Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2012 09:11:52 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Wizard of Kos. Part Three.

  Part Three

     The word axe should really read as guillotine for it became more of an
inquisition that was started after the mother of Lilith dragged her down to
see Doctor Slocombe, the wizard who saw to the health of the villagers. She
suspected that her daughter, unmarried, was pregnant and after being
examined, it was proved that she was with child.

     After a constant barrage of questions over two days she finally broke
down and confessed that Milos would be the father. It was then being said
that Milos should then marry her but there was another fly in the ointment
for Lilith had said that he had also been with Polly Roach.

     Polly's father thrashed her when he heard of this and had her examined
by the doctor as well and it was confirmed that she too was pregnant. In
spite of the thrashing, she still wouldn't name Milos as being the man that
got her pregnant, that is until she was subjected to a truth spell.

     Then it became a witch hunt. Milos was summoned before a cabal of
wizards but refused to either confirm or deny the charge of illicit sex
with the two girls and he quickly surrounded himself with an anti truth
spell that prevented them from using this spell to get him to tell the
truth. He also refused all food and drink that was offered him, only taking
these sustenance's from his own home, to which he'd also covered with a
spell to prevent any intruders from gaining access.

     But the cabal had other means of getting to the truth and so over a
period of two days, all the women of the village were subjected to this
truth spell and it finally all came out. They were horrified to find that
even two married woman had lain with him and upon medical examination, they
too were found to be pregnant.

     This was indeed very serious that over a tenth of the females of the
village were pregnant by the same man. It was something that had never
happened for several thousand years, if fact, there was no record at all of
this ever happening before since the village's inception.

     They could understand Mary Stickles falling under his spell what with
her husband being away for nearly six months every year and Lucille Cipling
insisted that she had been bewitched by Milos to have had sex with him. The
truth never was proved that it was just his personal charm that had got all
these women to have sex with him.

     He couldn't marry all four of the young women, nor could he become a
second husband to the two married women. It was a dilemma as to what his
punishment should be and after a week of argument and deliberation it was
decided by the cabal that Milos be exiled.

     This in itself was a problem for he couldn't be banished to another
village for none would have a philandering wizard in their community. Milos
had no court he could appeal to about the cabal's decision but had the
temerity to ask them if any of the girls would accept banishment with
him. This caused another uproar at this audacity when not admitting to his
crime as they called it, to even come up with this suggestion. Though if
the truth be known, two of the girls said yes to this but were browbeaten
by their family to eventually refuse.

     The question was then where to exile him and it took them two months
to find a place where no other wizarding community existed, and this was on
the Greek island of Kos.

                                                           *

     Little did they know at the time that Milos Drake would become one of
the most famous wizards the world had ever known and would be always
eventually be known as The Wizard of Kos. But this would be some years into
the future and that is the purpose of the story to tell why and how he
became such a famous wizard.

     It took the four wizards of the cabal of Hazelwood village all their
power to be able to transport the house, contents, garden and his two elves
and Milos himself to this Mediterranean island to begin his life of
exile. Like Napoleon Bonaparte Milos thought, being exiled and look how
famous he became when he escaped from Elba, the same waters that they have
banished me to. Well I will show them that Milos Drake will, like the
phoenix, rise from the ashes and show them the glory they could have had if
they'd let him stay in the village.

     But then, if he'd not been banished, maybe he would never had
undertaken what he did, and another point was that if they had let another
female accompany him, he would never have attained his fame.

     This we will come to in time for he would still have nearly three
hundred years of life left to him though this tale could no way last that
long. So we will skip the years in between and only concentrate on those
that were productive or worth recording.

     The island of Kos is the largest of the three islands of the
Dodecanese belonging to Greece off the south western coast of Turkey. His
house and garden was settled down just off the Prion Ridge which with its
deep springs, gave him ample water.

     There are four major towns on the island that is a favourite holiday
spot for some of the human population of the world having its own
International airport. Though this was of no interest to Milos and his two
elves, Quirk and Quarrel had no say in the matter nor did it make any
difference as to where they were for all they had to do was see to the
comfort of Milos.

     What the wizards of Hazelwood missed with all their wisdom, was to let
Milos keep the extensive library of books that the Drake family had
compiled over the last thousand years. He had tomes and tomes of books that
even surpassed the first printed page and many were hand written, calfskin
bound books that hadn't been opened for centuries.

     As to the view from his house of the sparse but wild looking landscape
where the ocean could be seen in the distance, meant nothing to
Milos. Quirk was happy enough just looking after the inside of the house
and Quarrel still had his garden to tend and grow the vegetables for Quirk.

     What hurt Milos most was the lack of a female to fuck. A wet warm hole
to slide his prick into and tits to suck and play with. A mouth to kiss and
see fixed to the head of his cock and suck out his essence and give him
pleasure in the doing.

     This was the hardest thing that Milos was up against for once having
found the joy of sex, discovered that this was the final torment and so he
devoted himself to studying the books of his library to try and find a
means to create a female for him to once again have the joys of sex.

     For two years he ploughed through these books, gaining knowledge all
the time and at night in bed, he would fantasise and masturbate, it being
his only release now from the frustration of not having a woman.

                                                           *

     It was into his third year of exile that he began to try and create a
woman. He would spend hours concentrating on building up the muscles,
nerves, veins and all that could be found in Grey's Anatomy. He would
construct, enlarge and add or subtract if necessary on each and every
limb. Then find a flaw and destroy what he had done.

     It took two years to perfect the body of a woman but another two years
to stimulate the brain for what he had up to that point was just a female
in body but a mute zombie type of creature.

     It had the face, hair and lips at the mouth and eyes that could
see. Breasts that he made from memory being a mixture of the four girls,
big and firm with nipples that would rise up to stimulation. A narrow waist
and decent hips and legs and thighs that would make most women envy. In
between these legs was the vulva and vagina with its clitoris. Ankles and
feet matched and complimented the rest of the body.

     But he found it was like fucking a corpse for there was no emotion, no
stimulus and he didn't like the blank look the eyes gave him as he fucked
his created woman.

     So he spent the next two years on infusing his thoughts and emotions
into this brain, adding and discarding as he got his creation to talk and
slowly began to see a light at the end of the tunnel when she began to ask
questions. He was over the moon when she got to this point for the question
was such a simple one that he hadn't even thought of it himself.

     `What's my name,' this woman asked him when she was brought to life by
a quite simple wave of his wand. As he had made her hair a soft greyish
brown he told her, `Sable.'

     `Sable. I like that,' and she smiled. `Will you take me to bed now and
fuck me?' She had no sense of right and wrong and everything she did was to
please Milos and so he took his created woman upstairs where she stood
perfectly still for him to take off what little clothes she was wearing.

     This revealed the lovely breasts that cried out to be sucked, the
nipples coming erect every time her tit was touched. Her pubic hairs were
as soft as her name and matched those on her head that framed her
face. Between the thighs at the base of her trimmed bush was her sex that
he had taken nearly a year to make the right size and have all the muscles
and feelings of a normal woman.

     He kissed these breasts and sucked on the erect nipples and helped her
onto the bed where she opened her legs for him. It was now a pleasure to
fuck his own doll like creature that he had created. Her legs came up and
she gave out some moans or groans as he fucked and came inside her.

     `That was lovely Milos,' she said as he pulled out and he now didn't
have to tell her what to do next for she moved down the bed and took his
still hard cock into her mouth and sucked on him and licked him clean till
he deflated.

     Now that she was asking questions, he began to implant many more into
her brain and was even more pleased at the response he got. So much so that
he began to envision having a harem and so threw himself into the task of
creating another female. He had visions of the Pacific and of the native
women of that region and so began his idea of a Polynesian woman. Dusky of
skin with black hair that grew to the waist and medium sized breasts, all
to be a contrast to Sable.

     Whereas it had taken him seven years to create Sable, his next woman
only took him five to complete, adding the odd thing here and there to make
her as perfect as he could. It was still the brain that took the most time
but he was again pleased when she began to ask questions.

     He named her Mink for she had a similar colour though not really as
dark but the skin of her body was like stroking such an animal. The thing
he'd managed to keep out of Sable's mind and the same for Mink, was
jealousy. This he didn't want in these two women of his and so he now had
two different women to fuck as the mood took him.

     It was great, to his mind, to lie in bed with these two beautiful
creatures either side of him without their having one jealous bone in their
body when he fucked one and the other had to wait. He even got the two
woman to have sex with each other in between as he rested. He would watch
the two writhe on the bed as they performed cunnilingus on each other,
sucking and appearing to enjoy it. This was a good stimulation for him to
watch and then fuck the second one when he was ready.

     He hadn't really perfected the juices that a real woman exudes in the
throes of sex but what these girls gave out was just as good to his taste
and he quite often went down on them.

     Another thing he liked was when they would start out on their own to
rouse him up for sex. Playing with his penis until it became a rampant cock
and had no trouble with sucking on him as they used their hands to bring
him to a climax while having the head of his cock in their mouths. They
even seemed to relish having him come in the mouth and swallow it and lick
their lips and ask for more.

     After over thirteen years of banishment from Hazelwood village, he was
happy as a pig in shit now at having two women whose only aim was to please
him in bed.

                                                           *

      He'd been exiled for fifteen years though to us poor mortals this
would only be the equivalent of just over two and a half years. He was
happy and content for his life expectancy was still another three hundred
years at the minimum but was a bit concerted when a visitor suddenly
appeared at his door.

     Never in all his time on Kos had anyone knocked on his door and it
could only be a wizard for he was still invisible to all human folk. Quirk
went and answered the door, waving his hand for it to open and revealed a
short man wearing a suit and black bowler hat. This he took off before he
spoke.

     `I'm calling on Mister Milos Drake,' he said.

     `And who might be asking for the master?' Quirk asked a little
imperiously.

     `My name is Talbot Blue from the International Federation of Wizards,
Social Section,' he said, holding his hat in his hand and looking a little
nervous at this mission of his.

     `I'll see if the master is at home and receiving guests at this time,'
Quirk said as haughtily as he could from his three foot height.

     `I am to both Quirk,' Milos called out having heard the verbal
exchange at the door. `Show the gentleman in please.'

     `The master is at home and will receive you Mr Blue,' Quirk said. `May
I take your, er, hat?' He'd never seen a bowler before and thought it
looked ridiculous for this man to carry it.

     `Er, thank you, er, no. I'll keep it,' Blue stammered but entered the
house and soon stood in the front room of Milos' home. `I'm sorry to
intrude without prewarning you Mr Drake.'

     `Welcome to my home Mr Blue. We don't haven't many visitors,
especially from the Winter Fizeration of Izzards? Never heard of them.'

     `The International Federation of Wizards, Mr Drake,' he corrected
Milos.

     `Oh I am sorry for you. How can I help you? Please sit down,' Milos
said indicating an armchair. `Sable! Bring some drinks in please for our
guest. We don't get many visitors, especially at this time of year,' Milos
said with a smile to the man as he sat down clutching his bowler hat
between his legs. `Now what can I do for you Mr Flue?'

     `Blue. My name is Blue.'

     `Oh, sorry. Well to what do we owe this pleasure?'

     `Er, well I'm from the Ministry of Social Services to the Federation
and it's my job to see how people who have been exiled, though,' he began
to add hastily, `you are one of a few. To see just how you are coping and
if you are in any difficulties because of, ah, the, er, being exiled, if
you understand what I mean?'

     `Oh, ah, here's some drinks,' Milos said as Sable wearing the barest
minimum of clothing appeared with a tray of drinks and paused and offered
the tray to Mr Blue. `The golden coloured one on the left is dandelion
wine. The green one in the middle is a delicate mint sherry and the dark
one on the right is elderberry. Home brewed and are all delightful to the
palate.'

     `Oh, ah, thank you,' he said to Sable, looking up at her and taking
the elderberry wine and Milos reached over and took the dandelion. `Thank
you Sable.' She gave a nod of her head and moved off out of the room. Milos
took a sip of his drink as did Mr Blue who then spoke again.

     `I've come to see if you are coping with being exiled,' he began.

     `Fifteen years before you come to ask?' Milos asked with an
incredulous look on his face.

     `Oh, ah, you are speaking of the human time span but for us it hasn't
been that long. But I can quite plainly see that you are indeed coping with
your, er, exile. It...it... I'm sorry but this is not right! You alone were
exiled with your elves. Who was that woman?' he asked looking very
perplexed and a little agitated.

     `Oh I beg your pardon for not introducing you. Sable! Bring Mink in
with you please,' shouted Milos and sat back with a smirk on his face as he
waited until the two woman came into the room. Mink was as scantily dressed
as Sable.

     `Allowing me to introduce you to Mr Glue from some Ministry. The one
on the left is Sable and the one on the right is Mink.' They both bowed and
said hello as Mr Blue struggled to try and stand up from his deep chair but
the two disappeared back out of the room before he managed it and so he
sank back in his seat.

     `Who are they?' He asked. `You were exiled alone?'

     `You're repeating yourself. Yes, I was exiled alone as you said, along
with my two elves. You know why I was exiled?'

     `Er, yes,' Mr Blue stammered.

     `Well I was denied the company of one or more of the company that I
was alleged to have consorted with and get pregnant. So, as I was then cast
adrift as it were on the ocean of life alone, I decided to create some
things to appease my appetite in my exile,' Milos said with a smile.

     `Create?' he asked with an astounded look on his face. `They are not
wizards or humans?'

     `No,' Milos replied. `I created them myself to give me comfort.'

     `But...but...that's not possible! It's impossible! We monitor all that
humans can do and so far all they've managed to do is clone some
animals. No wizard has ever been able to create life! Destroy it, yes, but
create it, no!'

     `Well I had better try and get in contact with that human enterprise
called Guinness and tell them what I have achieved. Sable! Mink! Come in
here please,' and he paused and waited till the two girls came back into
the room.

     `Girls. Do you like having sex with me?'

     `Oh yes Milos,' they both answered in unison, one putting her hand up
to a breast and giving it a rub, the other one put her hand down between
her thighs and gave herself a rub.

     `Would you like to try someone different, like Mr Stew here?'

     `Oh yes please,' they both said again as they went and sat on either
arm of his chair and put an arm round his shoulder.

     `Mr Drake! No!' he protested as he shook off the two girls
arms. `It's...it's...a preposterous suggestion.'

     `Mr Slew, it's an offer of hospitality. You can fuck either one or the
other if you wish to spend the night here, or both if it comes to that,'
Milos said with a smile.

     `No! And the name is Blue, as in the colour,' he almost shouted.

     `Then it should be red going by the colour of your face. So you don't
want to fuck one of my two women.'

      `No! They're not...not...'

     `Human?'

     `Or wizards,' Mr Blue shouted. `Send them away, please, send them
away.'

     `Sorry girls. It'll just be me for tonight, now run along,' Milos told
them and took a sip of his drink to give Blue a chance to settle down and
compose himself.

     `What...how...oh bloody Merlin. How did you do it? It's...it's
incredible. You've created life! They're never going to believe me back at
the Ministry when I tell them this.'

     `Mr Blue, red or even fucking yellow,' said Milos standing up with his
wand in his hand. `I could do the most unspeakable things to you if I was
so inclined.'

     Blue was shrinking back into his chair for his wand was not easy to
get out to counter any attack that Milos might make, his eyes watering and
he really did have a frightened look.

     `But I won't, for I'm not that kind of wizard.' To which Blue gave out
a great exhalation of breath in relief. `No. I was exiled, yes. Exiled
without the means to speak or talk or even have any contact with people of
my own kind. So I made my own people. People, well women to be exact, who
would believe in me and what I could do and they have been given
minds. Minds to think and talk for themselves and I'm pleased to have seen
that they are still loyal and would do as I ask.'

     `That's dangerous talk Milos,' Blue said. `If what you have done is
correct, you could raise any number of bodies, for want of a better word to
do your bidding and that...that could lead to anarchy!'

     `Quirk? Did you just hear what Mr Blue said?' Milos asked.

     `Yes master,' he replied, being in the room the whole time.

     `Then if anything of such a nature should ever take place I want you
to tell the authorities that you would submit to a truth serum or spell to
repeat what he had just said to me for it would be the very last thing I
would ever do for I am quite happy here with my... women, and have no
desire whatsoever to try and raise an army as has been alleged. Do you
understand what I've just said?'

     `Yes master, completely, and if you want my opinion I...'

     `Yes Quirk,' Milos interrupted, `I think I know what that it is and it
had better be left unsaid in his presence. Suffice it to say that you
remember what has been said in this room. Now Mr Blue,' he said turning to
him. `You have taken a drink with me and refused the hospitality offered to
you for the night and have explained your unwarranted intrusion into my
life and have learned that I have coped quite well in my exile. With that,
you have performed the task assigned to you and so I will bid you good day
sir,' he finished as he stood up.

     Mr Blue was flustered at never having come across this sort of
confrontation before and quickly donned his bowler hat and made his hasty
farewells and fairly scuttled out of the front door that Quirk had opened
for him.

                                                           *