Wild Sorcery - Chapter 24

Chapter 24

The Stone Sorcerer

The Malformed Ones. They have spines instead of hair. They have dark-colored eyes. They can adsorb traits of others. They are exceptionally good at divine magic. Their gods are said to be dead or have fled this world. They barely controled their poor lands on the edge of the Forbidden Swamp.

They were terrorized, I learned, by an evil wizard who turned women to stone by fucking them. He forced the Malformed Ones to serve him, so they came and appealed to me to slay him. Apparently they heard of a mighty warrior-woman and thought I would be amenable to their appeal.

I tried to tell them that I was not very much interested in such adventures and derring-do, being as I was, seeking some way to return to my former shape. But their high priest convinced me to come and meet with their god, the God of Summer.

Their God lived secretively away from his worshippers, deep in the caverns that wound deep into the Goldspur mountains. Once these caverns had been rich gold mines in which the Malformed Ones had been forced to labor by their creators, the Sorcerer Lords. But when the gold played out, the Sorcerers abandoned them to their own devices. Then they had been found by he who was now their God. He proclaimed that a great destiny awaited them, yet they know not what it is.

Their High Priest led me deep through the winding caves deeper and deeper into the earth, until I began to worry that I would never see the light of day again. But before I could ask, the High Priest suddenly stopped beside a narrow opening.

He lowered the lanthorn he carred to the floor and turned to me. “He lies within,” he lisped softly, then turned and shambled away into the darkness.

I had never seen a God of Summer, and so was somewhat surprised when I stepped through the narrow doorwy into a barely less-narrow rough-hewn chamber to find him sitting casually within. He took the form of a young man, but with many traits of a bird. He was broad-shouldered, with almond-shaped vermillion eyes and a crest of peach-colored feathers sprouting from his head. He wore simple sturdy clothes like any shopkeeper, and a man-catcher lay at his side, ready to hand.

He glanced up at my entrance and smiled at me. “Welcome!” he said cheerfully. “I hope your journey was easy?”

“Fairly,” I said shortly.

“Good!” he grabbed his mancatcher and stood to his feet. “Well, you seem not to desire further pleasantries, so I suppose we should go straight to business.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “Tell me, what is it you want of me?”

“I wish you to slay the Stone Sorcerer,” he replied.

I sighed and shook my head. “I am sorry, but I can not see myself able to do that for you. The last time I set out to slay a sorcerer was, well..."

He nodded understandingly. “Yes, I know something of you, and of your adventures. But what if I could offer you that which you so desire?”

“Do you mean you can return me to my true form?” I asked, my heart thudding in my breast.

“Yes,” he said. “I can not truly break your curse - magic and miracles are different things - but I can give unto you a blessing that you should return to your true form.”

“And you will do this for me, if I slay this sorcerer for you?” I asked.

He nodded “I warn you, though” he added. “My powers wax and wane with the seasons, so as my power wanes, so the curse’s power will wax.”

“What are you saying?” I demanded. “That your blessing will leave? Banishing my curse would be temporary?”

“Well, no,” he said quickly. “My blessing will remain forever, but -”

“Then I am not worried,” I overrode him, the prospect of finally returning to my old form foremost in my mind. “Just tell me the way to this evil wizard.”

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It was a very unsettling experience, learning the way to the Stone Sorcerer. I learned that the God of the Malformed Ones can impart knowledge to those he wishes to enlighten. He had stared deeply into my eyes, pouring the knowledge down into me, into my mind.

A fair while later, I strode along a path through the Downs Woods leading into the Greyiron Swamp where the Stone Sorcerer made his lair. I walked along cautiously, for the swamps are ever dangerous places, but I was not afraid of losing my way, for the god of the Malformed Ones had given me knowledge of the pathways through the Greyiron Swamps. And knowledge too, of where the Stone Sorcerer made his lair. I was nearly there when I stopped, instincts afire and I reached for my axe.

Aman stepped out from the bushes, a crossbow in hand. “What do you want?’ he demanded.

I  could not help but think of a sphinx, staring at him. His almond-shaped eyes were the color of chocolate. He has long, spiky, amethyst hair which reminded me of a sea urchin. His physical form was sleek. He had a pointed nose and long-fingered hands. There was an air of ancient mystery about him, as if he held secrets awaiting only the right person to unlock.

“What do you want?” he repeated his demand.

I was momentarily at a loss: I had not thought that he would question me or given any thought to what I should say. “I seek the Stone Sorcerer,” I  replied

He was surprised by the honest answer, though not much more so than I. “Why?” he asked.

“Because he is said to be powerful,” I replied. “Supremely powerful.”

He hesitated. “That he is,” he said warily.

“And power,” I said, idly shifting my pose so my breasts and hips were more prominent. “Has it’s own attraction.”

“Does it?” he asked  doubtfully.

“It does,” I assured him.

He looked me over, then finally, he smiled. “Well, then,” he said. “You will be glad to know that I am Grado Reece, the Stone Sorcerer!”

“No!” I gasped in mock surprise; among other things the God of the Malformed Ones had given to me, was to know what the Stone Sorcerer looked like. “Are you truly he?”

He looked me over once more, then turned away, his crossbow still held ready. “Follow me,” he said.

I followed him through the swamp trail to a place where it opened out into a grove of trees in the midst of which was a wide clearing. Within stood and knelt and lay, as if perfectly-carved statues, stone women. Each and every one in a lewd pose as if struck to stone in the act of sex.

“These are my sluts,” he said, waving an expansive hand over the statues. “Every one of them were mine. I had them, and they still are mine. Forever.”

I could not help but roll my eyes at his pretentious speech. I leaned against one of the female statues. “So,” I said. “How did you turn them all to stone?”

I heard a noise, little more than a soft hiss come from the statue: “Pleassss, help usss.”

Instead of answering, the Stone Sorcerer turned away. “Follow me,” he said.

I obeyed, following him through the grove to another open area.

“What-” I started to say, but he turned and struck me, then all went black.

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I awoke laying on my back against a tree with him standing over me.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” he snapped. “Do you think I don’t know a heroine when I see one?!”

He tied my hands together above my head and to the tree. More ropes tied to my knees and raised into the tree above, spreading my legs open. I was naked, and my pussy was exposed between my spread legs.

He threw off his tunic and scrambled out of his breeches, revealing his long, half-erect cock. “You want to know how I turned them all to stone? Well it’s very simple!” he laughed. “Any woman I fuck turns to stone when she climaxes!” He plunged his cock into my open pussy, wrenching a cry from my gagged lips. “Let’s see how long you can stand it!” he said with a leer.

He fucked me, then. I moaned helplessly as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into me. I struggled against him and the ropes and the fire of lust blazing up in me: he saw it in my eyes.

“You’re mine!” he snarled.

Then I rememebred something, something the wizard had told me. I smiled past my gag at him and thrust into his thrusts, driving him even deeper into me.

He was almost taken aback as I fucked him, moaning with lust and pleasure as we fucked. Pleasure mounted in me like a wave, then came crashing down as he climaxed, spurting within me; I cried out, shuddering in orgasm at the feeling of mystical powers flowing over me as his curse fought my curse.

The Stone Sorcerer stepped back, pulling his cock from me and watched. The grin on his face showed that he was expecting me to turn to stone. But though I shuddered and moaned, no such change came. After a moment, his grin vanished.

He jumped forward and grabbed my by the throat. “Why aren’t you turning?” he demanded.

I twisted under him, and I worked a little slack into the ropes about my wrists. “I have power, too,” I said, than spat in his eye.

He fell back with a cry, rubbing at his eye, and I ripped my hands free. I jumped to my feet. He regained his sight just in time to see me leap at him, hands outstretched. I knocked him sprawling, punching and tearing at his naked body. I felt a new fire rise up in me, but this one of anger, not lust.

I kneed him in the groin, then stood and kicked him in the belly. “I’ve got you!” I spat.

He rolled over away from me and clutched an amulet in his fist. He whispered something, then vanished.

For a moment I could not believe he was gone, then I kicked at the empty air where he had been. “DAMMIT!” I screamed.

Continued in Chapter 25

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