Sorcerer in a fantasy world
Chapter 100

Chapter 100: Chapter 100

Didn’t some supervillain have a helmet that blocked this mental crap? I remember watching the okay movie with him in it. Maybe two. He was old in one and young in the other.

I should in principle be able to create an enchanted item of my own that would block any psychic attack. There was that time I was put to sleep.

I was lacking in defensive items. I relied too greatly on my flesh magic to heal me and metal to block physical attacks.

I fashioned earrings that were pinhole tiny. I conjured the wave of magic that Jack had used based on memory. I played with it until I understood it well enough to form a counter wave. I had two earrings for each ear, a main one and a backup redundancy one. I tied the enchantment into my own power. It had no noticeable effect on my mana level, on the amount of mana I had access to.

I tested their effectiveness by attacking myself with thrice the power of Jack’s attack. It had no effect. They worked perfectly.

They drain of the spell would be too great to give to others. I devised an amplifier for each one which I could turn on and off as need be. It was a short range of hundred metres, but that should be enough. Limitation of using a tiny amount of metal to scribe the enchantment.

I layered on my flesh enchantments some anti-sleep defensive shielding. I wouldn’t sleep unless I turned it off. I also worked on that any sleep magic would trigger a vitalising defensive counter spell anyway. Redundancy protections.

How would I protect myself if I was asleep and then attacked? Could I trust my senses to wake me up like last time? What if I was hit by long range magic or a trap spell of some kind? An arrow of divine metal when napping?

I moved on. I didn’t have answers to those questions. I didn’t need sleep anymore, but as my current condition was evidence of as well as the concerns of my loved ones. I certainly made me happier when I did sleep.

I summoned my staff. Time to think of offensive options.

Base of the staff I enchanted Jack’s attack into it. A slam down would activate a wave of mind breaking psychic energy.

I wanted more options.

Like one of those colouring in pens where if you clicked the right button it changed the colour from blue, red, green, etc.

I analysed the sleep enchantment so I remade it.

What could I think of? What could I add?

How about a boon for allies? It is for an area of effect or single target if I hit someone with it.

Instead of a potent mix of terror, despair and shock perhaps a spell to inspire hope and courage.

There I had three options.

A fourth one? I saw no use in inducing rage and inducing happiness or love seemed wrong. All the emotions were clearly false, far too intense tricks. Almost like drug inducements.

I chose loyalty. A strange one and I couldn’t place where I came up with the idea for it. A quick way to turn an enemy who hate me or is simply acting against me into an ally. It would save their life. For a little while, it would give them the chance to consider a different point of view.

I added a fifth joke option. One to create intense lust and sexual desire.

I could cast the same spells without the staff. But having the staff made for quicker casting and it had its own power source if mine ran out somehow. For the most part it was a distraction to trick others and combat aid.

The loyalty idea spun off into another possibility. The classic magical trick. Hypnosis. I was clearly going further and further into moral dubious territory.

I fashioned a small eyebrow piercing. Again pinhole small. If someone was looking into my eyes. It wouldn’t work on any magical person. Not unless I poured some serious power into the spell. Psychic stuff wasn’t my strong suit. I didn’t have talent for it like with metal or I hadn’t given myself the time to develop said talent at the source of magic.

Still, I could do it. I could force commands or input suggestions would be affect the consciousness and even subconscious of mind. However, it would be easier to just mess with the body. Tricky and nasty stuff. I’d developed a tool I hoped to never use.

I smiled to myself. I’d finally gotten over my resistance and improved my variety of tools at my disposal. I’d improved Tara’s hand with a new far more effective design and enchantment. All it would take was a charge once in a while, and even uncharged it still functioned.

I had the combat techniques and tools to defeat this new Unseelie threat, but I had no idea where they were.

I lacked intelligence, surveillance and communication networks and all that jazz. I had no spies. It had nearly cost me everything in this damn shadow war that was being waged against us.

I opened my magic and sensed across the entirety of Elkilbour I encompassed the city.

I saw the buildings and the people. I could have snuffed them out like candles. I extended my touch and felt them all across great distances. Thousands I could smell with my magic and knew them intimately. I tasted their being, but they were not who I was searching for.

Across the surface of Elkilbour I found nothing, but what I expected to see. Warriors as warriors, farmers as farmers and druids as druids. None of them made a terrible sound that rang with heinous magic.

Was that because the Unseelie were not there or because they could disguise themselves from detection?

I looked to the Roman camp. I repaired again the breach Mars had made to the box prison. I sensed an Unseelie there. I could kill them? I placed a tag instead. Perhaps they could lead me to their base. It did confirm my suspicions that the Romans and Unseelie were connected.

But the tag was dispelled moments later. That idea failed.

I pulled out and back into my body. I had the feeling I was missing something obvious, but I could grasp it for the life of me. An idea niggling away. I was too tired to bring it to life; I’d worked too hard and for too long.

A cup was placed into my hand. I looked at it. A cup of water. I glanced at the person who had given me it. Tulisa. She smiled at my inquisitive glance.

"You should drink, Master." She had switched to Master rather than chief after I had given her a new body.

I smiled and took a sip, "Thanks."

"If you don’t mind me asking, Master?"

"What is it?"

"What are you working on?"

"I want to ensure that what happened out there... what that cloak person and that monster did to us cannot happen again."

"How is it going?" She asked with gentle concern. "You’ve been working almost without rest even after you enchanted Tara and I."

"It is going well."

"I’m glad. You’ve been so worried about us. It hurts to see you like this."

"No, I’m..."

"I’m so grateful. I’m only alive because of you. Everyone owes thiers lives to you even if they don’t know it. I understand more than I let on, I’ve been in this world a little longer than most of you here at Penmagi."

"Tulisa."

She got down on her knees.

I watched her with curiosity and hopeful expectation.

She placed her new hands on my trousers.

"My master deserves a reward for working hard to protect us all."

She leaned in, her soft lips planted and kissed the head of my wand, after she had freed it from the confines of my breeches. Her eyes were closed, as she savoured the taste on her tongue.

"You don’t..." I started.

She opened her mouth and eyes wide. She plunged down on my length, engulfing my shaft into her mouth.

I shut up and enjoyed the hotness of her wet mouth.

"Oh yes." I moaned.

She glanced up at me, her perked up to my response. Her eyes were bright, coloured with desire and full, dilated with excitement. When she slide herself down on me , her tongue massaged me.

She was experienced. I would never understand why her ex husband would push such a wonderfully talented woman away.

The pregnancy issue was now more of a question than ever. I would certainly need to spend more time will Tulisa’s body before I impregnated her. Functionally it was possible, but they were way too many unknowns for me to just act carelessly. Not to someone who mattered to me.

She put my mind away from pregnancy and back to her passionate attention. She hummed as the spit sloshes about from my pre-cum and her tongue.

My head hit the roof of her mouth and she pushed me down deep to the back of her mouth swallowing my whole, holding tightly to the base

She demanded from her efforts I let loose. She eagerly swallowed all I had to give. I poured a pint down her throat and her belly swelled slightly. Eventually she pulled back and let out a loud gasp. She breathed. A trail of my fluids hung from her lips to my tip like a pale bridge that slowly dribbled down my leg and her chin.

She fluttered her eyes, cooing while she cleaned my shaft.

I was going to breed her. Fuck safety. I meant fuck Tulisa.

Then came a call from outside.

It was Byrette. So, we stopped our activities and called her in when we were presentable.

Byrette came telling me I was summoned to meet Morgana.

"Is it urgent?"

"It’s important, my lady is keen you should be there."

"Fine."

I followed Bryette to Morgana. Tulisa followed as well.

Blueballed from fucking the maid by my lover’s sidepiece who was acting on her orders. How strange my life was. I was rather sulky after getting my sex put off.