Princil's Magic : Ch.13 : Reformed Wizard (Part 2 : Animar : The Wizard's Past : Section 2)

     Agneta was clean now, while Aribor recited words in a strange language over her. Her face, the same face, now attracted any who viewed it. Her hair looked stronger, yellow brown and vigorous. Her muscles were more shapely, and the saggy flesh tightened. Even Agneta was smiling now, with innocent and unlooked for joy, as she realised this man was healing her. She felt younger, and although she could not see the whole of herself she could see that she was clean and her flesh was more wholesome.

     “Sir, what are you doing to me?” She had been bracing herself for the rude sexual intrusion and more pain, when this strange man had started to wash and cleanse her instead. Instead of being abused she found herself thanking him for what he was doing.

     “I have cleansed you and now I am making you whole again. It will seem as if you are becoming younger.” He did not tell her yet that much of this effect could only be temporary. Raldic had found a way to make it more longlasting, if not permanent!

     “Well, I thank you sir. You are not like the others then? And yet you have used my daughters!” He liked the way she spoke. Perhaps her family had been of good breeding?

     “I am not doing this for your benefit woman,” explained Aribor. “It is for my pleasure only that I make you younger again. I wish to enjoy my experience with you. I intend to use you fully, as I have your daughters! I hope only that, feeling better and younger you may enjoy our joining as I do.”

     “Sir, I do not wish to be raped again,” she sounded disappointed with him, “but if I must be, at least I can take some pleasure in being made to feel young again. Do what you will sir. I shall thank you for my youth, if not for being raped!”

    “Please sir, if you must use me, can we do this in the buildings.” She meant the ruins, for no house here had a roof upon it any more. “I do not wish my daughters to observe.”

    “No woman. You observed me taking your daughters did you not. She nodded silently for the shame of it. “So it may be only correct for them to observe you. Anyway, I have had the highest pleasure of them and from them, it would be fitting for them to see you achieve the highest pleasure, if that is possible. It may not be, but I would certainly like to try.”

   “You like to be watched sir,” the old woman said, who did not now look so old.

   “It depends upon my mood and my pleasure, but you could say that I enjoy an audience if they are already connected with me,” admitted Aribor.

   “You know sir that it cannot be normal to do this. No daughter should ever witness their mother or their father in the acts of love.”

   “What then is normal Agneta? When lust becomes normal it can lose its interest. Anyway woman, I will hold myself back no longer. Do you feel younger? Do you feel a surge of life in your bones?”

     She nodded, “Yes. Strangely I do. How have you done this?” She looked at her naked legs and waist and could see that her flesh no longer sagged. The many bruise marks had miraculously gone. She felt her breasts and they were full, not sagging. Although she had accepted being cleaned and had heard his words that she was being made younger, she had not fully understood that it was true. She had thought merely that she had been cleaned and made to feel younger by some minor magic, but now she realised that something more fundamental had happened or was happening. She realised how much better she felt.

    “In exchange for the granting of youthfulness, I definitely require you to perform in full view of your daughters. That is a part of this contract.” Now it was time to put the contract into practice. He laid his hands on her again, this time pinching her nipples and thrusting his hungry mouth to her lips. His forceful tongue pushed into her mouth as if to devour her. He pressed her to bend, hands on a wall, and swiftly pushed his fingers into her pretty hole, moistening and enlarging it, working quickly in his impatience. When all was ready for him he stuffed his large engorged cock quickly into its resting place, fucking her in his desperate need.

     After Aribor’s rape of Agneta there were other mature or older women who became the subject of his interest. He took to using magic to enhance his women regularly. After conquests, if no suitable younger women presented themselves, or if they did not sufficiently satiate him he would often practise his magical skills upon mature women. Even the elderly were sometimes the subject of his designs. Somehow the knowledge that an old woman would have to be returned to her natural elderly state afterwards was not sufficient to stem his sexual curiosity. He found older women could be grateful for the chance, however brief, to become young and beautiful again. He found some amazing and very beautiful specimens. Always he searched for beauty, the essence of femininity. He was like a collector, collecting experiences that others could no longer enjoy.

    There were times when he felt generous and passed the fruits of his magical labour on to other soldiers or allies for a period. He practised his arts in this way, and even furthered his exploration of healing arts and his understanding of the wizard Raldic’s quest for longer life.

    As a hero and guest of Bricas he took his healing and youthmaking skills further. He used his magic to enjoy lovemaking and lust with women who he felt needed enhancement. They enjoyed the experience as much as he, but with these women he was careful to make clear the temporary nature of his magic and in some cases the costs of magic. His reputation for this form of magic spread in the area, and women, and even men, came to him for assistance, paying him in different ways for his assistance.

     Never in his days with Guthelm’s Horde and the Dark Wizards had he ever felt a desire to attempt his magic upon himself. There had been no need to try to make himself more attractive towards his conquests. The whip and the contracts he established with his victims were always enough to make them conform to his wishes. Only when he captured Remzain did he contemplate wishing to appeal to a woman and attract her to him. He could not hope to have Remzain in that way, but for the first time he began to desire it. In Bricas at the festival he had seen how it might be possible to gain the affection and sport of women, without needing to oblige or force them into his arms. That was why the poisoning of the festival had been such a harrowing event for him. Having found a long sought for progress in his sexual relations it was cruelly perverted at that very point of realisation. That was partly why he fought so hard to protect and save those people. That too was what caused him to become their hero and benefactor.