Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2013 13:29:11 +0000
From: Magnus Seagreen <seagreenmagnus@outlook.com>
Subject: Magnus the Mage 11

Chapter Eleven : Vuonti

Magnus particularly enjoyed his fuck with Callixtus in the grass hut.  The
boy lay on his back while Magnus lifted his legs and took him from the
front - the method he preferred, as it allowed him to gaze on the beautiful
face of his slave as it contorted with the emotions of mingled pain and
pleasure.  Though these days it was almost all pleasure.  The mage was
pleased to note that the boy was a very different shag from the first
occasions back on the barge on the Great River nearly two months ago.  Now,
under Magnus's expert guidance, the boy was well trained in how to give and
receive pleasure.  He was now able to contract his internal muscles in a
way which squeezed Magnus, while he was inside him, in a most delightful
way.

Afterwards, Magnus lay panting and slicked with sweat, entwined at length
along the boy, whose belly and chest was streaked with his own spunk, just
as Magnus's copious seed leaked from the boy's arse and from Magnus's own
deflating member - for Magnus's curved member always seemed to locate the
boy's prostate every time they fucked, and stimulated him in such an expert
manner that Callixtus almost never failed to ejaculate whilst being
penetrated himself.

 The sound of tinkling laughter and hand clapping came from the entrance of
the hut, and they saw that
 the elf boy Vuonti had been watching their performance.  It was quite
clear he had been delighted with the sight, not only on account of his
cheeky grin and loud applause, but also by the sight of his member
 standing to its full four inches of attention.  By now Callixtus was
almost beyond embarrassment, and he gave a rueful grin.

The next three days they saw nothing of Lendulio, who had retired into the
chieftain's hunt with the three elf-women, to be prepared for the coming
union ceremony with Shalmaneser.  Exactly what he did in the way of
preparation was a mystery it was not for outside eyes to discern.  As for
the unicorn, the grass huts were too small and cramped for his large frame,
but he spent the whole time meditating at the bole of the tree in the lotus
position, his golden tail curled around him, and seemed to be in a kind of
stasis, for he did not move for three days, nor was he observed to eat or
sleep. Only his huge hands, placed palm upwards on the top of his knees,
showed that he was still awake, for his eyes were closed throughout.

Magnus, Callixtus and Vuonti had a much more active time.  Callixtus,
tutored by the elf, spent a great deal of time in archery practice, and the
three of them delved on long expeditions into the forest each day in order
to hunt.  The island was in some ways a dangerous place.  True, there were
no venomous serpents or biting insects, but there were jungle cats - sleek
carnivores patterned with stripes of grey and black which afforded them
excellent camouflage in the tangled undergrowth.  Although the elves were
mainly vegetarian, they hunted the brightly coloured birds for their
attractive feathers, and raided the hives of forest bees for their honey.
The bees were stingless, but they lived in a symbiotic relationship with a
species of forest buzzard, large birds with fiercely hooked beaks, who
protected the hives in exchange for eating a portion of the bees' larvae.
These birds set up a raucous cry and attacked the intruders, and Vuonti
drove them off with his bow and arrows.

Vuonti seemed to have a great liking for both of them, but especially for
Magnus.  Most elves were naturally disposed to play the passive role in
anal intercourse with other males, so finding a bigger and stronger male,
especially of another species, was a source of particular pleasure to them.
Magnus theorised that this was a natural outcome of their high sex drive
and the low reproductive rate of their females.

On the first occasion they went into the forest they had scarcely gone half
a mile before Vuonti stopped and, speaking in the elvish tongue, asked
Magnus straight out if he would care to have him then and there.  He was
not at all abashed by the presence of Callixtus, who in any case understood
no elvish, although the elf, by tugging on his burgeoning erection and
rubbing his hand on the front of Magnus's tunic, made his intentions all
too clear.

Magnus was of course delighted to comply.  As well as being a mage he was
also an Imperial aristocrat and thus - as we have already seen - totally
uninhibited about having sex in the presence of a slave.  Callixtus's
former mistress the Lady Domitia had been a widow all the time she had been
his owner, but had her husband still lived and been capable, he would have
thought nothing of performing his conjugal duties with the naked slave boy
standing by in the bedroom to cool the married couple with a fan or mop his
brow during the act of intercourse.  The Lady Domitia would have given no
more heed to Callixtus than she would have done to a piece of furniture.

Magnus therefore immediately undressed, turned the elf boy around, and
lubricated his member with spit while Vuonti braced himself against a tree,
his feet placed apart and his pink little cherry winking prettily between
his slim suntanned arse cheeks.  Callixtus was intrigued to note that
Magnus's cock slid easily into the elf's little puckered hole, and with
only the slightest of pauses as the mage's glans stretched the entrance, he
then pushed slowly in to his full extent, and then proceeded to shag the
little elf with full, steady strokes, as the elf boy squealed delightfully
in his strange, fluting voice.

Vuonti, despite his small stature, did not seem overly inconvenienced by
having the mage's six and a half inches thrust rythmically inside him.
Later, Magnus explained to Callixtus that elves were naturally more elastic
and accomodating with their sphincter muscles, and were quite capable of
absorbing even large human cocks, despite their small stature.  This
natural feature of their physiology was enhanced by the regular shaftings
they received from all other elven males - excepting only immediate family
members - and also possibly by their inherently quasi-magical status.  All
forest elves, although usually incapable of spellcasting incantations in
the manner of mages, nevertheless had numerous gifts of psychic insight
which showed them to be much more closely in touch with the inner powers of
the universe than was the case for most other races.  This was a gift they
shared with unicorns (and - less happily - with the violent and
unpredictable fire giants, but fortunately these were unknown on the Summer
Islands).

The first time Magnus shagged the elf boy Vuonti, Callixtus was an
uninvolved spectator, although of course his twitching erection displayed
his interest in the proceedings.  He did not bring himself off, however -
the mage was unabashed about jumping on any willing pretty boy, but he
disliked Callixtus taking part in any sexual activity unless he had given
his slave boy permission to participate in it with him.  This was only fair
enough, thought Callixtus - the mage had paid good coin for him after all,
and as far as both of them were concerned his spunk - as well as his cock
and his arse and indeed every aspect of him - were owned entirely by his
master.

Nevertheless, that first time was followed by several more over the next
three days, and on these other occasions it pleased the mage to include
Callixtus as a willing participant.  The slave boy took great pleasure in
the sensation of the elf boy's small mouth performing well trained and
energetic services on his cock, while the mage's own cock simultaneously
plunged inside the young elf from the other end.

Callixtus also enjoyed the elf's prowess in the field of archery as well as
in oral sex, for the elf spent several hours in patient instruction with
the slave.  Elven bows were a bit small for a full grown human but
Callixtus, though well developed (and his musculature had improved
considerably after the exertions of the last couple of months), still had
some growing to do.  He found that drawing the bow took more effort than he
expected, which gave him renewed respect for the elves.  The ease with
which Vuonti drew back the bowstring and held it taut made Callixtus
realise that those small arms had muscles which were stronger than they
looked.

When Vuonti and Callixtus were at archery practice the elf, like all his
race, was very tactile, and stood close into the boy with his taut warm
body frequently in contact with his own; as they were both of course
entirely naked, this often got Callixtus into an excited state.  Vuonti
liked to pat and tug at Callixtus's cock and balls as they practised, which
did not help concentration either.  But usually their archery practice took
place after their return from their forest expeditions, and as these always
involved Callixtus in emptying his seed into the elf boy's mouth on two or
three occasions, he was able to keep himself under control - though
sometimes with difficulty.  He was only a normal lusty lad after all.

On the third night, with the union ceremony between the unicorn and the elf
boy Lendulio due to take place the following morning, Callixtus and Magnus
lay down together in their grass hut.  Although they were both naked, it
was in chaste companionship, for both were tired after tracking through the
forest for several hours with Vuonti, and pausing on three separate
occasions while they had energetically spit-roasted the young elf.

Callixtus, who had been calling to mind some of the delights of the day's
lovemaking, said "I understand, master, how Vuonti can take your cock with
such apparent ease - but there would be limits, surely?  I mean, no elf
could possible take....for example, let us say... a unicorn's cock inside
him, could he? That must be physically impossible!"

 He said this because Vuonti's surprising anal adaptability made him wonder
exactly what kind of union might be implied by tomorrow's ceremony.  "Of
course you are quite right, Callixtus.  Ordinarily, this would be
impossible."

 "Ordinarily?" said the slave boy.  But Magnus only smiled.

"Tomorrow, dear boy" said the mage ," you will be the witness of a ceremony
of union between a unicorn and an elf - an occasion which only happens
about once a century, and which to which we, my boy, will be privileged to
be the only human witnesses. So no more questions - time to sleep" - and
with that, he gave the slave boy a long and intimate French kiss, sighed
pleasurably, and drew him into his arms as they both fell fast asleep.