Blue Mage Omnibus: 10 Book Collection: An Epic Fantasy Romance Adventure Page 2

  Trystan nodded.

  "Then you have to do what's right for you. Get a familiar and learn more spells. I once felt like you did until I inked Red Fang."

  The barmaid placed two ales on the table. Trystan picked up his mug and held it before his lips, "Red Fang is a great familiar. I see how he adores you."

  Nia tilted her head trying to hide her shy smile, "I feel I'm lucky to have him but I think you need one of your own."

  Trystan took a long gulp and held the mug of ale close, "Maybe, but we should celebrate your acceptance."

  The two friends toasted with their mugs, smiled and laughed. The night ebbed on. Several more friends showed up to congratulate Nia on her acceptance. Soon the table shook from laughing and the air was filled with childhood stories. Trystan joined in on the fun but his eyes often wandered to Nia as she sat and talked. Gentle wishes bloomed in his mind. Nia was perfect and of course she would get accepted. Any college would be more than happy to have her. The more Trystan was happy for her, the more gloom covered his own heart.

  The room began to spin. Trystan laughed but his mind kept wandering to his own failed relationship and poor prospects. Life won't be so bad, he tried to tell himself. He will become a street cleaner and drink his life away to a miserable end. Just as well since the world outside of Sapphire Cove didn't want another inept mage.

  Trystan was ready to stand up and say his goodbyes when his phone buzzed. The young mage fished his cell out of his pocket and looked it over with hazy indifference. A notification blinked at him and he opened it. Eyes scanned the text across the screen. Indifference evaporated and his heart began to beat like a drum. The more he stared at the text, the faster his heart beat. Trystan stood up while Nia and friends stopped talking and looked at him with a bit of confusion.

  "Trystan?" Nia asked.

  Trystan's hand began to shake, "I...I don't believe it."

  "What is it?" One of Nia's friends asked.

  Trystan handed the cell phone to Nia. She took it from him and scanned over the text. A smile bloomed and she stood up. The red head stepped around the table and hugged Trystan close. The mage felt like melting to her touch, her ample breasts pressing against his chest. It was like a dream came true.

  "You were accepted to the Elemental College!" Nia shouted and kissed Trystan on the cheek.

  Their friends clapped and stood up. Hands patted Trystan's shoulder while Nia held him close. The shock was overwhelming and Trystan wanted to faint. If Nia wasn't hugging him then he would have done just that. Heat rushed into Trystan's face as all of his problems seemed to be far less important. The night spiraled on as another round of drinks appeared at their table and everyone cheered their good wishes.

  ***

  The night air was filled with song. A young man and woman hung on each other, drunk and singing melodies. Nia held onto Trystan, arm around his neck, as they strolled down the cobbled streets along the port. Trystan could have sworn the air was sweeter with each step they took. Nia laughed along as they both sang badly.

  The red head stopped in her tracks, nearly causing Trystan to trip, "We have to get you a familiar!"

  "Now?" Trystan said still not believing he was accepted.

  "Yes, now! How are you going to show up with no familiar?"

  Trystan eyed the red head, "Maybe I should get one tomorrow?"

  "There is an ink witch just down the street. I will pay for it and you can pay me back."

  "Nia...uh....I..." Trystan was cut off.

  Nia grabbed his arm and dragged the reluctant mage down the street. Trystan knew a long time ago that when Nia set her mind to things, they were done in short order. Trystan could do nothing but follow his friend as they turned a corner. It was then when Trystan spotted the neon green sign for an Ink Witch. The mage had avoided this street for years, not tempting himself to go anywhere near it. Now, in Nia's grip, he had no choice as they walked to the front door. Nia pushed at it and they both stepped into the shop.

  Trystan froze the moment they walked in. The shop was filled with potions, vials, hanging ingredients like amphibian parts and jars of eyeballs. There was a counter and two metal seats in the back that looked like dentist chairs. Nia stepped to the counter and rang a small metal bell.

  "It's late. The witch may be sleeping. I can come back tomorrow," Trystan tried.

  Nia rang the bell again. A beaded curtain in the back opened. Trystan tried not to stare as a raven haired beauty stepped out. The witch was tall with shapely hips and breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She wore tight, black leather leggings and a top that barely covered her milky white breasts. Bright red lips curved into a smile as the witch moved to the counter.

  "My friend here needs a familiar. I will be financing his venture," Nia said trying to sound professional but some of her words came out slurred.

  "You young mages, so happy to be of assistance, please take a look at my selection. Take your time as your familiar will be with you a long time," The witch winked.

  Nia dragged him over as the witch placed a rather large tome on the counter. Long nails with black nail polish opened the book and turned a few pages. Nia and Trystan looked over the selection of monsters, each with their different set of abilities listed below them.

  "There are so many," Trystan said hoping it was enough for them to leave right away.

  "You haven't even really looked. You need one before you can enter the college."

  The witch turned pages, "Two young mages accepted to a college. This is a time to celebrate. May I help you find the perfect familiar?"

  "No," Trystan said.

  "Yes," Nia said.

  The witch looked at both of them and turned her attention to Trystan, "It can be a daunting task to live with a familiar. Many come in unsure which will be right for them. Do you have any questions? Maybe I can help ease your uncertainty."

  Trystan was quiet for a moment as he looked at the monster familiars, "Is it hard to...ummm...keep them in line? I hear they can be very demanding."

  The witch smiled, "It’s like any relationship. There will be work but many are easy to influence and control. Their intelligence is not as high as ours and they can be demanding. What college are you going to attend?"

  "We were both accepted into the Elemental College," Nia chimed in.

  "Elemental magic is a very good choice, out of the four elements, which one is your favorite?" The witch directed the question to Trystan.

  The alcohol was still in full swing, “Water," Trystan said without even thinking.

  "A powerful element and one of change and flexibility, I have a large selection of water familiars you can choose from," The witch turned over a thick section of pages.

  Trystan scanned the pages. There were so many monsters to choose from he didn't even know where to start. The witch seemed to notice and picked a vial from a nearby shelf and handed it to Trystan.

  "It can be hard to decide. Drink this. It will help calm and focus your mind."

  Trystan reached out with a shaky hand, taking the vial. He gave a look to Nia who nodded and smiled. The young mage pulled the cork and put it to his lips. The smell was awful. Trystan closed his eyes and drank down the contents.

  Seconds passed and a warm haze entwined with the mage's body. With the added alcohol, Trystan felt like his legs were turning to jelly. The witch and Nia took hold of the mage and guided him to one of the chairs. Trystan babbled as he floated on a cloud. The ink witch sat beside Trystan, cleavage bouncing as she leaned in close. Trystan stared at her breasts, lost in lustful thoughts. Nia crossed her arms and gave a half smile.

  "I can tell you're hesitant but you don't have to worry. What are you looking for in a familiar?" The witch said in a soothing, harmonic voice.

  "A familiar that will be there for me." Trystan slurred.

  "Like your girlfriend?" The witch said and glanced over at Nia.

  "She is not my girlfriend," Trystan slurred with a faraway gaze in his eyes.

 
; The witch smiled, "You feel like you have no control. You want to be flexible and powerful. Is that why water speaks to you?"

  "Yes," Trystan moaned like a quiet zombie.

  "I believe I have the perfect familiar for you," the witch whispered to Trystan.

  The ink witch pulled out a small drawer shelf from under Trystan's chair. A row of colored liquids sloshed around with various needles and instruments below them. The witch pulled up a needle with a tube glass cup at the top. Her other hand picked up a vial and poured some ink into it. Then she picked up another and poured more. Soon the needle vibrated as colors swirled in the glass top. Trystan lay motionless as if sleeping with his eyes open.

  The witch turned to Nia, "Make sure to bring him home right after I'm done. He will need to sleep the rest of the night. The ink will settle in a few hours."

  "I will," Nia said with a nod.

  The humming needle came close to Trystan's arm. Trystan lay motionless as the tip penetrated his skin. Pain welled up into a storm and the young mage passed out. Heat and pain raged as dreams sprouted like trees. A tender wisp of energy touched Trystan's heart and he welcomed it with open arms.

  Three

  Shadows bled into distant memories. Trystan felt like he was floating in a sea of whirlpools. Odd sensations pulled at his spirit but on and on he drifted. Images of kids playing in the distance surfaced. Trystan sat under a tree, watching, wishing he could join. Instead he sat and turned to his notebook. Sunlight shined down around him while the tree cast a shadow over his young body. Trystan began to write, poetry spilling from his heart on some pages, words about distant worlds and fickle feelings.

  The images melted into the background and purple storms started to gather. Trystan fought to swim in the muck surrounding him. Wide eyes watched as hands clawed at mud. No matter how hard he tried, the mud and darkness piled up. It reached his neck and the young man gasped for air in an airless void. A delicate hand reached down and took hold of his hair.

  Trystan cried out as he was pulled from the abyssal muck. Despite the pain, he was ready to turn around and thank the stranger helping him. Vision hazy, he fought to see who his savior was. Focus fell into place and Trystan took a step back. Freya stood before him with a dark elf to her left and a busty, floating gray ghost to her right. Freya smiled showing a mouth full of razor sharp teeth.

  "I saved your life. You belong to me. Kneel before your queen!" Freya laughed.

  Trystan turned to run. The muck sucked at his feet as he tried to get away. Something gray flashed past him. Trystan looked up to see the naked ghost floating before him. Transparent breasts bouncing as she eyed the mage with sadness etched into her face.

  Trystan's clothes peeled off and the mage stood naked, black mud up to his knees. The ghost floated down, her legs disappearing into the mud. Trystan watched, helpless as the gray busty ghost slipped out her tongue and licked the tip of his growing manhood. Trystan couldn't control himself as he grew harder and harder. The ghost took inches into her mouth and moved her head slowly back and forth. She turned her sad eyes upward. Trystan watched as her innocent melancholy eyes took on a maelstrom of madness. Muffled insane laughter rose up as she bit down hard on Trystan's member.

  Trystan screamed.

  ***

  Trystan's eyes shot open and he sat up with a start. Instantly a flood of pleasure rolled through him. He quickly looked down to see a small woman between his legs, head bobbing up and down on his manhood. Trystan tried to move but his cock in her mouth made him weak with bliss. Instead he stared at the long blue haired girl. He couldn't see her face but he knew something was odd when he noticed her hands on his thighs. Webbed hands clutched at him with scales running all the way up to her elbows. Pointed ears stood out from sides of her head. Trystan tried to move but the girl's mouth tightened and sucked harder. Wet inches appeared and disappeared as she upped her tempo. Nipples from firm tits brushed his legs as she hungrily sucked on him. Trystan watched, stunned that this stranger was in his room, sucking away like it was the most normal thing to do.

  A moan rose up from the mage and the blue haired girl gave a muffled giggle. Turning her face upward, innocent blue eyes greeted Trystan while she pressed her tongue along the shaft. It was then that Trystan realized that this wasn't some stranger in his home. The events from last night came rushing back, she was his new familiar. The mage tried to speak but words were caught in his throat. The girl sucked Trystan down to his hilt and stayed there, tongue pressing and running along his shaft. The nightmare and waking up to this monster in his bed was too much. The mage grunted and spurts of come erupted. The blue haired monster girl sucked down every jet of come. When Trystan was done, she let go, sat up and smiled.

  The room was silent as they stared at each other. Trystan let his gaze float down her body. The blue monster girl had a beautiful face with large eyes and an infectious smile. The neck and body were that of a nubile young woman complete with round perky breasts and dark blue pointed nipples. Between her legs was a hairless tight slit, a drop of her honey streaked down her inner thigh. Pale skin travelled outward until you reached the elbow where skin turned into deep blue scales. Even on her knees, Trystan could see the same type of scales running from the knees down to webbed feet.

  "Good morning master!" the blue girl said cheerfully.

  "Uh....good morning," Trystan said bewildered.

  "I'm so happy you fed me. Your semen tastes wonderful!"

  Trystan could feel the tendrils of connection between them, "You...you’re my familiar?" The mage stammered.

  "Of course," The monster girl beamed.

  "What are you?"

  "I'm your familiar, silly," The blue haired monster girl said with a hint of confusion.

  Trystan shook his head, "No, I mean what type of familiar are you?"

  "Oh! I'm a siren."

  "What's your name?"

  The siren's expression fell deeper into confusion, "I don't have one. You have to give me one. I am your familiar."

  Trystan sat silently for a long moment, "You will have to forgive me. This is very new to me."

  "Take your time." The siren looked down to see come leaking from Trystan's cock, "Yum."

  The siren bent down and took the mage's cock back into her mouth, sucking on the end like she was having dessert. Trystan watched, lost to this creature sucking away on him. He knew the stories but it was just so hard to think that it was actually happening. Familiars fed off a mages body, storing energy to be used with spells, the more complex the spell, the more energy required. The mage's body would be a focal point while casting the spell but their familiar would channel the energy needed for the spell. Simple spells were easy because one could use their own life force but the bigger the spell, the greater the chance of using too much life force and dying in the process.

  Sucking sounds filled the room as Trystan put his head back. All mages were close with their familiars. It was a symbiotic relationship but a familiar could only feed by taking energy from a human. Trystan had seen Freya feed her familiars a little too often. The dark elf Loc fed off pain and humiliation. Trystan thought back to the ghost in his dream, Freya's other familiar, Cyn. The ghost fed off living energy. Trystan remembered when he walked in on Freya and Cyn one night. The ghost was sucking on Freya's nipple like a hungry child and Freya telling him to fuck her so she could watch.

  Trystan woke from his daydream as the siren sat up. Webbed fingers moved to her naked slit. The blue haired siren let out a little moan as she fingered herself. Trystan moved back and leaned against the bed's backboard. Looking around, he saw his clothes lay scattered on the floor. How did he make it back to his bed, he wondered?

  "Have you thought of a name yet?" The siren moaned.

  "Um...no. I will need a little time."

  "Okay. Let me know when you're ready," The siren smiled.

  The siren's form turned hazy, her body turning into a fine mist. Trystan watched as the mist spiraled up and stabbed into h
is right arm close to the shoulder. Before his eyes, the mist melted into a tattooed version of the siren, her body just as it was on the bed, on her knees with a webbed hand between her legs. The siren was frozen with a wink in her eye and holding up the peace sign with her other webbed hand.

  With a deep sigh, the mage swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The previous night was a blur of horror and bliss. Thoughts welled up and Trystan smiled to himself. The message informing him that he was accepted was still fresh in his head. A second later, the reality of being accepted really sunk in.

  Trystan's shoulders deflated as he sat back down on the bed and leaned his head forward. The elemental college was a two week journey on foot. Even if he sold off his meager possessions, he wouldn't have enough to buy a horse and enough supplies for the trip. Plus traveling alone can be dangerous with monsters of all kinds in the countryside. He could take the train but that was even more expensive than buying a horse. If he didn't figure out a way to get there, he was going to be stuck here forever. Or worst yet, Freya bullying him into going to the shadow college.

  The air was heavy as Trystan stared at his crumpled clothes all over the floor. A corner of paper stuck out of his pants pocket. The failed mage bent down and pulled the folded paper out and held it before him. He unfolded it and there was a map from Sapphire Cove to the Elemental College of Stukarr. It contained roads and drawings of forests, rivers and towns along the way. Trystan studied it before noticing there was writing on the back. Trystan turned it over and began reading.

  Trystan,

  Thank you for visiting my shop. You were very talkative during your inking and I could not be happier to know that one of my familiars will have a happy life with you. I felt a siren would be your best possible match and I hope you both have a good life working magic together.

  The reason for this note is to ask you a favor. I knew you couldn't agree while in your state last night so I hope this letter is enough for you to say yes. I did more then add a familiar to you. On your left arm is a tattoo of several stars for a second familiar. On the other side of this note is a map to help you on your journey to Stukarr. About a day or two before you reach your college, there is a ruin I need you to visit. There is a familiar trapped there and I have been looking for someone to free her. Please stop by the ruins and free the familiar there. When she is free, her body will join with yours, taking up where the stars are on your left arm.