Pure Imagination

Magic School

Michael and Lara made it a rule to visit their only son once a month as he worked with Malcolm learning how to control his rapidly developing powers. They were excited and proud of his progress. Within six months of being with Magicians, Sorcerers, Warlocks, Witches and hundreds of Faerie folk, Aaron was more than competent when it came to using his magical abilities. By the end of his first twelve months under the old Mage’s tutelage he was close to learning all he could be taught. He had learned how to control the air’s magic with pinpoint accuracy, and because his body was fitter and stronger than when he first arrived he had the strength to maintain it. He had ‘seen’ the evil signature of his enemy several times as his spirit roamed the continents, but neither it nor he had attempted to interfere with the other. The time had almost come for him to set out on his own to learn about himself and discover what he was really capable of.

‘There is just one more thing you need to become expert at now young man and for that you will work with Twix and a few other Faerie. You will leave with them in the morning and be gone for as long as Twix deems it necessary. Whilst you are away you will do exactly as he tells you. It is absolutely vital that you become an expert in the skills he and his friends will teach you. Yours and your future partner’s lives will depend on it.’

Aaron was intrigued but had learned from experience not to press Malcolm for more information or clarification. He would learn what he would learn, it was as simple as that.

That night, Twix visited him in his sparsely furnished room to help him pack all he would need for the weeks ahead. Aaron had already begun to sort out clothes and toiletries when Twix arrived. Not knowing what to expect over the next weeks he was trying to pack for any eventuality. He didn’t have many clothes having learned early on in his stay with Malcolm that material possessions, while not exactly frowned on, were unnecessary. He had become used to making do and repairing what broke or wore out. Even so, the pile on his bed was large. Taking one look at the mound of clothing, Twix tutted to himself and within minutes had reduced the pile to two pairs of very small shorts, two pairs of jeans, three t-shirts and two jumpers, along with half a dozen pair of socks and a light summer jacket. Aaron’s hiking boots and a pair of plimsoles completed what he was allowed to take.

‘What about deodorant and soap?’

‘Won’t need them where we are going.’

‘Towels?’

‘No.’ Twix nodded at the small pile on the bed. ‘That’s all. Pack it in a holdall and be ready to leave at five.’

‘Five?’ Aaron looked horrified. ‘As in five in the morning? Before the sun comes up? When decent folk are still sleeping?’

‘Yes. See you then.’ With that, Twix disappeared with the usual ‘pop’ that accompanied his entrances and exits.

Aaron groaned accepting his fate. Sometimes though, being a Guardian had huge disadvantages!

Twix and Co

Their trip began with a brisk, hard walk to the nearby lake. The distance could easily have been traversed in the blink of an eye using magic, but ever since his arrival at Malcolm’s village, Aaron had been at first encouraged and then forced to do as much walking, lifting, carrying, running, rowing and other general physical activities as his tutors saw fit. Malcolm had patiently explained, many times, that as powerful a magician Aaron would one day be, having a strong, muscular, equally powerful body was just as important, if not more so as some of the spells he used were physically draining and a weak physique would lead to failure.

His increased fitness ensured he could keep up with the four Faeries accompanying him. As he walked he wondered what lay ahead. Malcolm and Twix had given no hints as to what he would be doing over the next weeks or months, saying only that he needed to learn new skills and become proficiently expert in them. By the time they reached the lake he had decided to stop thinking and go with the flow.

A row-boat just about big enough for the small part  waited at the water’s edge. Twix had introduced him to his companions when they had collected him that morning. All three Faeries had a huge smile plastered across their faces as they shook his hand, and Twix was looking decidedly pleased with himself. ‘Aaron, meet Jet, Pip and Fox. They will be helping me to teach all you need to know.’

Aaron had used the time it took to walk from the village to the lake to take in his new companions. Fox was the smallest of the three, his name being sort of obvious when you considered his sandy red hair and all the freckles that covered his nose, cheeks and arms. He was also the most agile and sure footed. His eyes were hazel brown and Aaron found himself constantly looking at him to try to catch sight of those mellow pools. Fox’s eyes drew him in, bathed him in peace and love. Yet he was funny, cheeky and totally irreverent when it came to instructions issued by Twix, something that obviously irritated the senior Faerie. Aaron found he liked Fox very much and looked forward to spending time with him.

As well as being the tallest, Pip was also the quietest of the three and the most human looking Faerie Aaron had met. It wasn’t unusual for Faerie and Human to mate, just rare. Their offspring would either be more Faerie than human, retaining the ability to perform magic, or, as was more usual, would be almost human, unable to even feel magic let alone perform it. The former were highly prized in the Faerie world where the extra size and strength derived from their human side allied with a Faerie’s magic meant they were always powerful beings capable of much more than pure bred Faerie folk. Unfortunately there was a certain amount of bigotry from the older, more traditional families against creatures that in their opinion not only diluted the pure blood of a Faerie but also as they saw it introduced corrupting foreign genes into the Faerie folk’s millennia – old gene pool. Aaron didn’t care in the slightest, having been raised to love and respect all and everyone, regardless of any differences they may have. Upon meeting him, Aaron had been immediately aware that he found him attractive. Pip’s face was harder featured and his body was bigger and bulkier than other Faerie he had met. He was almost as tall as him as well. There was a dominance to Pip that made Aaron want to win recognition and praise from him.

Jet was a rare creature indeed. Not only was he stunningly beautiful facially, but as far as Aaron could tell given that he was clothed, he had an equally attractive body. He was a ‘Sex Faerie’ whose main purpose in life was to provide pleasure to and for others. He trailed the smell of sex after him almost as though announcing he was on heat and ready to mate. Every time Aaron was close to him and inhaled the scent of him, he felt his head spin and his cock twitch. Unlike Twix, Jet made no attempt to mask or hide his overt sexuality. He was also intelligent and funny.

Aaron had discovered within days of arriving at the Faerie village that all Faerie folk, without exception were pleasing on the eye. No one he had met had any sort of deformity, not so much as a blemish on the skin. Beauty was everywhere he looked, and he had become almost blasé about it. The four male specimens before him however were beyond any form of perfection he had so far encountered. Twix had always stirred something within him and he had spent many happy hours simply watching him as he worked, played or rested. He found him sexually attractive which not only surprised him but caused a certain amount of concern and upset in his inexperienced mind until he had one day finally found the courage to speak to Mistress Mivell about his feelings. She had become his closest confidante thanks to her loving nature and the kindness she always showed him.

‘It’s to be expected lovey.’ Mistress Mivell had been experimenting with new herb and spell combinations one afternoon and had asked him to help her. He took the rare opportunity of being alone with her to tell her how he was feeling. She hadn’t been surprised. ‘Look at how others behave towards him and you’ll see you are not alone in having lustful thoughts about our own little Brad Pitt.’ She looked up at him with the naughtiest twinkle in her eye. ‘He is a bit of a bad boy isn’t he? He can make me blush just by giving me that dimpled smile of his.’

Aaron had immediately relaxed and they had talked at length about a subject he knew little about – sexuality and sex itself. It turned out that his feelings for Twix were quite natural, especially for a human. Faeries had always caused increased sexual awareness in humans, and Faeries such as Twix were the most stimulating. Mistress Mivell explained that the Faerie community was devolved into clans . Each clan had its own role to play and each had spent generations developing its unique speciality. The chief of each clan obviously possessed the greatest knowledge of his or her particular clans skill set. For some it was the pursuit of the perfect vegetable, or a fabric that was gossamer thin but warm in the coldest of winters.  Twix’s clan, of which he was the head, devoted themselves to perfecting the art of pleasure, with sexual pleasure being foremost in their minds. It stood to reason therefore that Twix was the most sexual creature Aaron was ever likely to meet. Mistress Mivell also pointed out that Twix’s clan cared nothing for gender. Pleasure was to be found in all human and Faerie regardless of age, sex, colour or size. There was no discrimination employed when it came to finding sexual fulfilment.

‘Is it purely physical? What about love?’

‘Ah, well, monogamous love is a human trait. The Faerie have no partners as you understand the term. They believe that all should be loved and cherished, and while attachments between individuals are not unheard of or discouraged, they are rare. Love borne from respect and friendship is valued above all else. Male and female Faerie pair up to produce cubs but once their offspring are taken into the rest of the clan, the biological parents treat them with the same love and care as all other clan cubs. The pairing usually ends with the Clanning of the cub.’

‘Clanning?’

Mistress Mivell paused from her labours and sat on her tall stool to explain. ‘Clanning is when a cub becomes a younglet. It happens between the ages of ten and fifteen depending on how physically developed each individual is. It’s similar to what you humans call puberty but is much more dangerous. You know how deceptively strong Faerie are, especially the males, so imagine what damage an unstable cub could wreak if it wasn’t controlled and taught how to use the energy and magic bubbling up inside it. You humans worry about acne, hormones and body hair, Faerie cubs have all that and what is known as Ragic as well.’

‘Ragic?’

‘Short for Rage-Magic dear. It’s a very difficult time for them. A simple parental pairing isn’t strong enough to keep the cubs in check and safe. It takes all the power of the clan to ensure a secure environment for their younglets to grow into well balanced young adults. Twix’s clan has the most difficult job as far as younglets are concerned. All that sexual magic and frustration bouncing around in immature bodies doesn’t bear thinking about. They become very promiscuous and have to be kept away from all the other clans until everything settles down and they can control themselves.’

‘So I should stop worrying about my feelings when I’m around him then?’

Mistress Mivell took time answering. ‘Yes and no, lovey, yes and no. All humans would find Twix sexually appealing, gay ones especially. You see, the male Faerie in Twix’s clan, although happy to find and give pleasure to all who ask, are particularly fond of human males. They like the physicality of your type, the big muscles and hairy chests and legs for example. Faerie have no body hair other than what is on their heads and between their legs, and that is always neat and tidy, and although they are well developed and very strong, stronger than any human, their muscle definition is always slight. And then of course there is the human male’s penis size. The bigger the penis, the greater the attraction, the more signals and pheromones a Faerie like Twix will give out. They can’t help themselves. Frankly, having seen you naked lovey I’m surprised you haven’t been serially fucked several times by now.’

‘MISTRESS MIVELL! That’s……that’s …….. well, I don’t know, but I’m, well, I’m ……’

‘Embarrassed lovey I know. Don’t be. You’re sex on legs dear.’ Her smile and subsequent laughter was infectious and despite his deep shock at her words Aaron found himself laughing with her. ‘Enjoy it when it comes lovey, enjoy it when it comes. Faerie sex is pure magic. I love it and I’m sure you will too.’

Sitting between Jet and Pip in the centre of the boat, Aaron recalled the conversation he’d had with Mistress Mivell and it was as though a light switch had been thrown illuminating his mind to allow his thoughts and reason to coalesce. The realisation that he may be on his way to be taught how to give and receive pleasure flooded his body with a warmth not previously experienced. Pip was the first to notice the change in him.

‘He’s worked it out Twix.’ All four Faerie turned to look at him the lust burning in their eyes causing him to gasp. His penis became rigid in a moment, the small shorts he was wearing giving him no chance to hide his growing excitement. Pip ran his hand over the imprisoned rod. His mouth was open in anticipation. ‘Bags I get to play first. He’s enormous!’ Aaron’s eyes locked with Twix, a mixture of helplessness and desire clearly visible to the clan chief.

‘No Pip, as I told you before we left, Aaron will spend the first week with me on the island. When he is ready I’ll let him loose on you.’

Aaron let out a sigh and a smile passed between the two friends. He remembered what Mistress Mivell had advised, Enjoy it when it comes lovey. Enjoy it when it comes.  He determined there and then that that was just what he would do.

The Island

The lake was shaped a little like a boomerang with one end being much shorter than the other. The shore closest to the Faerie village was at the extreme end of the shortest blade of the imagined boomerang. It took twenty or so minutes of hard rowing on the part of the very strong Faeries for the small boat to reach the bend in the lake allowing Aaron his first sight of the longest arm. He could see something in the distance that as they got closer became a large, tree covered island surrounded by several smaller ones. The Faeries rowed towards a simple wooden jetty sticking out from the largest one. The closer they got the more Aaron could see. A small settlement of a dozen or so of the practical but pretty Faerie dwellings he had become used to were clustered close to the shore. Faerie fishing boats and leisure craft crowded the small jetty. It looked to be a hive of activity as folk rushed around completing their daily tasks. Strangely, something about the scene looked different to the usual bustle he associated with Faerie folk. As the front of their boat nudged against the wooden jetty Aaron suddenly realised what it was. ‘They’re all male. No females.’ The four males in the boat exchanged knowing smiles and glances. Twix tied the boat to the jetty then stood back as Jet, Fox and Pip nimbly jumped onto the wooden structure. Pip waved as the three friends hurried towards the small village chattering excitedly to each other.

‘Aren’t we going with them Twix?’

‘No. As I said you and I are going to spend some time together alone on one of the other islands. It’s small but has all we need.’ He settled back onto one of the boats bench seats. ‘It’s one of my favourite places. I hope you like it.’ He pointed to the right of the settlement towards what looked to be the most distant island. ‘It’s over there and if you want to get there before nightfall you had better get rowing.

By the time they reached their destination Aaron’s arms and shoulders felt as though they would snap off if touched. He gritted his teeth in acknowledgement of the pain in them when he picked up his small holdall. A thousand needles seemed to stick themselves into his aching muscles whenever he moved. He followed Twix along a narrow, winding path that led through the densely packed trees to a small wooden building standing in a green, flower filled clearing. It had a front door and two windows, one either side of the entrance. Unusually for a Faerie house it had a thatched roof that reached almost to the ground. A small chimney poked out of the golden rushes. A pool of crystal clear water nestled close to the side of the building fed by a small brook. The tinkling and gentle splashing of the water added a coolness to the clearing and seemed to beckon visitors to bathe in it. Twix saw him looking longingly at the cool water.

‘It’s a fairy with a ‘y’ pool as opposed to Faerie with an ‘e’ pools that you are used to.’

‘It looks beautiful and very inviting.’

‘It is, and when you are ready we will make use of it. Now go wash under the waterfall behind the house. You stink of human.’

‘That’s because I am.’

‘No excuse for smelling like you haven’t washed your nooks and crannies for several days.’

Aaron was affronted. He bathed every day taking care never to appear dirty before the always immaculately turned out Faerie. Twix chuckled just as Aaron was about to tell him what he thought of him.

‘Got-ya,’ and off he went wagging his finger and humming a happy tune.

Aaron took his time walking to the area behind the cottage where he could hear the gentle splashing of the waterfall as it filled the constantly emptying pool at its feet. The clearing was full of enchanting magic that eased away all of ones cares and woes. Butterflies displayed the brightest of shimmering colours as they flitted from fragrant flower to fragrant flower. The hum of honey bees provided a background of sound  to the musical prowess of wren and goldfinch, robin and dunnock. Dragonflies raced each other  through the warm air, the buzz from their impossibly fast wings providing all the breeze needed to ensure the clearing remained cool and welcoming. Aaron could actually feel all the stress of the last year slipping away. All his worries about the future and the battles he knew lay ahead were stilled by the charm and peace this temporary home offered.

The waterfall wasn’t very big, just high enough and wide enough for two. He leisurely removed his clothing, stretched his muscular frame and stepped into the pool at the foot of the natural shower. It was cooling and warmly comfortable at the same time. Standing under the falling water he felt his skin tingle and blush as the magical liquid gently, sensuously cleansed his body of all dirt and impurities. It felt like a thousand fingers were massaging and stroking away all aches and pains. He felt his taught muscles relax at the same time as his nipples became erect and sensitive to the water playing over them. The sensation travelled down to his stomach encouraging sounds of pleasure to form in his tightening throat. The liquid fingers playing on his cock and balls resulted in his impressive weapon swiftly reaching the massive tumescence he had previously tried to hide from others, its length and girth having always been an embarrassment to him. He turned to face the rock wall, placed his hands on it slightly higher than his head and allowed the sensuous water to massage the broad muscles of his back and shoulders. The feel of all those magic fingers running down his arse crack and over his twitching anus increased the feelings of need rising within him, feelings alien to him, feelings that forced his cock to stand so hard and proud it lay stiff against his flat stomach, his balls pulled up achingly tight at its base. Looking down at himself, his breathing  became shorter, more laboured when he saw drop after drop of his precious nectar appear in the single eye of his awesomely hard weapon then slowly, stickily run down the pulsing shaft before being washed away into the pool at his feet. He saw the most golden of goldfish nibbling at the hard skin on his heels and toes adding even more stimulation to his rapidly increasing passion. It was as though a million tiny fingers and mouths were making love to him. He closed his eyes, giving in to the exquisite feelings coursing through his young body. He felt something soft and demanding suck the dripping helmet of his manhood into a warm, wet place where it was flicked, licked and nibbled, taking his pleasure higher and higher, filling his entire being with an energy and need that almost overwhelmed him. Fingers began to play across his flexing buttocks and into the deep crack between them. He felt a pressure against his virgin hole. It was the most natural thing in the world for him to push onto it, encouraging its entry into his clutching anus where his secret love button waited impatiently to be stroked and pressed. The stimulation became too much for his over sensitised body to contain until with a shout of pleasure and surprise that was heard all over the island by every creature that lived there, his boiling, thick, sweet manjuice exploded from him like a volcano bursting forth from the earth. He felt his precious nectar churn in his balls before it rushed up the massive length of him gushing into the warm mouth eagerly catching every last drop. Pulse after pulse drove his life giving juice from him until, with nothing left to give he fell to his knees, his body trembling with exhaustion, tears of joy and amazement mixing with the cooling waters than ran over his face.

Gentle arms helped him to his feet and away from the falling waters to the warmth and safety of the grass covered bank where he was encouraged to lay back and allow the sun to dry him. He was soon sleeping more peacefully than he had in months.

Twix sat down cross legged next to the beautiful young man he had just given such enormous pleasure to. Like Aaron he was naked, but unlike the now sated human he was still hard and needed release. Running his eyes over the sleeping form before him, the Faerie took his own not insubstantial penis in his hand and began to slowly feather his fingers up and down it as he pulled and tugged on the low hanging balls at its base. Beginning with Aaron’s handsome profile, Twix closely examined as much of the man’s face as was visible to him. A strong, almost square jawline; a wide forehead too young to have yet acquired any frown lines; cheeks accentuated by the prominent but not overly so bones of manhood; a straight, not too large a nose above full, red, sensuous lips that even in repose seemed to demand attention; a firm chin that dimpled when the stunningly beautiful face broke out into a heart melting smile.

His passion increased as he allowed his gaze to travel down the thick, corded neck, the adams apple prominently attesting to the animal manliness of his young charge. Precum began to leak from his aching penis as he allowed himself to fantasise about licking, nipping, biting the large brown nipples still erect from their earlier stimulation under the magic waters of the fairy shower. He forced himself to resist touching the large, rounded muscles of Aaron’s well developed chest, with just the lightest covering of short dark hair. His eyes followed the just visible treasure trail to the bushy mat of curls nestling at the base of the thickest, biggest human penis he had seen. A groan escaped his lips as he imagined what it was going to feel like when he finally took all ten plus inches into his impatiently waiting Faerie cunt. He’d had bigger pleasure tools pound his arse but never one attached to so perfect a none - Faerie being. Thick, well-muscled thighs covered in dark, soft down being gently blown by the breeze of the dragonflies led his eyes down perfectly straight, well developed legs to the sexiest feet of any being, magical or human the experienced Faerie had encountered. He yearned to rub his face over them, to lick and suck the perfectly shaped and proportioned toes. The thought of teaching the young god how to fuck his pulsing hole with those gorgeous toes sent him over the edge. A geyser of Faerie juice flew from his iron hard penis covering his legs and arms. Shot after shot, pulse after magical pulse. The animals of the island rejoiced in his release taking energy from the magic being pumped into the very air by the mystic being’s orgasm.

Twix allowed himself a few minutes to recover from his self-gratification before returning to the falling waters of the fairy shower and quickly rinsing himself clean. The goldfish swimming round his feet eagerly devoured the precious Faerie juice washed down to them ensuring his magic would continue to feed and nourish all who drank from the pure waters of the magical stream. He walked back to where Aaron was sleeping, lay down next to him and joined him in blissful slumber, his hand resting on that of his student.

Know Thyself

Aaron woke to the magical sounds of birdsong, bees and tinkling water. He felt refreshed and more relaxed than he had for a very long time. It took him some minutes to realise he was lying by the side of the stream stark bollock naked. Shame and embarrassment swarmed through him. He looked round for his clothes. They were not to be seen. He began to panic. How could he let Twix see him like this? It was a betting certainty that his cock would stiffen in the presence of the very sexual Faerie, just as it always did, only today he wouldn’t be able to hide it inside baggy trousers. His panic turned to horror as vague memories of his earlier shower came back to him. His penis reared up, bumping against his stomach as he groaned with even greater shame remembering how he had reached orgasm and realising that the only other person on the island was Twix. He prayed he had imagined the whole thing and was just working up courage to go inside the cottage to find a change of clothing when a happily whistling Faerie appeared from the side of the cottage carrying a tray of what looked like tea and sandwiches. Aaron was mortified to see that Twix was not only also naked but was sporting a very impressive erection of his own. He walked over to the young human, placed the tray on the ground and sat beside it without a care in the world. He lay back on his elbows and began to absentmindedly run his hand up and down the shaft of his smooth, hard cock.

Turning his head away so that he couldn’t see the sexually aroused Faerie, Aaron pointed in the general direction of the offending hard-on.

‘Would you please cover that up while I go and find something to wear.’ He began to walk towards the cottage giving Twix an unimpeded view of his spinetingling broad shoulders and narrow waist that drew an observers eyes to the bitingly sexy backside.

‘Where are you going young man?’ His question and tone of voice stopped Aaron in his tracks. ‘Come back here please.’ Aaron could feel the heat of his embarrassed blush from his cringing toes to the tips of his burning ears. ‘I assume you haven’t suddenly gone deaf?’

‘N, n, no Twix.’ The stutter made it difficult not to smile. He spoke more softly.

‘Aaron my lad, please come and sit by me. I would like us to talk. Please?’

Reluctantly Aaron turned around his hands trying and failing to hide his tumescence. Twix smiled and patted the grass next to him. Slowly, the embarrassed teenager returned to the spot he had only just left and sat down, drawing his knees to his chin and wrapping his arms around his legs in a vain attempt to cover his uncontrollable erection.

‘Two sugars?’ Twix poured the tea handing the mug to Aaron who was forced to release a hand to accept it thereby allowing even more of his steel hard dick to be seen. ‘What are you ashamed of Aaron? The fact that you find me sexually attractive? Or is it the simple fact that we are both naked and aroused that is causing you concern?’

‘Bo…aghh.’ Aaron choked on the word. He coughed and tried again with more success although his voice was strained and higher in pitch than normal. ‘Both.’

‘I see.’ Twix placed his teacup on the ground. He stretched his arms above his head, raising his hips from the ground as he did so, pushing his erect penis to within an inch of the young man beside him who was so obviously wishing he knew how to make the earth open up and swallow him. ‘I do have a very sexy body don’t I?’ He sensuously and provocatively ran his hands over himself watching Aaron’s eyes as they followed every move he made. ‘It’s perfectly natural that you respond as you do. It would be a strange man indeed who was able to resist me. Especially strong, attractive men like yourself. Have I never told you how much I find human men like you so very sexy? The urge I have to throw you to the ground and fuck your tight arse into next week is one I have difficulty controlling.’

Aaron’s eyes became saucer like and all the colour drained from his face. ‘Fuck me? As in, you know, in my bum?’

Twix smiled at him in as reassuring a manner a Faerie can manage. He sat up, cross legged and placed his hands in his lap to partially cover his now half hard penis. Taking a sip of his tea Twix turned his face away from Aaron to look at the calming waterfall. ‘Why do you think you are here Aaron? Did Malcolm give you any idea.’

Aaron shook his head, ‘No, all he said was that I would learn things from you and the Faerie that no other being, fantastical or human could teach me.’ Twix could tell the young man wanted to say more but was too embarrassed to.

‘Go, on. Say what you are thinking.’ The calm and accepting way Twix spoke to him helped Aaron to decide he should trust him. After all, he was here to learn something from him, he needed to understand what that something was and why it was obviously so important.

‘I think it may have something to do with my cock always filling up and embarrassing me whenever I’m with you. Mistress Mivell said it was because you are the most sexual of all the Faerie but ……… I don’t know…….. I think it’s more than that.’

Twix’s old and cynical heart went out to the human god sitting so shyly beside him. He gently placed a hand on Aaron’s knee. The teenager flinched but didn’t pull away or ask that the hand be removed.

‘How does my hand on your leg make you feel? Please be honest. It is important during this time we have together that we are honest with each other. Our task will not be accomplished if lies and half-truths are told and it is important for the future of us all that we are successful. So, my hand, your leg?’ He smiled at the boy relieved to see him relax. Aaron took time to think before he spoke, and when he did it was with more confidence and less embarrassment than he had exhibited earlier.

‘I like it. I like the warmth of it. It makes me feel, I don’t know ……… like I want more … but then I’m nervous about what ‘more’ means.  Does that makes sense?’

Twix patted Aaron’s knee. ‘Yes, that makes perfect sense, and to be frank I’d be concerned if you felt any other way. Tell me, are you a virgin – I mean apart from earlier under the shower?’

Aaron’s head shot up, fear, anxiety and panic again filled his eyes. ‘That was real? I didn’t dream it?’ Twix nodded. ‘Then it was you that ……. Oh fuck.’ He jumped to his feet and began pacing back and forth processing what he had just learned. He came to a  stop in front of Twix, towering over the slight figure sat before him. His eyes were completely black and the air around him shimmered with anger. Twix felt a shiver of fear run down his spine. The voice that filled the space around them was deep and demanding. ‘You speak of trust yet abuse mine the moment we are alone together. HOW DARE YOU.’

The sky over the island filled with darkness as menacing black and purple clouds bubbled from nowhere. The temperature plummeted. All the animals and insects, usually so happy and vocal became silent. The surface of the magical pool at the foot of the waterfall began to freeze over. Twix acted quickly, a powerful bolt of Faerie magic struck Aaron full square in the chest pushing him back by a foot. Twix was suddenly very fearful. He had used the strongest repelling spell he knew along with all the magic the glade could give him and it had hardly touched the powerful entity standing before him. A loud crack rent the air presaging a mighty ball of energy that flew straight and true directly at Aaron’s face. It hit him with a force that rocked the island and enveloped him in its shimmering, pulsing light.

Looking round Twix was never more thankful to see his old friend Malcolm had was never more thankful to see his old friend Malcolm had invaded the sanctity of the Faerie Island and was in the process of saving his life. He watched as the angry young Guardian wrestled with the power of the mightiest magician the world had produced and it was a close run contest. The air crackled and burned anything within a foot of the struggling human to a crisp. The ground he stood on began to boil and spit.

Slowly, so slowly that at first it was unnoticeable, the air began to still. Clouds began to lighten and break apart to be blown away by the winds of the upper atmosphere. Warmth returned to the island and birds began to haltingly sing. Aaron sagged then fell to his knees. The cocoon of energy Malcom had place around him changed colour and form. Twix watched in awe as it was absorbed by the now calm human powerhouse who had so nearly destroyed so much of what the Faerie hold dear. Aaron fell forward onto his hands, his breathing was short and laboured. A sheen of sweat covered his magnificent body.

There was a bright flash followed by an audible ‘pop’. Malcolm stood between the exhausted teenager and the shaken Faerie. Twix had known Malcolm all his life, over two hundred years, never had he seen him so angry. ‘What,’ he demanded, ‘is going on? I entrust the boy to your safe keeping and in less than twelve hours he almost destroys you.’

Twix’s fear turned to anger. ‘He isn’t prepared Malcolm. He has no idea why he is here. You did not do as I asked before we left the village. If anyone has let the boy down, I am looking at him.’ No one spoke to Malcolm like that, and that fact alone pulled him up short forcing him to shed his anger. In the blink of an eye his demeanour changed from that of a mighty, powerful, pissed off Mage to the friendly, bumbling old duffer everyone knew and loved.

‘I never found the right moment. I apologise.’

‘What you actually mean Malcolm is that you were too embarrassed to speak to the boy about it. Please do me the courtesy of being honest.’

Mage and Faerie stared at each other, the tension in the air was palpable. Both had temporarily forgotten Aaron who was quietly standing to one side taking in all that was being said.

‘It’s not as if you’re a stranger to man-sex for goodness sake. No one has transformed himself into something strong, good looking and gorgeous more than you have over the years to satisfy your lust for a human cock and ass. There are times when you are insatiable, especially when you find a willing bottom that takes all you throw at it – or should I say up it?’ Twix’s anger was growing as the realisation of what could have happened came home to him. ‘He was about to kill me Malcolm and all because you didn’t tell him what he is, who his life partner will be and why he needs this time with me and the others.’

‘I couldn’t do it, alright?’ His voice became a whisper. ‘I just couldn’t do it.’

Malcolm’s submission took all the wind from the angry Faerie’s billowing sails.

In an equally quiet voice he asked, ‘Why not? I don’t understand?’ He watched a myriad of emotions cross the ancient magician’s troubled face. ‘Why not Malcolm?’

The old Mage drew himself to his full height, a challenge in his eyes. ‘Because I love him Twix, and the thought that he is to belong to someone else, to love someone who isn’t me was too much to take.’ All the fight went out of him and his chin fell to his chest. ‘My pride got in the way of my duty.’

Twix felt as though he should be furious. Thanks to the selfish pride of a foolish, lovelorn old man he had very nearly lost his life. Instead he felt nothing but concern and pity. He was desperately trying to think of what to say to help ease Malcolm’s torment when the young man they had both forgotten about walked over to his old friend and mentor enveloping him in his strong arms. ‘I will always love you Malcolm. You helped save my life at my birth, you have watched over me for my entire life. I know you would give your life for mine.’ He held Malcolm tightly feeling the sobs silently wracking the frail body. ‘I can’t give you what I think you want from me Malcolm but I will always love and cherish our friendship. Please let that be enough. Please Malcolm.’ He tenderly kissed the old magicians forehead breathing as much love and comfort into it as his magic would allow in the hope it would be enough. He felt the body in his arms relax then fill with its usual power. The island released a collective sigh of contentment that started with the sigh of acceptance uttered by Malcolm and ended with all the birds and insects resuming their usual activities but with more vigour and joy than before.

‘I’m so sorry my boy. I let you down.’ A wry smile touched the old lips.

‘Yes you did but I understand why and we won’t speak of it again. Will we Twix?’ Aaron turned pleading eyes on the Faerie, who smiled at both his friends.

‘No Aaron, we won’t. The subject is closed.’

Malcolm was back to his old self, if slightly embarrassed at allowing his emotions to cloud his better judgement. ‘Right then, I’ll be off. I’ll let you two talk.’ And with a flash of light, ‘pop’, he was gone.

‘Silly old fool. Let that be a lesson to you young Aaron, never allow your dick to rule your head, it always leads to catastrophe. Now sit down and allow me to tell you about yourself. I would prefer it if you leave any questions that may arise until I have finished.’ It wasn’t a request. Aaron settled back on his elbows, forgetting he was naked, and listened to all the Faerie had to tell him.

‘Centuries ago it was foretold that one of the universe’s most evil beings, created at the beginning of time, would return to its birth planet to reclaim it. The prophesy tells that if this evil is successful it will return it’s homeland to as it was on the day it was born. That all life would be wiped from memory and that it would use its home to strike out at the rest of the universe claiming all it reaches as its own. Fire, death, poison are all that will be left in its wake. You have probably guessed that the planet in question is the Earth. The evil that threatens us all is called the Murnchnik and it has not an iota of compassion or love in its scaly, God forsaken body. The Murnchnik hides Aaron, it works from the darkness. Not just in the darkness of shadows or of the night but in the darkness of men’s souls. The one and only time it has tried to claim what it considers its birth right resulted in over one hundred million men, women and children dying before it was stopped. You know that time as the First and Second World Wars. The Earth was left scarred for eternity by the evil the Murnchnik allowed man to commit. It took every ounce of power and magic the Enchanted processed to defeat it. But we cannot destroy it. It is too powerful for that. We can, or rather could stop it but it lived to fight another day and that day is coming. We can feel it in the air.

‘The Enchanted’s failure to completely conquer the Murnchnik and our acceptance that without Mankind’s help and sacrifices It would have succeeded in destroying our precious world forced our Elders to look for another way to fight It the next time It tried to fulfil the prophecy. After much searching and years of reading the sacred books they came to the conclusion that the Earth needed two Guardians, one who would take its powers from a combination of air and earth, the other who would use the might of the air and seas to fuel its magic. Together they would be unbeatable – or so it was hoped. Then just before the Elder’s plan was put into action an old Magician, the oldest of all of us, pointed out that the two Guardians needed to act as one if they were to defeat the Evil that faced them, and that unless they were totally ‘as one’, as he put it, the Murnchnik could drive a wedge between them. The only power in the Universe strong enough to bind them together is love in its purest form, and the purest, most unselfish love there is, is that between two men. Why? Because if their love is true there is nothing to distract from it. Children cannot dilute it, adversity makes it stronger, bigotry will ensure it is a love forged in the hottest, most fierce of furnaces. Their desire, their need, to give each other all of themselves will overcome everything and the most precious, the clearest way to declare their love will be when they join physically, bringing the power that all the elements on Earth contain to one, blissful, shattering, passion filled act of love. A crescendo of emotion and magic. Nothing will stand against it.

‘The ancient Magician went on to explain that for the Guardians to reach this apex they would need to know all that we can teach them of physical love and be prepared to accept things that some societies believe are wrong and sinful. Their love must be total, all-encompassing and above all, without shame or fear. That is why you are here Aaron, to learn all you can from me and others I have chosen about physical love. We cannot teach you what emotional love is like, only your fellow Guardian can do that. You will teach each other – although I believe that when you find each other, there will be no teaching necessary. I firmly believe that the love you will find will be so natural, so honest, that it will transcend anything the world has so far witnessed. It will be glorious and I hope I live to witness it.’

At that, Aaron’s head lifted sharply, ‘What do you mean  ‘if you live to see it’?’

Twix looked away his gaze wandered to the future, he smiled wistfully. ‘We all have many roads to travel my young friend, who knows where we will be taken.’

‘Something tells me that you do – know I mean.’

‘No one can truly know what their future will hold.’ He saw the concern and fear clearly expressed on Aaron’s face and in his soul-deep eyes. ‘All that you can be certain of is that one day you will find the sort of love others only dream of. I have no doubt that in the books Malcolm has insisted you read as part of your education. somewhere in one of them the an author has written about all consuming love. A love that fills the soul and makes life worth living. It is a love nearly always only found in books. Most love is a compromise, a settling for what is there not a search for what could be. The vast majority of humans, especially humans, pine for romance, to be swept off their feet by the love of their lives, to hear their heart beating strongly when their lover is near, knowing that it beats for them and no one else. Such love is fantasy, a will-o-the-wisp never caught. For most, love is a sadness because they know they will never achieve that which they seek. You on the other hand will find true love. You already have it, you just haven’t met him yet. In so far as anyone knows their future, you can be certain only of this fact. You will love and be loved. Guard it well.’

Taking the human’s large hand in his, Twix allowed his magic to enter Aaron’s consciousness. It travelled up the man’s arm into his tense body easing and relaxing his muscles as it went. When the magic reached his mind it encountered the turmoil of emotions fighting for dominance of the young man; fear, excitement, love, anger, hope, despair. It took several moments before Twix was able to ease and calm the raging storm behind the confused eyes but calm it he did and what he saw when all else was banished was beauty beyond words. For the first time, Aaron allowed someone to see him as he really was.  His deep brown eyes were unlike any human’s the Faerie had seen before. He saw flecks of pure gold alongside pieces of crystal clear amber that had captured some of the suns golden rays. He saw hints of the almost blindingly blue sky from which the boy took his energy and could smell the rich dark brown and blacks of the Earth from where he drew his power, power that Twix saw in it’s awesome depth and might. Power that could tear a soul asunder, power that would love as never before. Power that could destroy worlds in the blink of an eye. But above all this he saw a power that was good and pure, full of care and compassion. He felt wrapped in a cloak of safe keeping, in a blanket of warmth, in a pool of endless love. His body responded in the only way it knew to the depths he was drawn into. His yearned to show his love for the being whose hand he held, his body ached to tell the powerful young human what and how he made him feel. He leaned forwards and brushed his lips against the softness of Aarons. He teased his tongue over the fullness of the warm, responsive mouth.

For his part, as Twix’s magic began to take effect and his mind became calm, Aaron saw the two roads of his friend’s future, left and right, good and bad. The raw, overwhelming emotions he felt when he looked at both paths elicited both heartfelt joy and deep sorrow. Tears of happiness and mourning fell from his eyes.

Twix slowly withdrew his magic as he gently explored the sculptured torso of his student with his eyes, fingers and mouth. Aaron’s breathing began to speed up, became more and more shallow as the ministrations of the knowledgeable master of all things sexual pushed his demand for release higher and higher. He was slowly pushed to lie flat on the welcoming, oh so comfortable grass. He watched as the perfectly formed mouth, aided by teeth and tongue travelled down his muscle ripped stomach following his soft yet manly treasure trail to his navel where it paused to lick up the pool of precum that had so quickly collected there. He groaned and arched his back as the tongue delved deep into the sensitive centre of his magnificent torso. Expectation filled his lungs as the head moved towards the throbbing, dripping rod that pulsed in time with his beating heart.

Aaron watched as the Faerie’s mouth moved over the thick, bulbous crown of his aching cock. He cried out in wonder as he felt warm lips and a soft, loving tongue take possession of him. It was a sound full of sex and it affected everything that heard it. The sexual organs of every being on the island reacted instantly to the sound of the god-like man.

Sweat broke out all over Aaron’s taught skin releasing his scent into the air. It was carried across the island, over the lake to the village and into the core of all who lived there. Smiles of joy covered every face, sounds of love left throats and filled the sky.

Aaron watched as Twix moved his mouth over his penis. He groaned when he felt him nibbling his tight foreskin, gasped when he felt him push his tongue into the eye collecting the very essence of him. Fingers began to play with his balls, scratching, stroking, pinching, pulling – Oh God, the pulling. Keep pulling. Please keep pulling- He watched in awe as inch by massively hard inch Twix took all of him into his throat. He screamed in pleasure when the Faerie’s nose pressed into his pubic bone. Hands gripped his hips and pulled him up, then down, up then down, teaching him how to face fuck his lover without damaging or choking him. Aaron increased the pace of his thrusts as he felt his climax boiling in his balls. Twix would teach him how to last longer another day, he wanted the young man to concentrate on his orgasm for now. He feathered his hands over the thrusting, sweating body. Felt the hard muscles flex under his ministrations. His taste and smell alerted him to Aaron’s impending explosion and he managed to have just the thicker than ever head between his lips, nestled in his hungry mouth, when the full force of the young Guardian’s first magical orgasm ripped through the world and filled him to overflowing. Rope after rope coated his tongue, poured down his open throat, the excess running down his chin. The roar of a thousand lions filled the sky as the power of Earth and Air pumped out of the young god’s steel-like rod. His juice was scalding, sweet, pure and above all powerful.

Twix felt the power of Aaron’s semen as it entered his body. He felt the warmth of it flow to every inch of his being, felt a thousand mouths covering his body with urgent, sensuous kisses, felt his own penis grow bigger, harder, just before he released a river of Faerie magic onto the ground beneath him. The Air sang, the Earth shifted. The World felt their release and in his penthouse suite atop his tower in New York, the Murnchnik staggered and fell as the power of their combined orgasm shook him to his core. The city heard a scream of anger that made it’s blood curdle. Every substation within ten miles of Harding Tower blew up leaving millions without power.

Desperately the Murnchnik searched the world with his powers of spirit flight to find the boy and his teacher. He would kill them. He would destroy everything of them so no trace remained. His fury, his anger, his HATE, consumed him. But such was the protection Malcolm and his friends had placed on and around the young Guardian, he couldn’t find him. In frustration, having realised his search was futile, he turned his ire on the first land he saw. By the time he had finished burning, destroying and obliterating every trace of humans, the island of Malta was a shimmering, poisoned rock where nothing lived or could live.

The human race began to realise something was wrong, and it was afraid.