Lust Magick (Box Set)
by Willa Okati
eBook ISBN: 07065-02276
To win dominance, a Novice must win the challenge against his or her chosen Master — or Mistress — but it isn’t as easy as wishing. Victory demands skill, desire, and willpower. Do they have what it takes?
Publisher’s Note: This collection contains the previously released novellas Lust Magick, Love Magick, and Sex Magick.
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“Harder,” Tomnas begged as he writhed face down upon the battered mattress. “Oh, God, go harder. Pound into me. I can take it, Pedri. Give it to me good. Please, I’ll do anything you say, just… God, yes, just like that…”
Pedri grinned savagely to himself as he gripped his friend’s arms, pushing him further down into the nest of blankets they’d gathered together. He slid in and out of Tomnas’ ass on a slippery coating of the finest lube he’d been able to buy for his money, slick as virgin oil and fragrant as a fresh coconut. “Take it easy,” he whispered, butting his chin between Tomnas’ shoulder blades. “We’ve got all night if we want.”
“Won’t last all night,” Tomnas gasped. He humped the mattress as if it were a warm and willing body, its legs spread for him. “Will you?”
“In this sweet ass? Hell no.” Pedri gripped the sides of Tomnas’ hips and pushed him down as he fucked inward, loving the way the man’s channel gripped and held him better than any hand, or in days so long ago they’d almost been forgotten, any pussy, he’d ever known.
In the four years of their training as Apprentice Magi, Pedri and Tomnas had been inseparable, and for the most part that meant they slept in the same bed every night. Quite often, they did more than sleep, keeping their nearby dorm-mates up until near dawn.
Fuck, but those were some good times. Pedri worked his fingers, gripping and flexing them on Tomnas’ tightly muscled flanks, pushing them both toward the final peak. He wanted them to come at the same time, to make the occasion even more special.
This would be the last time they’d have sex with each other — for years, if not forever.
Pedri blew a lock of corn-colored blond hair out of his eyes and buried his face in Tomnas’ back, hips undulating back and forth with no mercy, going with the pace Tomnas set rubbing against the mattress. “Hold on,” he coaxed. “Hold on. Almost there. Don’t you come before I do.”
“Don’t think I can help myself — ah, God!” Tomnas bucked, rearing up backwards, clamping down and squeezing Pedri’s cock with his inner muscles. Pedri let out a rough breath of relief and let himself go too, spraying Tomnas down from the inside with jets of warm spunk. He’d have liked for it to go on forever, a moment and a memory to keep with him, like a picture, but like all good things it ended too soon. Pedri leaned on Tomnas for a minute or two, catching his breath, before he drew out and rolled over onto his back.
Tomnas followed him, rolling onto his side. “Like I’d lie in the wet spot,” he said in response to Pedri’s look. The two young men laughed, Pedri reaching out to draw his friend closer. Tomnas came with a sigh and a wriggle of his hips, pushing close so that they both got sticky — stickier — but neither cared enough to get up and wash themselves down.
“One to grow on,” Tomnas said after being quiet a little. He reached up to twine a lock or two of Pedri’s blond hair around his fingers, trailing them down Pedri’s pointed chin and tracing his cheekbones. “You sure you won’t come with me?”
“You know better than to ask.” Pedri dropped a kiss into Tomnas’ palm. “You’re not even serious, though, are you?”
“Nah.” Tomnas shook his head. As one, the pair leaned together for a brief kiss. “I will miss this old thing, though,” he said when they parted, thumping the bed they lay on.
“Me too.” Pedri laid his hand flat on the thin-washed sheets, soft as tissue paper and almost as fragile. This bed had a serious history. He and Tomnas had worn the old springs down to a creaking symphony with their bed games during the years of their training together. Now, as the time drew near for he and Tomnas to part, Pedri knew it’d only be fitting for them to use the old resting place one last time. Didn’t matter that they’d earned the right to stay in the Demi-Magus’ quarters before they were sent out to find their Master Magi. He and Tomnas knew what they wanted.
Too bad what they wanted would send them in opposite directions now that they’d graduated. Magick was a chancy business, full of carefully guarded secrets and closely hidden knowledge. Magi didn’t make friends easily, and you rarely found more than one practitioner in a city unless they were teaching.
Not that anyone who wasn’t “in the know” would be aware of them, though. Magi depended on an intricate network of spells and a grapevine that wound around and around in dizzying circles to keep track of each other, and for those who sold their services, they played the game close to their chest.
He and Tomnas were both determined to become Masters, but they’d gone as far as they could in this small training Academy. They’d have to move on to find individual practitioners in the specialties they hoped to conquer.
Pedri gave a long drawn out yawn. “So you’re leaving when the sun comes up tomorrow?” he asked, idly reaching for Tomnas’ hand and drawing their linked fingers over his own smooth hip. “Traditional time for journeys to begin, after all.”
Tomnas nodded. “You too?” Darker than Pedri, with curling black hair and snapping dark eyes, he had a fiery temper and wouldn’t be easily turned down. Which they risked. There was no telling if the Masters they were going in search of would even want a student, much less tolerate one.
Not that Pedri planned on letting any of that stop him. What he wanted, he got, sooner or later, and he had everything planned out. He’d found the location, roughly, of the Master he wanted to teach him everything there was to know about his chosen field, and even if it happened to be a little hard… “What did you say?” he asked, realizing Tomnas had been talking to him.
Tomnas lightly boffed Pedri on the shoulder. “Jelly brain. I was asking if you were sure this Master was the one you wanted. There are others, you know.”
“No one as good as him.” When Tomnas rolled his eyes, Pedri pressed his point. “He’s the best. I don’t care what everyone else says about him. They all agree that he’s tops in his field. His is the Magick I want to learn. Lust Magick.” He grinned, knowing it made him look boyish and charming, shamelessly playing his ‘cute’ card. “He won’t be able to turn me down.”
“No, I wouldn’t be able to turn you down.” Tomnas stole a kiss. “This Dominic Adair, though? Look, no one even knows how old he is. You want to learn about Lust from someone as wrinkled up and withered as good ol’ Yoda?”
Pedri shrugged. “If Yoda is what it takes, I’m there.” He rolled onto his own hip, bringing their joined hands to rest between their cocks. “I’d go with you if I could,” he said honestly. “But we’ve known all along, all four years, that this night would come. That there would be a tomorrow.”
Tomnas nodded seriously. “Yeah.” He rubbed his thumb over Pedri’s hand. “Doesn’t mean I don’t have a few regrets, though.”
“Same here.” Pedri leaned forward to bump their foreheads lightly together. “Tomorrow morning, we take the next big step to becoming Magi. Give me a kiss for luck?”
“To tomorrow.” Tomnas pressed his lips to Pedri’s, sealing their wish with a small push power. Pedri added his own native ability to the mix, creating a spell of sorts that, even hastily cobbled together, should go a long way toward getting both of them what they wanted.
They parted grinning, squeezing each other’s hands. “I can’t wait,” Tomnas admitted, almost laughing.
Pedri brushed a dark curl out of Tomnas’ face and silently said his farewells. Better now than later. “Me too,” he said, before drawing them both down onto the beaten-thin pillows. “Come on. Let’s rest. Tomorrow is almost today…”
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