Sorcerer's Apprentice

Sorcerer's Apprentice

Brin looked out of the tower window, gazing out at the lush trees of the forest. The air was warm, its breezes scented with the sweetness of wildflowers. With a grunt of unhappiness, Brin turned back into the room. His undivided attention was needed for the task at hand. He gripped the handle tightly in his hands, and began to move it slowly back And forth. His movement picked up speed as he deftly made his way about the room. In five years as the Wizard Valin's apprentice he had been trusted with this most important task.

After a few scant minutes Brin threw the instrument to the floor. Five years as an apprentice, and all he was trusted to do was sweep the floor. Brin looked about the tower, surveying the books and items that lined the cluttered shelves. There were beakers and chemicals scattered about most of the tables, with even more books piled beneath them. How was he supposed to clean this place? Brin cursed to himself. That damn wizard was the dirtiest person he had ever seen.

At eighteen years of age, Brin had watched all of his friends become adults. They were all secured in trades, and most were even married. Brin was eighteen years of age, and had nothing to show for it. He remembered how he had been chosen to be the old man's apprentice. He had been thirteen at the time, and so proud of his new craft. To be a sorcerer meant to be wealthy, wise, and needed by the community. Brin had pictured himself eventually becoming a very rich and famous man. He had made a great show of his newly acquired status, rubbing his friends nose it whenever possible. He quickly learned that being this wizard's apprentice was no walk in the sun.

Brin had found quickly that the title 'Apprentice' actually stood for slave. He did every demeaning chore that the old man would tell him, with the hope of learning magic. Brin had not learned much. After five years, the only thing that the old man taught him was how to read. Even then, the wizard was hard on him, forcing him to learn under the threat of punishment. Once he learned to read, he found that the wizard's reasons had nothing to do with magic. His only reason in teaching Brin to read was to give him the ability to organize the many magic books. Brin glanced down at his hand, frowning at the ugly black ring twisted about his finger. The wizard had given it to him on the first day of his service. He thought it ugly then, but was grateful for any gift.

The ring was strange, once Brin put it on, he couldn't remove it. Even then, he looked at it as something magical, therefore it must be valuable. Brin was happy with the ring until the day the wizard used it. Brin had not spent too much time in town, and had returned late with the supplies. The old man was furious, and let loose his anger on the boy. At the wizards command, the ring tightened about Brin's finger, and a burning agony crept up his hand. The boy yelled in agony before the ring returned to normal. After that, Brin tried to stay out of trouble, and rarely succeeded.

At one time, Brin tried to run away, but as he reached the outskirts of the town, the ring tightened. He hoped that distance would dull the rings enchantment, but it didn't. He spent two long hours of pain, crawling back to the wizard's tower. The ring was what kept him in bondage, it was the ring he loathed the most. Brin huffed, He would rid himself of the ring very soon.

Brin started as he heard the slam of the towers lower door. He quickly picked up his broom and resumed sweeping. He had just finished when the old man walked through the chamber door.

The wizard was unkempt to say the least. His gray hair was long and snarled, its many knots tied about twigs and other foreign objects. His once fine robe, which had been a vivid blue, was colorless and spotted with various specks of filth. The old man glanced about the room, then dumped the parcels he carried onto the floor.

"Get these put away boy, and hurry up!" he yelled

Brin quickly put the items away, then went about the room, making sure that the shelves were in order. He watched the old man and was pleased when he saw the items that the man was setting upon the tables. The items were instruments that were used to summon demons, and Brin new that his opportunity was at hand.

"I have work to do boy, get out of here and prepare my evening meal." the sorcerer growled.

Brin suppressed a reply, and quickly left the room. He bounded down the stairs with vigor, and began to round up food for the evening meal. He quickly chopped both meat and vegetables, finally depositing them in a large pot hanging in the hearth. Once the stew had began cooking, he quickly made his way back up the tower stairs.

Brin quietly knelt next to the chamber door, praying that he had not missed what he so needed to hear. He peaked through the small crack in the door and watched the old man begin his work. His patience was soon rewarded as the old man began to chant. Brin closed his eyes, and blocked out everything but the sound of the old man's voice.

"...I command You to come into this world of light..." the voice muttered

":..In the name of the light, I command thee... Lizzabareth!"

Brin almost yelled his excitement into the air. He now knew the name of the Master's demon! The old man would pay for what he had done to him, and pay dearly. Brin grinned and crept back down the stairs, his mind making plans for the next day.

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The old man left early the next morning. He was traveling to a nearby town to purchase herbs that he didn't trust Brin to buy. He would be gone for many hours, leaving Brin the chance to put his plan into action. Brin had spent many evening reading through the library of the old mage. Many things were useless to his present situation, but he hatched a plan late one night. He had heard voices in the Master's room, but when he entered, the old man was alone. As he cleaned, he came upon a tome that had been left out. The book was about the summoning of demons, and it caught Brin's attention. He read the book whenever he could, and learned much. With that knowledge, he found a way to undo the wizard.

Demons are vain creatures, and hate any confinement. To be confined by a human is the worst thing that could be done to them. A wizard must know the name of the demon in order to summon it, but must also have a personal object of the demon, or the demon will become uncontrollable. Through his cleaning, Brin had found the personal item of the demon that his master summoned, and with the knowledge of the name, he would be able to summon the demon himself.

Brin carefully drew a circle of chalk on the chamber floor, then lit candles at four points of the room. Once all the preparations were made, he began the chant that he had memorized. He finished the chant, speaking the name of the demon.

"...Lizzabareth!"

Brin waited, his hopes fading as nothing happened. He was sure that he had followed all of the correct steps, and had began to repeat the words when the circle began to shimmer. Brin watched in amazement as the floor within the circle turned an inky black, the chalk lines seeming to keep the darkness at bay. He waited with held breath as the thing began to emerge, two slender white hands thrusting from the dark.

The book had prepared him for a demon's appearance, but it did not prepare him for this demon. From the darkness, emerged the most luscious creature that Brin had ever seen. Her hair was long and black, allowing only the smallest glimpse of the small ivory horns on her head. Small wings fluttered impatiently she looked at him. Brin was taken off guard, and stood stunned.

Her arms were crossed beneath her ample breasts, her voice coming in a soft hiss.

"You are not the damned Valin. Who are You, and why do You summon me?" she said.

Brin kept his distance from the circle, and managed to speak.

"My name is Brin. I am Valin's apprentice. I have an offer to make you," he said timidly.

The demon looked at him dubiously.

"What can You offer me? You are not even a sorcerer. You are merely a lackey," she laughed.

Brin didn't like being called a lackey, and her tone helped him to quickly find his nerve. He began to walk around the circle, appraising her fine form.

"I wish to leave Valin's service, but unfortunately, I can't. I need you to help me remove this ring." he said, holding up his hand.

"That's fine, but what can you give me?" The demon countered.

"Well, here is my offer," he said. "I know that Valin has something of yours, that is how he controls you. I will give you that item if you can remove this ring."

The demon thought it over.

"How do I know that you have the item?" she asked

Brin knew that she was clever, she had been careful not to reveal what the item was.

"I know that it's a small red globe, and I know exactly where it's at. If you help me, then you can have it," He said.

The demon's wings flapped excitedly as she thought over his proposal.

"Very well, I will help you, but you will regret it eternally if you try to trick me, human," she said finally.

One thing that had stuck out from the summoning book, was the matter involving a demon's honor. Demons, while they were damned creatures, would stick to their word if they were forced to give it. Brin was going to make sure she gave her word.

"First of all, I want your word that you will not try and harm me once we make our exchange," he said to her.

"Fine, I won't... hurt you at all," she said with a grin.

Brin gave it a final thought, then stepped toward the circle. He took a deep breath, then brushed his foot across the chalk circle. Once the circle was broken, the demon was free. Brin backed away slightly, not too sure on whether the book had been accurate on the word of a demon. He flinched slightly as she took his hand, a heat quickly spreading up his arm. Brin watched her, and smiled as she drew the ring from his finger. The ring hissed in the air, and turned to vapor.

The demon's smiled faded as she looked into Brin's eyes.

"Now, I have done what was required of me... where is my orb?" she asked.

Brin turned and walked over to one of the bookcases. He pulled one of the books out, revealing a small compartment inside the shelf. Taking a knife from his pocket, he pried the door to the compartment open, revealing the orb. Brin grinned, the old man didn't give him any credit. He had never tried to put a spell on the compartment, he thought himself quite safe.

At the sight of the orb, the demon stepped up behind Brin. He could feel the heat of her body, and turned around quickly. The hungry look in her eyes prompted him to give her the orb immediately.

The demon took the orb, rolling it slowly between her hands, almost savoring the feeling. Brin watched as the globe dissolved, it's red essence melting into her. A pink flush spread from her hands, down her arms, then through her body, her body undulating like a snake. The demon moaned, and fell forward against Brin, pinning him against the bookshelf. Brin was startled, and very aware of her nakedness.

"Ummm... are... you alright?" he said nervously.

The demon snuggled her head against his shoulder, her tongue flicking against his neck. Brin tried to move, but she had him firmly pinned.

"Hey! We had a deal. You gave your word," he said.

The demon pulled away slightly, smiling. Brin was lost, she had a gleam in her eye, but he could not make out what it meant. The demon's hand ran up his leg, causing Brin to shiver as she gave his cock a squeeze.

"That damn sorcerer had captured my essence. Without it, I was not a whole creature, I could not enjoy the pleasures that I craved so much. Now that I am whole again, I will have my fill," she said quietly

Her words, and her hunger opened up Brin's mind. He knew why she was different, why she had such a body. He thought back to what he had read, back to the descriptions of the varied types of demons. The demon was a succubus. These creatures existed for sex, it was how they fed, what they lived for. He had returned that hunger to her, and he was the only man around.

"Well, uh... uh, I won't keep you," Brin stammered.

The demon smiled at him as her hand rubbed his stiffening cock.

"Noooo...you released me from that filthy man's service, and now I think I should pay you back," she said.

Her free hand roamed down Brin's side, as she slowly sank to her knees. She sat on her knees, gazing up at Brin with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Brin could only watch as she easily broke the rope that fastened his pants, letting them drop to the floor. The demon licked her lips as his hard cock sprang into view, her hand quickly wrapping around it.

"Mmmm... it's a shame that something as good as this was going to waste," she cooed.

Brin watched dumbly as she brought her mouth to his cock. She pressed her nose against his manhood, deeply inhaling his scent. Shivers spread through his body as she moaned her approval. Her tongue began to dart about him, licking and lathing him with wet kisses. Brin was in heaven as her tongue began to snake about his cock. He shook as she began to slowly ease her mouth over his cock, drawing him slowly into her wet mouth. Brin found his knees weakening, and steadied himself by holding her head.

His fingers slipped through her silken hair as her hands cupped his ass, drawing him forcefully into her mouth. Brin's whole body seemed to tighten as he was drawn into her. He moved his hips, driving his cock into the demon's throat, eliciting a groan of approval from her. Brin thought he would explode as her mouth closed around him. His muscles bunched as his climax shook through him. Brin was lost as he spewed his seed deep down her throat. His cock continued to pulse and erupt as she slid it from her throat. She held his cock barely in her mouth as it throbbed again, and another strand of cum coated her tongue.

Brin felt like a rag doll as his climax subsided, sweat running like water down his face. He slumped back against the bookcase, his softening cock popping free from the demon's lips. Brin watched her through lidded eyes as she sat down on the floor. She laid back, beckoning to him. Brin knelt down, his eyes wandering to the pink flesh between her legs. He could see the thin trickle of juice that flowed from her petals, her thighs shiny. The demon smiled wickedly, as she took his hand, and drew down between her legs.

Brin let her pull him, the scent from her pussy invading his senses. His cock began to regain its vigor as his cheek laid against her thigh, his face becoming wet with her juices. He inhaled deeply, intoxicated by her smell, and stared at her pussy.

"Mmmm... I hope you like what you see," she said to him.

Brin couldn't reply, he was almost entranced. He moved closer, his tongue sliding out, and gliding against her slick flesh. His breath was labored as he tasted her, his tongue pushing between her lips. His mouth became awash with her flavor, as her wentess slid down his tongue. Brin pressed his lips against her, driving his tongue into her, licking her sticky walls.

The demon growled and thrust her hips against him, coating his face with her sticky fluids. She bucked and wriggled as his tongue probed inside of her. Brin's excitement had reached a fevered pitch, his cock was throbbing once again. The demon's charms spurred him further, filling him with a hunger he had never known. He licked and probed her further, his lips working against her swollen clit. The demon growled as she climaxed, a splash of her cream spurting from between her lips. Brin was startled, but swallowed quickly, catching her sticky cum in his mouth. When she was done, Brin was soaked in her cream, her tangy juices glistening upon his mouth and chin.

Brin continued to lick her pussy, swallowing as much of her juices that he could. The demon watched him as her hunger began to increase again.

"Hmmm, You lick pussy like a demon," she said, her tongue running against her lips.

Brin could only smile as she sat forward, pushing him over onto his back. He watched her as she straddled his hips, his cock riding between her legs. She rocked her hips forward, her cunt sliding against his cock. The her amusement, Brin struggled, trying to thrust into her.

"My, my, we are impatient..." she said

Brin's chest was heaving, his cock felt like it was splitting apart. The demon giggled, and ripped his shirt open, her hands sliding around his chest. He hissed as her nails scratched trails into his skin. The demon rocked forward and wiggled, lodging his cock between the lips of her wet cunt.

Brin tried to thrust up into her, but she held him just inside, offering only a sample of what he wanted. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as she slowly lowered her wet pussy down onto his cock. His frustration only enhanced his pleasure, as she slowly engulfed him.

The demon sighed as she sat full upon his cock, her muscles rippling around him. She smiled at him, and rose slightly, letting his cock almost free. Before he could protest, she slammed back down, taking his cock into her, hard and fast. Brin groaned as she began to move up and down, her cunt feeling like hot honey around his shaft.

His hands were drawn to her breasts, which bounced like globes of water. The demon thrust up and down, squeezing every inch of Brin's cock. She was in ecstasy, totally overcome with the pleasures that she had been denied for so long.

Brin found himself on the brink of another orgasm, and groaned loudly as he deposited deep into the demon's hot core. Brin's arms fell to his sides in exhaustion, yet the demon kept his softening cock deep inside of her. Brin felt spent, but to his amazement found his cock becoming hard again. Within minutes he felt her cunt ripple and spasm around him, as the demon climaxed again, her cum spilling out and splashing against his legs. His cock was bathed in her cream as she continued to grind against his cock, her movements becoming savage and demanding.

Brin screamed aloud as she drew another orgasm from him. He was sure he had nothing left, but she would not stop. His body was rocked with continuous waves of pleasure, so intense that they bordered on pain. Brin lost all track of time, as he rode what seemed to be one continuous orgasm. The demon continued to climax as well and didn't stop until Brin had slipped into merciful unconsciousness.

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Brin awoke to a sore stiffness in his back, and a dull throbbing in his thighs. It was long time before he gathered the strength to open his eyes and look about. He stood slowly, wincing at his sore muscles. The moon shone dimly through the tower window, and Brin stumbled over a pile of clothing as he searched for a lantern.

Once the lantern was lit, He found the pile of clothing. It was the old sorceror's clothing, heaped in a pile. His hat, robes, shoes, even the necklace he wore about his neck. Brin picked up the robes, and almost dropped them, as stream of dust filtered through the dirty garment. He looked at the dust and smiled. The demon must have killed the old man, and that left him more than free, it left him as owner of the tower.

Without the old man using him as a slave, he could study the books and become a sorceror. He would be rich and famous. Brin decided that he had enough time for study later, and tiredly drew himself a hot bath. He soaked in the water for hours, then headed for bed. The old wizard never used his bedroom, and for the first time in years, Brin was going to sleep in the soft warmness of a bed.

Brin almost dropped his lantern as he opened the bedroom door. Laying upon the bed, in all her naked splendor, was the demon.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to get here," she said with a smile.

"I was just a bit tired," he replied sarcastically

"What did you do to Valin?" he asked as he climbed onto the soft bed.

Her nakedness was already effecting him, his cock rising between his legs. The demon chuckled, moving closer to him.

"I gave him what he deserved. He denied my pleasure for so long, I wanted him to see what I was missing," she said with a wicked smile.

Brin looked at her, his eyes going wide.

"Sooo... you..." he began.

"Yes, I fucked him until he couldn't take anymore. He was a rotten old goat. Usually they just die, he actually dried up and turned to dust," she said in a serious tone.

Brin caught himself, his hand was running slowly up her thigh.

"So... why did you stay?" he asked her, his mind keenly aware of her nipples, and how red they were.

She gave him that wicked look again and leapt on him, knocking him backwards. Her little wings fluttered about rapidly as she ran her hands against his chest.

"This is a comfortable place, and since I am free to roam, I need a place to stay. Not to mention that you have quite a bit of energy, and I have strong needs that you seem more than willing to feed," she said, her mouth dipping low to nibble his ear.

This wasn't what Brin had planned, but he was not complaining. He now had coin and his freedom. The addition of a sex hungry succubus was the best part of the deal. After long years of servitude, he was finally getting what he deserved.

All thoughts were pushed from his head as his cock slid into her. She grinned as she rode him, her nails playing against his chest. Brin closed his eyes as he felt the first tingle of his orgasm. He sighed as the waves ran through his body, the had a disturbing thought.

"When do sleep?" he asked her, his eyes coming open.

Her wicked look told him all he needed to know.

"I don't need much sleep, usually only a few hours a night," she cooed

"We can make love all day, and all night," she said, her thrusts increasing.

Brin closed his eyes again. All day, and all night? Only one word came to his mind.

'Fuck.'

The End

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