught of unfamiliar names.  "Um,
okay. I'm Aldric."

   She giggled.  "I know that, silly!  I was shown a mnemograph of you, so
I'd recognize you when you got off the passenger freighter.  I didn't
expect you to go running off with a random stranger, though." She rolled
her eyes.

   "Well, I didn't know she wasn't the person I was supposed to meet,"
Aldric said defensively.  "She was waving at me, and didn't tell me what
she really wanted till we were back here."

   "You're not very good at divination then?" she queried.  She took his
hand and led him through the domed city to an unknown destination.

   "I don't have the slightest idea how to do any magic at all," he
confessed.  "The one time I did it was...  instinctive, when my life, and
the life of the girl I love, were in danger."

   Belsarrae stopped and looked at him, startled.  "You don't?!  Every
apprentice who comes to Oberon is always ready for advanced training.  I've
never--" She shook her head.  "Well, it must be your high mystic profile.
Absurdly high levels.  Unable to be properly measured by anything short of
the Telling Runes."

   "Sorry," he felt as though he should apologize for his ignorance.

   She laughed good-naturedly.  "Don't be!  I didn't mean to make you feel
bad.  Just surprised.  I wonder which of the lord mages will take you under
his wing?" They had arrived back at the spaceport, and she steered him
towards a separate bay.

   "Um, do you know why the ship brought me to the moon, and not to the
planet?" he asked.

   "You don't know?  I thought everyone knew all about Oberon."

   He was feeling more and more inadequate, despite her professing that
that was not her intent.  "Never heard of it till a couple weeks ago.  I'm
a slave," he added.

   She blinked.  "Ohhhh, that explains it.  Well, the fairies who control
Oberon are very picky about who they let on-surface.  They only allow most
travelers access to this moon.  Especially vampires and lunarweres."

   "Lunarweres are shapechangers governed by moon cycles, right?" Aldric
tried to remember, hoping to salvage Belsarrae's estimation of his
intellect.

   "Right!" she turned a dazzling smile on him that weakened his knees. 
"They love Oberon, since the moons here are calm.  Vampires love it because
there's no sun."

   "There's lots of places in deep space or alternate planes with no suns
or moons," Aldric pointed out.

   "Right," Belsarrae nodded, "but lunarweres need a moon for their
biological regulation.  If they go for long periods without a moon nearby,
all sorts of nasty repercussions happen.  They can start transforming
randomly, their health can plummet--"

   "Well, what about vampires?" he asked, sensing a tangential lecture
coming on.  He did want to know all about this stuff, but right now he just
wanted to get to Oberon.

   "Well, the fairylight of the planet calms their bloodthirst," she said,
and he recalled what the vampirette had said.  "The fairies won't allow
them on Oberon itself though; they call them 'life-stealers'." A metal door
whisked open with the sound of hydraulics, and Belsarrae led him into a
hangar bay housing a golden chariot pulled by a great white pegasus.

   "Wow!" Aldric exclaimed.

   "Never seen a pegasus before?" Belsarrae asked curiously.

   "I've seen them, just never one so big, or so beautiful," he said
admiringly.  The pegasus, aware that it was being complimented, neighed
proudly, and allowed him to stroke its mane.

   Belsarrae smiled.  "Bellerophon here is one of the oldest pegasi in the
nine galaxies.  A more noble steed you will not find.  Here, up into the
chariot." He hopped nimbly up onto the lip of the chariot, and lowered a
hand to help the purple-skinned girl up.  She obviously didn't really need
the help, but her smile showed that she appreciated it anyway.

   She took the reins and told him, "Wrap your hands around me to hold on."
Aldric gulped slightly, but obeyed.  She was few inchers shorter than he
was, and he was intoxicated by the scent of her hair as he looked over her
shoulder.  Her ass felt really good against his crotch, and he fought down
a boner.  "Bellerophon," the girl called, "home!"

   The pegasus neighed triumphantly and leapt to the sky, sailing out of
the hangar bay into the void and leaving the moon's rocky surface far
behind.  Aldric could make out the telltale shimmer of the atmospheric
field surrounding them, and admired the space rainbows as Oberon grew
bigger.

   "Those are the Rainbows of Oberon," Belsarrae said.  "This system's sun
died a million years ago, and the gas clouds that were its remains petered
out through the system to make the rainbows."

   "Beautiful," he said sincerely.  He wasn't referring only to the
spectacle.  They passed through the stratosphere of Oberon, the shimmering
field around the chariot protecting riders and pegasus from the friction
and g-forces, and Aldric was able to see forests and meadows and lakes in
every direction.  It seemed as though there were very few manmade
structures, but it was to one such structure that Bellerophon was taking
them.

   "There's Eldenbrugh!" Belsarrae called back.  It was a grand castle, of
many towers, formed of marble and crystal and fairy pearl, and it glowed in
the neverending light of Oberon's aurora.  As soon as they had entered the
planet's atmosphere, Aldric had felt new vigor surging through him - the
planet was so steeped in magic, that even his dull untrained senses could
perceive it.  And this palace was even denser with it!  He looked at it in
awe, as Bellerophon landed on the balcony of one turret upon the crystal
castle's side wall.

   Aldric hopped down from the chariot, and gallantly helped Belsarrae down
as well, who promptly launched into a description of Eldenbrugh.  "This
used to be the home of the Eldest eladrin on Oberon.  When Emperor
Zalrion's witchlord Hyragos came here, ten thousand years ago, the Eldest
left his castle for the wild glades, and bequeathed Eldenbrugh to the mages
of the Nexus Empire.  Although it looks made of various materials, it's all
made completely of fairy pearl."

   She continued, with the young man only half-listening, gazing at the
grandeur in awe as she led him through the door into the castle itself. 
Flora abounded, growing on vines twisting around various nooks and
crannies. Statues and busts decorated the place, and bubbling pools burbled
happily.  Mages of all sorts of alien species regarded them curiously as
they passed.

   Their progress was interrupted when a young man in his twenties drew
himself up haughtily before them in an isolated corridor.  "So, you're the
slave the old horse let in?" he sneered.

   Belsarrae gasped at the insult.  "You can't call Chiron that!" she said,
scandalized.

   "I'll call the old mage anything I like," the young man said.  He
addressed Aldric, stabbing a finger on his chest repeatedly to emphasize
his words.  "Look, slave, I don't care how much potential they think you
have, you're just a slave.  You'll never surpass the likes of me.  Hells,
I'd be surprised if you surpass anyone here - except maybe Belsarrae, she's
just a big failure."

   "Shut up, Gabberdil," Belsarrae said, her lip trembling.

   He ignored her.  "I've had the best magical tutors since I was a child,
and I even had my own familiar given to me before I arrived on Oberon." He
indicated the mechanical homunculus riding on his richly clothed shoulder.
"From what I understand, you can't cast so much as a cantrip, and I KNOW
you can't afford a familiar."

   "Leave him alone, Gabberdil," Belsarrae interrupted him defiantly.

   "I don't listen to failures--" Gabberdil began.  Aldric punched him
squarely in his haughty face, with enough force to send him sprawling back.
Blood spurted from his pale nose as he grunted in pained, utter shock.

   "Say what you want about me, Gabberdil, or whatever your name is,"
Aldric said.  "But don't you dare make fun of Belsarrae."

   "You'll pay for that, slave!" Gabberdil said, leaping to his feet, his
magical jeweled scepter unhooked from his belt and gesturing at the
eighteen year old boy.  He muttered a nasal chant, and instead of the
gushing blood ceasing, it turned blue.  Belsarrae burst out laughing. 
"Shut up!" Gabberdil yelled at her, furious that his bloodied nose was
mucking up his verbal incantations.  He settled for an angry gesture of his
scepter instead, and a wall of force hurled through the air towards the
pair.

   Belsarrae gasped as she hurriedly tried to summon a shield, but Aldric's
eyes glowed pure white as he held out his hand, palm-forward.  The thrown
wall of force shattered on his hand, and Gabberdil sputtered in disbelief
as Aldric lifted his hand, and the offensive youn man himself lifted up
into the air, hoisted by a telekinetic grasp of his shoulders.  The haughty
fellow's homunculus sparked and popped as its magical ministrations sought
to free its master, but Aldric's psychic grip was too strong.

   Belsarrae stared in shock at the young slave whose powers were
apparently sufficient to entrap the most powerful apprentice on Oberon. 
Pleasure at Gabberdil's humbling filled her, along with the gladness of
knowing that Aldric had done it for HER.

   Aldric's eyes returned to their normal dark color, and Gabberdil fell in
a heap to the floor.  "Come on, Belsarrae," he took her hand.  "We have
places to be, don't we?" She giggled and led him onward as Gabberdil
sputtered behind them.

   "Yes, we do.  I'm supposed to give you a tour of Eldenbrugh before
tonight's feast.  But," she paused, "how did you do that?  That was
amazing! But I thought you didn't know how to use magic."

   He grimaced.  "I don't.  It was...  in that moment, I needed to use
magic, or I wanted to really badly, and suddenly, it was clear.  Now
though, I can't explain, and I don't think I could do it again."

   Belsarrae nodded in fascination.  "Well, soon you'll learn to cast every
spell on Oberon!" she enthused, but then she sobered.  "Be careful
though... that was Gabberdil NOYNER you just pissed off."

   "Noyner, as in House Noyner?" he arched an eyebrow.

   "That's right.  He's descended from the imperial regent."

   "Grand Lord Meph was a right arsehole too," Aldric recalled.  "Is the
whole house nothing but arrogant pricks?"

   Belsarrae burst out into laughter.  "Probably!  But you should be
careful about who you say that around.  Anyway, here we have the alchemy
storerooms, where you can get ingredients for potions..." She showed him
all around the castle, and Aldric's eyes were wide with wonder the whole
time.  It was just starting to hit him that he would be actively involved
in these magical happenings, and not merely someone watching others do
magic, or benefiting from magitech.

   She showed him his room in the apprentices' tower, and told him where
her room was as well.  Apprentices were advised to clean up their own rooms
and prepare their own meals, she told him, as it forced them to practice
their magicks.  She promised to help him until he was taught those basic
magicks for himself.

   He caught sight of several pixies and sprites during the tour, all
fairies native to Oberon, and waved happily to them, reminded of Tia.  "I'm
amazed you're seeing so many," Belsarrae observed.  "Usually fairies are
much shyer with newcomers."

   He shrugged.  "I've always gotten along well with fairies back home on
Susa 4."

   "You're fascinating," she repeated her sentiment from earlier.

   "Thanks," he said.  "I kinda like myself too." She tittered and rolled
her eyes.

   "Okay, it's about time for the welcoming feast.  Let's go to the grand
hall.  Lord Chiron is the centaur up front, you can't miss him.  He's the
head of the academy here at Eldenbrugh.  Did you know he's actually a
Ninefold High Archmage?  There's only been 6 in the whole history of the
Nexus Empire!  He could be one of the Nine Imperial Magisters if he wanted,
but he prefers to stay here and teach."

   The great doors swept open for them, and Aldric was met by the assembly
of mages and apprentices, hundreds of them.  The Lord Mages of Eldenbrugh
were seated at a great semicircular table in the front, facing the rest of
the assembly, and in the center of the room was a large circle of mystic
symbols painted in blue upon the pearl floor.  Belsarrae nudged him
forward, and he walked ahead a bit awkwardly, feeling everyone's eyes on
him.  Everyone was in rich clothing covered in varying amounts and styles
of magical sigils, and his clothes felt very plain by comparison, despite
the fact that they were made of elfsilk.

   He looked back at Belsarrae, to see that she had taken a spot in the
assembly.  She smiled encouragingly at him, and he continued on, till he
was only a few feet away from the magic circle.  "Welcome to Eldenbrugh,
Aldric of Garius VIII," spoke the centaur in the center of the Lord Mages,
in a deep calming voice.  He was kneeling on the floor on all four legs,
rather than seated in a chair.  Aldric guessed that this was Chiron, whom
Belsarrae had mentioned admiringly more than once.  His horse hair was rich
roan red, as was the flowing mane on his head and back.  His ears were
large, tufted, and slightly pointed, and a flowing red goatee trailed from
his chin.  His face was wrinkled with kindness and wisdom rather than age,
yet Aldric could feel a great age on him, despite his relatively youthful
looks.

   Aldric bowed from the waist, uncertain how to reply.  "Before we may
judge thy soul," Chiron continued, "we must know thy surname, that thou
mayst be entered into the scrolls of all the apprentices who have ever set
foot in these hallowed halls."

   He blinked, and swallowed a bit.  "Um, I have no surname," he said
hesitantly.  "I'm just a - a slave."

   Chiron's answer was a kindly smile.  "On Oberon, there are no slaves. 
Choose ye a surname, and forever will the folk of Oberon know thee by it."

   Aldric thought for a moment.  Tia had talked about the 'thunder in his
soul' more than once; he didn't know precisely what she meant, but it felt
right to him, enough that he had named his laser sword Thoraendir, elvish
for 'thunderbolt'.  "Thundersoul," he decided.  "I am Aldric Thundersoul."
He could almost see Tia's heart-stirring smile in his mind's eye.

   The assembly murmured something, in a language he didn't understand, but
he guessed it to be some sort of ritual greeting.  Not knowing how to
reply, he turned to face them and bowed from the waist to them as well. 
Several of the assembled mages and apprentices seemed merely surprised that
he bowed to them, others - including a glowering Gabberdil - seemed to
think it was only their due that a slave bow to them, and the rest seemed
happy that the new apprentice was respectful rather than arrogant as so
many were.

   He turned back to the Lord Mages, and Chiron said, "Be ye welcome,
Aldric Thundersoul," he boomed, "and step forth, to be judged by the Circle
of the Telling Runes." Aldric obeyed, wondering what these Telling Runes
were, standing in the center of the glowing blue symbols.

   Chiron met Aldric's gaze, and suddenly Aldric was flooded with a vision
of apprentice after apprentice standing in the same spot he stood now.  For
every apprentice, the runes lifted from the floor and spun around him or
her, at varying speeds, brightness, and colors, that their innate magical
potential could be discerned.

   And now, it was Aldric's turn to have his inborn magic measured.

   He watched in awe and some anticipation as the glimmering blue runes
rose around him, symbols of light floating in midair, and they began to
orbit him, slowly at first, but then picking up speed.  They began
flashing, in multiple colors, and more symbols appeared in mid-air to join
the original ones, spinning around him.  Aldric watched breathlessly, but
the sigils spun faster and faster, glowing brighter and brighter, now in a
dozen different colors and a hundred shades of each hue.  A distinct hum
accompanied the frenzied whirling of the runes, rising in pitch into a
shrill whine as the rapidly revolving runes multiplied tenfold, becoming
bright enough that Aldric had to shut his eyes-

   There was a staccato series of explosive sparks as the runes all
vanished in rapid-fire pops, leaving the original sigils on the floor
again, dull and lightless.  Aldric gaped, wondering what had possibly gone
wrong.  Then he noticed the Lord Mages - indeed the entire assembly -
gaping as well.  Belsarrae looked astonished and excited at once; Gabberdil
looked as though this was a personal insult directed at him.

   Chiron was the exception, having only raised a single eyebrow.  The
crowd overcame their initial speechlessness, and buzzed with excited
murmurs.  The centaur lord mage rose his hand for silence, and the chatter
quelled.  "Aldric Thundersoul of Garius VIII, the Telling Runes have failed
to discern the full extent of thy power, and overloaded in the attempt."
Aldric blinked; he'd thought he'd messed up somehow, but instead Chiron was
telling him he was immeasurably potent?!  The centaur saw the shock on his
face, and smiled.  "Thou wilt do well on Oberon; in fact it may not be
wrong to say that I hope Oberon will do well for thee.  It now falls on the
lord mages to decide who shall take thee as his apprentice." The centaur
looked between either side of him, the other lord mages looking back at the
roan-maned mage knowingly.  "As the Mage Superior of Eldenbrugh, I claim
the privilege of choosing any prospective apprentice for myself.  Aldric
Thundersoul, if thou wilt accept my tutelage, I would be honored to train
thee."

   Aldric stared at him, and more astonished murmurs rose from the assembly
behind him.  He bowed deeply from the waist.  "I am honored, Master
Chiron," he said respectfully.  Applause erupted from the assembly.

   Chiron clapped his hands.  "And now, with no further ado - let the
welcoming feast begin!" Instantly, food appeared on hundreds of floating
platters amidst the assembled mages and apprentices, and the various beings
fell to feasting the sumptuous delicacies.  Aldric heard the centaur
speaking gently into his mind.  "Enjoy thyself, my pupil, at thy leisure.
Only when thou art sated, will I introduce thee to the magical arts."

   Aldric grinned and pulled a leg of some delicious meat from a platter,
biting into it with relish.  The Merchantress Sopha always fed her slaves
well, but this was different; he was the guest of honor, not a servant! 
Belsarrae came up to him and hugged him; he mostly succeeded in
forestalling a boner, but couldn't hold back a telltale twitch against her
crotch.

   If she noticed, she didn't comment.  "That was amazing, Aldric!  Only
one other person has ever overloaded the Telling Runes before!  And Chiron
has never taken a personal apprentice before!"

   "What, really?" Aldric said.  "I guess it's because I'm so, uh,
powerful?" It was very odd to think of himself that way.

   "Maybe in part," Belsarrae shook her head, "but I think there's
something else he sees in you.  For being one of the most powerful mages in
Nexus Empire history, he doesn't really care about power.  He didn't take
Hurdulbur as an apprentice, for one thing."

   "Hurdulbur?" Aldric questioned.

   "The other person who overloaded the Telling Runes," Belsarrae said.

   "Is he here now?" Aldric looked all around the assembly, as though he
could recognize someone he'd never seen before.

   "Oh no," Belsarrae laughed, "this was two thousand years ago."

   "Chiron's that old?!"

   "Lots of powerful mages are immortal," she said.  "Lots of rich folk
too, who can afford that level of magic."

   "So Hurdulbur's long gone," Aldric mused.  "I wonder where he is now.  I
guess he's immortal too, right?"

   Belsarrae sobered as she swallowed a grape of an alien variety Aldric
had never before tasted.  "No, he...he never emerged from the Labyrinth. 
Divinations showed that he had descended to the very bottom, and there
died."

   "Wait, what?" Aldric said in consternation.  "He died?!  What could have
killed him?  What is this Labyrinth?"

   "You don't know?" Belsarrae said in surprise, then shook herself. 
"Right, I keep forgetting this is all new to you.  The Labyrinth is the
final test of all apprentices on Oberon.  An impossibly large stronghold
that goes deep into the planet's core.  From top to bottom it's filled with
vaults, each containing unique, valuable, and potent treasures and
artifacts.  The deeper you go, the more valuable the vaults' artifacts are
- and the more fastly sealed they are.  And the deadlier the traps are."

   Aldric's eyes were wide as Belsarrae continued.  "To be affirmed a full
mage by Oberon, one must retrieve one of the vaults' treasures, and return.
It doesn't matter if it's from the top and least dangerous level, as long
as you do it - but there's considerable prestige in going deep and
successfully returning.  Anyone who returns empty handed is sent away from
Oberon.  They may be proficient in magic - probably more so than many other
full mages elsewhere in the Nexus Empire - but they will never be confirmed
by Eldenbrugh."

   "Wow," Aldric said, sipping a goblet of smooth wine that never emptied.
"Where do all the vault treasures come from?"

   "Not really sure," Belsarrae said.  "The Labyrinth is older than the
Nexus Empire.  Millions of years at least.  The fairies first built it eons
ago to secure objects too valuable, or dangerous, to be kept loose.  When
Hyragos claimed Eldenbrugh for an imperial academy, he built thousands more
vaults atop what then existed of the Labyrinth, and in the last ten
thousand years, any number of important personages have filled them."

   "Do we know what's in them?" Aldric queried curiously.

   "Nope," Belsarrae shook her head.  "All sorts of rumors though. 
Balthazar's last egg, Zalrion's heir, you name it."

   Aldric snorted.  "That's ridiculous.  Even I know that, and I'm a slave.
Zalrion was childless, and Balthazar only had twelve offspring."

   "Yup," Belsarrae nodded, "and his twelfth hatched for the ancient
Emperor.  But there have been some truly wondrous things obtained from the
vaults, so you never know.  One apprentice came back with an entire planet
once."

   "No way!" Aldric gaped.  Belsarrae giggled cutely, and told him the
whole story.  They passed the feast deep in conversation, although they
were interrupted often by other mages and apprentices, who were eager to
speak to the most powerful mageling since Hurdulbur.

   Aldric often found that he had missed the last sentence or few that
Belsarrae had said, so lost did he get in staring at her.  Her fervent
expression as she animatedly shared her knowledge was incredibly lovely,
and her skin and hair shimmered beautifully in the lights.  He was hungry
for knowledge though, and eagerly absorbed all that this fabulously
intelligent young wizardess could tell him.

   "Oh, Lord Chiron left," Belsarrae noted, and Aldric looked to see that
she was right.  "I bet he's waiting for you."

   He furrowed his brow.  "Uh oh, I hope I haven't kept him waiting very
long!"

   Belsarrae laughed.  "Nah, Lord Chiron is very patient, very wise, very
powerful."

   "Did he overload the Telling Runes?" Aldric wondered.

   "No, at least not to my knowledge," Belsarrae said.  "There's more to
magic than pure innate strength - but it definitely helps." She seemed a
little wistful as she said that, Aldric noted curiously.  She leaned
forward and impulsively kissed his cheek with a blush, her face turning a
darker shade of bluish purple.  "I guess you better go see him.  I hope
I'll see you later!"

   He grinned at her, pleased that she apparently found him as attractive
as he found her.  "You will," he promised.  "This will be so much fun,
learning about magic!"

   He disentangled himself from the assembly - which took several minutes,
as many were eager for a moment of this new prodigy's time - and left the
grand hall.  He went unerringly to a room in a tower a fair distance away
through the pearl castle, and only noticed that once he arrived to find
Chiron waiting for him.

   "Did you--" he began.

   "Yes," Chiron smiled.  He had indeed telepathically transmitted
directions to the young man's mind.

   "Telepathy or divination?" Aldric asked shrewdly, wondering how the
centaur had guessed his question.

   "Neither," Chiron's eyes twinkled.  "Deduction."

   Aldric laughed delightedly, before recovering himself and bowing from
the waist again.  "I'm ready to learn, Master."

   "Stop that bowing nonsense," Chiron waved his hand.  "Thou art not a
slave here.  It is good to be respectful, but too much kowtowing will blunt
thy education on Oberon."

   "Yes, Master Chiron," Aldric replied, hoping he could obey.  Bowing was
almost instinctive for him, ingrained into him from his early youth,
growing up a slave in a wealthy elven household.  The centaur waved his
hand, and hundreds of items appeared in the room, floating in mid-air. 
Aldric gaped at the casual display of power; he could almost feel the
mystic potency in the floating talismans - for that it was what they were.

   "Pick one," Chiron said.

   Aldric looked all around, seeing books and wands and staves and orbs and
brooches and swords and medallions and candles and everything else.  "For
what purpose?" he asked.  It didn't seem right to pick out something
without knowing why.

   Chiron smiled, clearly pleased by the question.  "It is every mage's
privilege to bond himself to a talisman.  This talisman becomes a focus,
uniquely suited to thee.  It will make spellcasting easier, and the
resultant magicks stronger as well."

   Aldric absorbed this information, lips pursed in thought.  "What sort of
talisman is best?  It can't just be whichever one looks the shiniest," he
quipped.

   Chiron chuckled.  "It might be!" he said.  "But that is not the
criterion thou art looking for.  Nor even the most powerful talisman,
necessarily, though that is a common mistake for mages, even experienced
ones.  Thou art looking for the one that resonates with thee the most, the
one that fits in thy hand and sings in thy mind."

   Aldric nodded.  One by one, he examined the hundreds of talismans.  Some
he dismissed with a glance, others he touched or even held for a few
moments.  After more than an hour, he had tried them all.  He looked around
again and bit his lip thoughtfully before looking back at Chiron.  The old
centaur waited patiently, never saying a word.

   "I don't think...any of them resonate with me," Aldric said hesitantly.
"Maybe a little bit with some of them.  Even a fair amount with that ritual
knife there, or the amulet over here.  But none really sing to me, like you
said."

   Chiron nodded.  "Even a talisman that doesn't particularly resonate with
thee can be valuable," he allowed.  "Thou art permitted to take one
regardless."

   Aldric shook his head.  "No, Master.  I hope it is not an insult, but
when I touched them, held them, they just didn't feel quite right."

   The centaur studied him for a moment, then smiled.  "Although many mages
would disagree, it can be great wisdom to refuse a talisman if none suit
thee.  I must warn thee however, that thy training will be somewhat more
difficult without a focus."

   "I understand, Master.  But that will just teach me to be a better mage
in the long run, without relying on a focus.  Right?" He was reminded of
the orc Captain's appraisal of him as acting like an orc, and grinned
lopsidedly at the memory.

   "That is correct, Aldric," Chiron nodded.  "Now, for the beginning of
thy magic.  It is good that thou art brand new to spellcasting.  No
previous training will bias thy mind to its purity." He paused, as if to
make sure that Aldric was listening, but the boy was already hanging on to
every word.  "For magic, reality is akin to a dream.  When thou art
dreaming, thy dream is malleable, and responds to thy will, yet only
slightly.  Thou must convince thy mind that thou canst indeed alter the
dream - thou must nudge the dream into altering at thy will.  The more
believable an alteration, the more ready thy dream will be to acquiesce.

   "This is magic's essence.  The smaller the alteration or conjuration or
manipulation you perform, the easier it is.  But thy will must master
reality to enact major magicks." He spread his arms.  "Look around.  Look
around this chamber.  Imagine that you are in a dream, and that all that
you see is as malleable as your own imagination." He fell silent then, and
waited.

   Aldric obeyed, and tried to imagine that he was dreaming, and aware that
he was in a dream.  He remembered how solid objects felt when he was
dreaming, even when he knew them to be mere constructs of his dreaming
imagination.  He wasn't sure what Chiron expected of him, other than to
practice this visualization, but he experimented, trying to visualize
things changing in what he saw.

   It was difficult, because he was so firmly convinced that what he saw
was real, and unchangeable by a force as substanceless as imagination.  But
he kept trying - and after several minutes, a floating wand dropped to the
floor.  It was so sudden, and so unexpected as his subconscious didn't
really believe that he could exert that change, that he jumped in surprise.

   Chiron chuckled.  "Well done."

   "But," he said, "if that's all there is to magic, what are spells for?"

   "There are as many ways to practice magic as there are magicks that can
be cast," Chiron explained.  "And many ways enhance a casting's power, or
make it easier to cast.  Furthermore, there are many forces that will
resist thy magicks, and various spells can aid thee in such cases.  But the
very basis for it, is mastering reality with thy will.  Once you understand
that, thou canst expand and extend thy learning.  But for now, it is late,
and thou hast had quite a day methinks."

   Aldric grinned.  "Thanks, Master Chiron!" He deliberately suppressed the
urge to bow.  "Good night!"

   "Good night, Aldric Thundersoul," the centaur nodded his shaggy head. 
Aldric looked around at all the floating talismans, then dashed out
mischievously as they ALL simultaneously dropped to the floor.  Chiron's
rumbling laughter barely rose over the clattering as Aldric strode briskly
down the corridor, his step light.

   He climbed up the stairs of the apprentices' tower, flushed with
excitement.  He stopped in shock as he opened the door to his room.  There,
on the bed, lounging atop the red silken blanket, was none other than the
sprite Tia!  "Tia?!" he sputtered, surprised and delighted all at once.

   Her face shone as he came in, and she floated up through the air to meet
his embrace, kissing him passionately.  He could feel the hard nipples of
her oversized teen boobs poking into his chest through her red dress and
his shirt, and his cock began twitching and throbbing in his trousers.

   "How did you get to Oberon?" he managed to ask after sharing a deep kiss
with her, full of love and lust in equal measures.

   She smiled and stroked his cheek fondly.  "I was born on Oberon," she
said, and he gaped.

   "You were?  I didn't know sprites could leave their place of birth."

   "It's rare," she admitted, "because all fairies are sustained only by
high concentrations of magic, or failing that, their connection to their
birthplace.  But if one finds such a concentration of magic, a sprite can
travel alongside it."

   "You traveled with me?" Aldric guessed.

   "Maybe," she laughed, tossing her gorgeous red-gold hair and kissing him
again.  "But then, how did I get to Susa 4?"

   "You tell me," he kissed her nose, prompting a giggle from her.

   "Maybe I will," she said, "someday.  Wanna fuck me, father of my
daughters?"

   His cock throbbing into her crotch answered her.  "Do I ever, mother of
my daughters," he grinned.

   "Too bad," she tittered mischievously.  "You've got company."

   "Wha--?" Aldric said, but Tia vanished then, leaving him embracing empty
air as a knock sounded on his door.  He spun around, and managed to mostly
convince his cock to soften to the point where it wasn't sticking out the
front of his crotch in a massive bulge.  He opened the door and saw
Belsarrae.

   "Hi, Aldric!" she said happily.  Then, a bit shyly, she added, "Can I
come in, please?"

   "Sure, Belsarrae!" he ushered her in, glad to see the beautiful,
intelligent, young girl.

   "Call me 'Rae," she blushed.  "All my friends do."

   "Okay, Rae," he smiled, and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to
him. She joined him, and leaned into his side, a bit shyly but obviously
eager.  "What do you want?"

   He could feel the heat on her face as she leaned her head into his. 
"You mentioned earlier, something about a girl that you love?"

   "Yeah," he smiled, remembering.  "Charelle.  She's pregnant with my
daughter.  But there's two girls I love.  The other is a sprite named Tia.
She's pregnant with my daughters too."

   Rae's breath hitched slightly, in a manner that he recognized, from
seeing several girls pant in lust for him.  His cock began to twitch again.
"That's...wonderful.  So loving at such a young age.  Um...so, you're not
monogamous?"

   "No," he said, putting his hand atop hers; it was warm and soft. 
"Especially not since I was a concubine for Charelle's sister."

   He could feel the heat on Rae's face again.  "I've never...you know. 
Been with anyone.  Male or female.  But...I want to be with you.  Sexually.
Ever since I saw your...your giant cock."

   He turned his head to look at her, and gently took ahold of her cheeks
to turn her face to his.  She was burning with embarrassment and lust, but
finally met his gaze with those beautiful golden orbs.  "You're beautiful,
Rae," he said sincerely, "and kind, and smart, and wonderful.  I want to
make love to you too."

   Her eyes shone with new light, and she grinned happily.  So fast that
Aldric barely realized he did it, he willed their clothes off, and
Belsarrae gasped as they appeared in a pile on the floor at their feet. 
His cock rose out of his crotch in a raging mast of meaty cock, precum
beading at the tip.

   He stroked Rae's naked blue-purple back, and watched her gorgeous young
boobs heave, stemmed by taut dark purple nubs.  "Aldric..." she panted
huskily, and he pushed her gently down on the bed, leaning over her to suck
and lick her nipples.  Whines of pleasure murmured from her lovely throat
as he worshipped her fresh teen tits, and his hand roved down to her bald
alien pussy, feeling her warm dew there.

   She moaned, rubbing her pussy back into his hand as he sucked on her
nipple.  As his fingers found and tweaked her tiny purple clit, her hips
bucked off the bed as she cried out sharply, and he lifted his head from
her nipple to kiss her soft lips.  She moaned into his mouth, her soft
lithe hands finding his cock and stroking curiously, and a wave of desire
shuddered through her as she felt that lurching throbbing fuckpole lube her
hands with dribbling pre.

   "Make me a woman, Aldric," she gasped hotly into their kiss.  He kissed
her back briefly, then climbed on top of her, as she spread her legs wide,
shuddering in bliss as his swollen knob touched her dripping wet slit. 
Between those dark puffy lips, her pink treasures glistened, beckoning him
inside her hot soft sink, and he pushed forward, groaning as his leanly
muscled chest scraped along her hard nipples.

   Rae moaned, wrapping her arms around him as her pussy lips parted for
him, engulfing that massive meaty young dick.  She murmured a chorus of his
name, repeated over and over in hot breathy little moans as he sank his
huge cock deeper and deeper inside her virgin cunt, till his obese swollen
balls squelched lightly into her gorgeous young bum.  Rae's warm teen
juices gushed from her pussy around his cock, spilling onto his balls and
the bedding, as she writhed beneath him.  Her cunt contracted and convulsed
greedily around his massive fucktool, and she whispered, "F-fuck me,
Aldric, oooohhhhh!"

   He obeyed, pulling back only to thrust inside her again, building up a
steady, slapping, wet cadence of young flesh on flesh.  Rae's moans rose
into cries of exhilarated rapture, her head tossing back and forth beneath
his face as he grunted, fucking her faster and faster, hilting himself
completely inside her drenched satin tunnel each time.

   With a final powerful heave of their sweaty teen bodies slicking
together, Aldric bellowed in his young tenor as his balls clenched against
Rae's blue-purple buttocks, and he began pumping her luscious slippery twat
full of his thick, potent jizz.  Rae shrieked in ecstasy as she felt his
gigantic cock lurching madly inside her and spewing hot gushing spunk into
her womb.  She juiced hard, her body thrashing frantically beneath him as
she experienced the very first, incredible, climax of her young life.

   Aldric's cum spurted into her fertile womb, slathering her nubile egg
with potent baby batter, siring a new daughter in her belly.  Over and
over, he blasted her pussy and womb with cum, till with a final guttering
ragged heave, he emptied himself, collapsing on top of her, kissing her
face tenderly.  Rae moaned blissfully, sighing in utter joy as Aldric's
cock twitched inside her thoroughly stuffed, ravished, and bred teen pussy.

   "Oh, Aldric," she murmured, "that was wonderful..."

   "We're not done yet," he panted, grinning at her.  "Unless you WANT to
stop."

   "You can go again?" Rae gasped.  "Male refractory periods are a
universal trait among all known species--" He cut off her with a chuckling
kiss, and she moaned again.  "Yes, please!" she said eagerly, and cried out
in renewed rapture as Aldric began reaming in and out of her soaked young
snatch for the second of a dozen times that night...

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