The Affairs of Wizards - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Birgit," said the wizard, "perhaps you should come in here now."

The thin connecting door to the next room slowly opened, to reveal a tall young woman in the same green uniform that Ania had worn. Her breathing was uneven, and she still held the small brush she had held ready for sweeping with, if found in the empty room. She looked in at the silk dress on the floor, and at Ania asleep with a mouthful of naked wizard. Her coppery face darkened.

"Checking out tomorrow, sir?" she said coldly. "I hope you have found the service satisfactory."

"You are angry."

"You have taken Ania's cherry, and you're off tomorrow without a care. What's she going to do? If there's really a baby coming?"

"Ania has taken my seed, by her own will."

"Didn't enjoy it, did you? Just an act of charity from a visiting sperm donor?"

"I took great pleasure in it, Birgit, as did you. Show me the brush you are holding."

She held it out, unwilling, and the handle glistened wet. He breathed in, and smiled at the scent of her.

"Hearing her -- excited like that... That's not the point! You got her all worked up, and gave her all that stuff about choice, and she decided in a hurry like she always does. Now she's pregnant -- all right, don't interrupt me, you pedantic old goat, from midnight she's pregnant -- and nobody to care about her."

"You do not care about her?"

"Of course I care about her. I care about Ania more than anything, and you have just wrecked her life. My best friend, just because you couldn't stick to reading this." She picked up The Journal of Thaumaturgical Topology and threw it behind him with a sound of tearing paper. "Bothers you when I do that? More than what's going to happen to her?"

"She is your good friend. And she is beautiful."

"Of course she is, though she never saw it, and the damn bellboys are too dumb to see it. They only care about big tits like I have. But I always knew a man would see it, some merchant, maybe, and she'd be off with him to raise babies and run a shop selling wool and linen. I never did anything to spoil that. You've spoiled it, haven't you, just for an evening's 'great pleasure in it'. And I never even told her how I wanted to touch her breasts."

"Then why," asked a dreamy voice, "don't you touch them now?"

Ania looked up at her with a peaceful smile. "Birgit, I'm going to have a baby."

"I know you are, you little... and who is going to look after you? When Madame Chorny dumps you in the street?"

"Ania, I think we should offer our visitor a little wine." He reached for the jug. "Shall I pour?"

She giggled, and then held very still as he filled her navel until the wine rose like a round, polished ruby above her skin. "That tickles," she said, and a drop escaped to flow down her sweat-soaked side. "Birgit, I can't move until you drink it."

Slowly, Birgit knelt beside her, and brought her lips to the surface of the wine. She gently sucked the top of it into her mouth, and with two long movements licked Ania's belly, leaving a wine-red heart on her coffee-cream flesh. She moved her lips higher and mouthed each nipple, holding it between her lips in silence until she drew them closed across it, and then moved her face to Ania's for an endless kiss, while the wizard stroked her hair. Eventually, she pulled away.

"Oh Ania, Ania, what is to become of you? He is going off to do whatever it is he does, and you cannot stay long in our cubicle upstairs. I cannot take care of you in this."

"Would you care for her," asked the wizard, "if you had a house?"

"Of course I...hey, what's the idea? One of those little houses for kept women, over beyond Temple Hill? She's your little mistress, when you care to come by, and I'm her maid? We visit with the other little pets, and keep out of the way when their fat-bellied friends come calling? I've had offers of that more than once in this hotel, and I'd rather sweep floors for ever."

"Your imagination paints vivid pictures, Birgit, but I would never think of you or her in that one. There is a picture, though, that you had her in already. On Bell Street, I think, the family Warend is trying to sell a linen and wool shop."

"On Bell Street? That must be -- they can't be selling that place -- it's..."

"They have had a shipwreck, and they must make choices. This choice is yours. Do you want that shop?"

"But surely that would cost, oh, I don't know, you can't be giving that just for getting into Ania's panties."

"I wasn't wearing any."

"And I am not giving anything for that. It was a gift between us. Such a shop would satisfy you as lore satisfies me. You would serve the people of this city, and you could pay me such return as seems reasonable to your merchant-family soul - no, I'm not spying on your mind, you walk like a merchant's daughter, allow me the perceptions of the ordinary man. I expect your family was destroyed by the sheeprot plague of ten years ago, so many wool merchants were. I am suggesting this because you belong in that shop."

"Like John Thomas belonged in me," said Ania dreamily.

"Ania! You will have to think of other things,soon enough. Sir, let us be serious. You are talking about a great deal of money."

"Money is not the most serious subject, to a wizard, except for the dangers in being careless with it. You can wreck the commerce of a whole city by turning lead into gold. There is no such problem in buying a shop with a cargo of what you are wearing."

"I am wearing... oh. Silk."

"You are wearing rather more than Ania was," said the wizard approvingly. "I think that is wise, with your build. But you will find it is all silk; only a trained eye can see the line at your hips. I rather fancy myself with textiles."

"You rather fancy yourself, altogether," said Birgit. "Trained eye!" She rocked back on her heels and started to laugh. "I think I like you, after all. You do seem to think of yourself as God the Father. But you did ask first, and Ania got more of a bang out it than the Virgin Mary. Very well. The shop in Bell Street. We will pay you eight per cent per annum, interest, paying off the principal as we can."

"And whenever you are in the city," said Ania, "unless you prefer This Great Hotel, a bed for the night."

"A bed for the night?" said Birgit. "Well, accomodation is a fair item of trade, I suppose. It is then no part if the contract if we decide, maybe to save on sheets, to give you --"

"---*our* bed for the night," said Ania. She sat up and leaned against the wizard, holding her legs tightly together. "Good, I don't seem to be leaking. Oh, except there," as the last few drops of wine rolled down to join the other liquids that had matted her hair to a flat,fragrant mass. "That doesn't matter."

"You really do want a baby?" Birgit asked her, "and you want..."

"To keep a shop? And live with you? John Thomas is wonderful," she reached across and held him, stroking gently with her thumb as she continued talking, "but I couldn't live comfortably with anybody but you. A big, hard, wise person like this is more of a teacher."

"Hard," said Birgit, prodding him in the belly, "huh. I never knew a man that was hard there if he didn't get the chance to stiffen his muscles first, and I never knew a man that didn't do that. Thought so," she said, prodding him again. "Stiff as a board, now. Men!"

"Well, I like him, there too, and the best way to feel it is with your own tummy," said Ania, "but it's not really such an interesting body as yours. I always thought your breasts were the shape breasts are supposed to be, I didn't feel I *had* breasts at all, really, until... anyway, I do now, but I still think yours are nicer. Come and sit here." She made a space between herself and the wizard.

Birgit sat down between them, with Ania's small right arm around her, under the ribs. "I don't think I can quite reach that one," said Ania, straining around to touch the nipple, "maybe you'd better lie down," and pulled her sideways to lie across her lap, her head pillowed by the end of the chaise lounge. Trying to wriggle into a more comfortable position, she found her knees across the wizard's lap.

"They're firm, your breasts, aren't they?" said Ania, running her hands smoothly over them. "I always thought they would be, not like Madame Chorny's. Or are they just being held firmly? It's not really fair, you wearing all these clothes when we're not." She pulled the silk dress up over Birgit's knees, with a slippery sound as they dragged against the wizard's legs. "Raise your hips a little." and gathered it up around the waist.

"This morning I put on respectable white cotton drawers," said Birgit, "not black lace nothing-very-much."

"With your red-brown skin," said the wizard, "I thought black would look nice."

"And you were expecting to look, of course."

"And it does look nice, doesn't it?" said Ania, "Upsy-daisy," and lifted Birgit's back to slip the dress up to her shoulders. "Peel it off, so it won't get crumpled. Now, what else are you wearing?" The breasts were held by a fine web of silk, exactly shaped to her, gossamer thin where it reached behind her, changing gradually from a red gauze invisible against her skin to fine firm silken cloth over the nipples, as black as the pupils of her eyes.

Birgit looked down at it, and watched Ania's slim fingers rub against the silk. "You do fancy yourself in textiles, don't you?" she said. "How does this thing undo? If I know men..." She fumbled for a moment between her breasts. "At the front. Of course." She freed the fastening, but the web still cupped each breast, pulling them slightly outward. Ania peeled it off the one nearest her own breasts, and the end slipped down into her lap.

"Now I can feel one of each. This one's a little softer now, even with the silk still on, because it's not being pulled. But even this one, without anything, stays so round, and so strong."

"They droop a bit when I'm standing," said Birgit, "as Mr. Textile here implied. He obviously knows tits like he knows cloth. No, don't stop doing that."  Ania's hand went back to running over belly and breasts, as her own right hand moved behind Ania's back and up and down the spine. "And no wizards sitting idle, either."

He began to slide his right hand from her ankle to her thigh, and cupped his left with a soft pressure over the black silk between her legs. She pushed against his hand, rubbing her shoulder blades against Ania's lap, and her breath came faster. She lay there contented, her eyes shut, while four hands moved over her body.

"What's at the back of my knee? John Thomas standing tall again?" She tautened her leg muscles to trap the end of him for a moment. "You be careful with that thing. Don't think every woman just wants a baby."

"Your latest seed passed your womb five days ago," he said, "it is three weeks since you bled. You cannot start a child before Michaelmas."

"And I'm not planning to start one then." She moved her legs up his lap, to trap him between her knees with a rolling motion. "If you just let it into the air, how high does it go?"

"That depends on how I am aroused. With you here, and Ania beside me, doing that to you, and if you do *that with your knees much longer, it will reach the ceiling with no magical help." He slipped a finger under the black lace, and began to run it up and down her furrow, just inside her. "Your own arousal makes sure of mine."

"Feeling mine with your fancy magic? Peeping Thomas?"

"I see it in the swelling of your lips and nipples, I smell it in the juice you are pouring over my fingers, I feel it in the firmness of you in here," he reached a second finger under the lace, and tweaked the flesh between her lips, "this is much older than magic."

"Keep doing that. Keep doing it." She reached down and unfastened the lace at her hip. "I knew it would open that way... Put your fingers inside me. Inside."

Ania reached with her left hand to hold the wizard's left. Laying her forefinger along his, she pushed both into Birgit, rubbing against each other flesh around them. Her knuckles, where her other fingers wrapped around his larger hand, kneaded and pressed above the opening. Her left hand still moved over throat, breasts, and belly; his right, from ankle to thigh.

Birgit's legs began to move jerkily.

"Birgit, I don't think we should treat John Thomas like that. He likes to be held. Grasped and supported, not banged by your knees. I want to put him in here," and she pulled her forefinger a little apart from the wizard's, stretching Birgit's opening from inside. A spasm of its muscles pulled them back together, squeezed bone against bone. "Turn over, Birgit."

Birgit rolled over towards them, raising herself from the space between their laps and shifting onto his legs. Ania spread her open with her right hand, grasped the trembling stiffness of the wizard with the other, and brought them together. Once the tip was inside, her left hand pulled behind Birgit's legs, so that the rolling finished with a smooth slide onto him and Birgit's head on her own lap, which Birgit pushed apart, bringing her mouth to Ania's mound. Joined through Birgit and in a kiss, gold hands meeting pale pale brown as they roved across her coppery back or reached between her legs to hold her and to stroke her, six hips jerking together, Ania and the wizard felt her body's release and subsided, gasping, with her.

"I hope you were right about Michaelmas," she said, sitting in a cuddle between them. "I have a shop to organise, and this one to look after." She patted Ania's stomach.

"Oh, Birgit, I'm going to have a baby. A wizardly baby."

"I know, sweeting. And what a magic toddler can do to a well-run household, I can't wait to find out. I just hope *I'm* not going to have one for a while."

"You need not fear my seed. I interrupted time for it." He slipped two golden fingers inside her, and pulled out a thick, uneven, pearly-grey thread. "It is all here, and cannot wake except where it can make a child. If ever you want my baby, use it when your body is fertile. Put it back inside you and give your body pleasure -- I am sure Ania will help. It will turn again to liquid, and find your own seed."

"Oh Birgit, sometime... I want to put his child in you, I want to suck your milk, I want a little brother for my own baby. Please, Birgit?"

"Sometime, Ania. When you're ready to run the shop for a while. But how can we recognise a fertile time?"

See," said the wizard, putting the thread against Ania where the well-sucked cleft still stood a little open, "Ania has a fertile seed, not yet touched." The thread twitched, like a cat dreaming in its sleep. He moved it to Birgit; even with an end inside her, it lay still.

"As I told you, you cannot make a child now. When your body is ready, this will know."

"Ania said a brother. Can you tell?"

"No. I can tell only at the moment of choice, and this choice is not yet. With Ania, I knew the time, and who will be close by when my seed meets hers, in here." He placed his hand over her belly, and Birgit put hers over his.

"You will both be close by," said Ania, "it is close to midnight now. Did you know she would be here?"

"I felt her love and her anger around you, soon after you came in."

"You knew she would join us like this?"

"I could sense what would flow from your choice. If it had meant your abandonment on the streets, do you think *I* could have chosen to do what we did?"

"Of course not," said Birgit. "You are the Lord of the Good Guys, aren't you? That's in the past, now, the present is that Ania is just about to conceive. How are we going to celebrate?"

"What do you mean?" said Ania.

"Well, I think we should mark the moment. Can you tell us exactly when it happens?"

"The feelings of the seeds are tiny, but intense at that moment. I can pass them through all of us."

"Well, there's an idea I want to try: you lean well back. Ania, get on his lap, no, right against his slightly soft stomach, lean right back. That's nice, John Thomas is sitting up between your legs." She reached out a hand to cradle the hairy mass just beneath. "Good little boy, sit up straight."

"I can't get him in, at this angle."

"You're not supposed to. Raise your right leg a bit." Birgit climbed on to the wizard's knees, slipped her own left leg under it, and passed her right over Ania's left, around behind him. Ania felt gravity lessen its hold on her a little, as the wizard reduced the strain on his lap.

"Now, he's nicely between us, you see?" Birgit pulled open her mound to wrap the lips around one side of him, then did the same for Ania's on the other. "He's wrapped in flesh, now, isn't he?" she said as she pressed their bodies together. "Not all parched and stretched and lonely?"

"Birgit," said the wizard, "your mind is as fertile as Ania's body. John Thomas feels cherished."

"Good, put your magic hands around her there, I'm sure it will be good for her milk when the need comes. Oh, you'll have big tits then, Ania, I can see it. And hold up mine with *your* hands, yes, go on doing that. Try nibbling on his ear -- that made John Thomas twitch. Look at the darling tip of him, nestling between us and barely peeking out! Makes me feel quite sentimental. Now, I'll put my hands around your waist, where it's all going to happen, and I'll stop talking, so we can feel it."

They moved gently against each other. The friction of their skins pulled on the tension they felt, as the distance narrowed between invisible things that yearned for each other so entirely that the ordinary love and lust of a grown body seemed like casual liking. Ania moaned with pleasure, feeling the two lovers outside her body, the two longings inside it, closer and closer, groins pressed close and grinding each other and the flesh between them, until the seeds met and hips thrust against each other like fighting rams, juices washing over a member that thrummed with the flow of its own.

"I can *feel* I'm pregnant now," said Ania, when they were able to speak again. "He was quite right, it was midnight."

"Oh, he's always right," said Birgit, "about everything. Look." She pointed upwards. "He did hit the ceiling."

The End

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