Blue Mage Omnibus: 10 Book Collection: An Epic Fantasy Romance Adventure Page 8

  Sylk took hold of her master and helped him to sit up against the old tree, "Maybe I can scout around and see where we are?"

  "Can you read a map?" Trystan asked with his head tilted forward.

  Sylk looked down, "I'm not sure but I could try."

  Trystan was so exhausted that he barely fished out the map from his jacket and handed it to his familiar. Sylk took it and unfolded it. Confused eyes wandered over the map and she looked to the sky as if the heavens would give her some guidance. Trystan would have found it funny if he wasn't so dead tired.

  "I will walk around and see if I can find anything," Sylk said with concern.

  "Don't get lost," Trystan said weakly.

  Sylk gave a small smile, "I can never get lost, master. I always feel you, even when we are apart."

  Trystan wanted to say the same but his eyes fluttered. Sylk stood up, her breasts bouncing. The siren looked down at herself and back at her master. With one whisper, a string bikini appeared and sandals on her webbed feet. Trystan managed a tiny smirk as the siren winked, turned and walked off.

  The mage's muscles felt like lead as he sat against the tree. Terrible thoughts flooded his mind and heart as he sat. Did Nia make it out of the inn? Is Freya still hunting him? Will they ever find their way to Stukarr? Are they going to die out here in the wilderness? Trystan fell into a troubled sleep, questions swirling in the darkness.

  Eyes opened and Trystan found himself in a golden field. Nia was picking wild flowers and Red Fang bounded in the background chasing a butterfly. Sylk was doing cartwheels and the world seemed right. Happiness filled the mage as he stood up. Nia stopped picking her wild flowers and looked over, red hair flowing in the gentle breeze. Trystan ran to her, ready to snatch her up and hold her close. He didn't realize how much he missed her. Part of him said this was a dream but he didn't care. After everything that had happened so far, this was paradise.

  Trystan was feet away from Nia when the sky darkened. Hands took hold but it was no longer Nia. Trystan stared at the raven haired woman in tight leather. The mage didn't let go as the ink witch smiled back, putting her own arms around his neck playfully.

  "Don't give up Trystan," The witch gave a peck on his cheek.

  "Why are you here?" Trystan said but the words came out slow and other worldly.

  "I want to help you. Sylk tells me such wonderful things about you. I'm happy she is yours."

  "Help me? I don't understand."

  "Are you going to the ruins like I asked in the note? Will you take a second familiar before reaching the college?" Gwen asked in a soft tone.

  Trystan was silent. He knew he was going to try but with how things turned out, getting a second familiar seemed to be barely a thought. Even in the dream he could feel the pain in his muscles. Uncertainty filled his heart as he stood in a dream, holding a beautiful witch.

  Trystan woke from his silent moment, "I don't know. I'm worried about Sylk and my friend Nia. We were separated and now I'm lost. If I find the road then maybe I can try but I can't honestly say."

  Gwen let go and stepped back, "The wilderness can be a harsh place. I have one final gift for you. Take it, whether you find the second familiar or not. You will be in my wishes."

  The ink witch held up a hand and it glow a pale blue. Tired muscles filled with energy. Pain softened and faded away in mere moments. Trystan could feel vitality return to him. The urge to run grew and nearly took a fevered vibration.

  Trystan bolted forward and lifted the ink witch into the air, “Thank you!" The mage said with heated excitement.

  "You are most welcome," Gwen laughed.

  Trystan put down the witch and gazed at her, "You have done so much. I will do anything I can to repay you."

  "Stay true to the quest and that will be payment enough," Gwen smiled.

  "Will you continue to visit Sylk's dreams?"

  "She told you about that. I will stop when you reach Stukarr."

  Trystan felt a heat rush into his face, "You can visit my dreams."

  Gwen eyed the mage and gave a comforting smile, "Maybe I will."

  Wind picked up. The ink witch turned to sand and flew into the rising winds. Trystan waved as the stream of sand coiled and snaked further up into the darkening sky.

  Trystan woke with a start. A second later he was on his feet. The dream began to fade but the new found energy didn't. The mage kicked up his legs and felt like he had a full night's sleep. The sun dipped low in the sky and Trystan looked around to see any hint of his familiar. The area was empty except for swaying trees in the evening breeze.

  Trystan closed his eyes and let his senses fan out. A moment later he could feel his familiar. Sylk was running back and her heart was soaring. Eyes open, Trystan spotted the blue haired familiar as she raced toward him. The mage wasn't going to wait and ran forward to meet her. Joy was written all over the siren's face as she leaped into her master's arms with map in hand. Trystan hugged her close.

  "I found it! I found it!" Sylk said with blazing excitement.

  "Slow down. What did you find?"

  "The ruins on this map, the arachnix must have carried us quiet a distance to her home." Sylk pulled back and showed the map, her webbed finger pointing, “We just came out of the forest here. The ruins are not far and after that is the road to Stukarr. We are almost there!"

  Trystan couldn't keep the smile from his face, "You are amazing my familiar. Let's get moving. How long till the ruins?"

  Sylk slid down to the ground and was bouncing, "The ruins are about an hour from here. We might be able to make it just as the sun is setting."

  Trystan pulled on the strap to his backpack and the mage and familiar began walking. Sylk kept pointing in the direction they had to go and the mage could just make out the pointed stone columns. Trees thinned out and soon they were out in a plain field, walking with newfound energy in their step. Renewed confidence filled the mage as he walked. Sylk talked and hugged her master's arm a number of times.

  Trystan could feel hope welling up. He planned for them to spend the night at the ruins but if all goes well, they will be on the road and at Stukarr's gates before nightfall tomorrow. Images of Nia waiting for him made his heart race. The mage simply couldn't believe Freya getting the upper hand on Nia. With any luck, the two mages will be together and they will have stories to tell.

  The sun touched the horizon as master and familiar stared at the ruins. Stone spikes rose sharply into the air and rocky buildings stood, ruined and empty. Sunlight painted the tops of the spikes with orange light as the mage and siren walked closer. The air was still and Trystan grew quiet. Thoughts of monsters lurking in the ruins filled his mind but they pressed on. Sylk looked to her master and became silent as they stepped past the fallen stone walls.

  An itch bloomed on Trystan's left shoulder. The mage pulled his jacket and shirt collar down to look at the star tattoos. They glowed with an eerie blue light. Sylk looked to her master and then eyed the glowing star tattoos.

  "Master, I think we are close to your second familiar."

  Trystan looked to Sylk, "You read the note on the other side of the map?"

  Sylk nodded, “I did," The siren frowned.

  "What's wrong?"

  "It is nice having you all to me. I don't know if I can share you with another familiar."

  "You will always be my first, you know that."

  Sylk's eyes watered, "As long as I'm your first, I can live with that."

  "Come on. Let's see if we can find the familiar and set up camp."

  Sylk smiled softly, "Yes master."

  The sun dipped lower as they explored the ruins. Grass and moss grew around and on the stone structures. The air contained a hint of wild flowers the further they walked in. The itch on Trystan's arm intensified. The mage could feel they were close. The light touching the tops of the stone spikes melted away. A bright flash filled the sky and died away like embers in a fire.

  A creepy feeling washed over the mage and
siren. It seemed to ooze from the very stones themselves. Strange blue symbols carved into the ancient stones as they walked, getting brighter as night covered the land. Magic pulsed and a sliver of confusion filled the mage's head. Sylk glanced over to see her master stumble and try to regain his balance. Webbed hands reached out and clutched at his arm.

  "Master, I can feel it, the mana around us. Maybe we should leave?"

  Trystan pressed on quietly. The confusion grew but the tattooed stars on his arm begged him to proceed deeper. Sylk did not feel the confusion but continued on with her master. If he were to encounter trouble then it was her duty to protect him.

  Trystan turned a corner to see an open stone doorway, stairs leading down into darkness. With nearly hypnotic eyes, the mage walked toward it, a mad smirk curving into his cheek. Sylk stood by her master as the mage stared down the dark stairway.

  "She calls to me. She is down there," Trystan said in a faraway voice.

  "We should wait till morning. It's not safe," Sylk said with concern.

  "She calls," Trystan whispered and began his descent.

  Sylk watched as her master stepped down into the darkness. Foreboding fear crept into her skin and a shiver ran down her spine. The familiar clenched webbed hands and followed her master into the darkness below.

  Eleven

  The air grew warmer the further they descended. Trystan un-slung his backpack and opened his jacket as they continued into the darkness. Sylk was close behind, eyes adjusting and watching her master step further. For a brief moment, mage and familiar walked in inky darkness. Panic filled the siren until a gentle blue glow greeted them. Trystan marched on, down the steps until they reached the bottom.

  Glowing runes lit their way down a single corridor. The air was stale and hot. Trystan pulled off his jacket and stuffed it into the backpack of holding. Sylk remained close as they walked down the dimly lit hallway to an old wooden door. The wood was rotten and it was barely on its rusted hinges. Sylk clutched at her master's shirt as he reached out and took hold of the door handle.

  The door creaked and collapsed. Dust flew up and the mage waved it away. Trystan stepped over the ruined door and Sylk hopped over. The mage looked around and took a sharp breath in awe. The stone room was covered in glowing runes, their light casting shifting shadows around a stone sarcophagus. Old metal braziers lined the upper part of the room, cold and empty.

  The stars on Trystan's left arm burned bright under his skin. He could feel the pull to the stone coffin in the middle of the room. Sylk stood back as her master stepped forward and touched the old stone. The braziers lit up, casting a warm light. The siren bent her knees, ready for anything that may come out.

  Trystan let his finger glide along the sarcophagus. Mana was spilling from the cracks in trickles. The overwhelming energy reminded Trystan of his connection to Sylk, invisible strands of mana crisscrossing the room like some divine web. The mage stood over the stone coffin and examined it in finer detail. A group of small holes covered the middle section which was surrounded in glowing symbols. Peering down, Trystan only saw darkness but there was another odd feeling like he was being watched.

  "Master, we should leave...." Sylk was cut off by Trystan holding up a finger.

  The siren looked at the stone coffin and watched in horror as something bubbled up through the holes. Trystan took a step back as ooze raised and covered the stone. Fire light waved as a blob began to form and move upward of its own accord. Sylk was by her master's side as a blue slime began to take shape. Arms and legs took form as did a head, neck and chest. The slime seemed to firm up, taking on female characteristics. The mage watched as outlines came to shape, firm transparent breasts and an hourglass figure solidified, between the slimes legs were a faint outline of a woman's slit. The slime's features took on long see-through hair and a narrow beautiful face. Eyes appeared half closed as the blue slime stood on the stone coffin, peering down at the mage.

  "I'm.....so...hungry...." The slime said quietly.

  Trystan wasn't sure what to make of it. He could see strands of mana feeding into the creature as it stood but it seemed to give off a hunger that could not be satisfied. The mage could feel the burning in his arm getting brighter and he grunted from sharp needle like pain radiating from it.

  "Master?" Sylk tried to keep the worry from her voice.

  "Come...to...me.......let me....pleasure you...." The blue slime whispered and began to step with ooze-like legs down to the floor.

  "Are you a familiar or a monster?" Trystan asked through gritted teeth. The pain was getting worse.

  "I'm...whatever...you...want me....to be. Let me....pleasure you," the slime moved slowly toward the mage.

  The siren couldn't take it anymore. Screeching, Sylk launched herself at the slime girl. The air vibrated with her siren scream. Waves struck the slime and its body jiggled. Almost lazily, arms lashed out and a glob of slime ejected. Sylk was in mid air when the glob of blue slime slammed into her, changing her direction in mid flight. Sylk's eyes were wide as she was thrown against a wall and blue slime anchored her to it. The siren struggled to break free but the slime held fast.

  Trystan woke from his trance. Ignoring the pain, he could see the slime seemed to be entirely made out of liquid. The mage made a few quick hand signals. The slime turned to the mage and let out a low moan before her body burst in all directions. Globs of blue slime hit the walls and Trystan's hands went up to protect his face.

  "Sylk, are you okay?" Trystan shouted as he turned to her.

  "Master, look out!" The siren yelled back.

  The mage stared down in shock as the blue slime began to reform. Twisted features of the female slime coalesced and became solid again. Blue transparent arms reached out and took hold of the mage's clothes. The slime was half formed but it was enough to pull the mage down to the ground.

  Sylk turned her head to the goo connecting her to the wall and screamed. The sonic vibrations caused the goo to tremble and burst. The siren landed on her webbed feet and was already moving forward to save her master. The slime looked up at the oncoming familiar and flicked out an arm. Another glob of slime released and soared toward the siren. Sylk dodged to the side and as soon as she righted herself, another glob struck her dead on. The force of the blow was enough to knock her to the floor. The siren struggled to stand up and opened her mouth for another scream. A small glob struck her on the mouth. Sylk tried to break free and found herself trapped.

  "Another one....I ...can....feed from," The slime gave a weak smile.

  The blue slime woman formed completely and looked down at the trapped mage under her. The slime made a strange sound and started to expand. Trystan tried to make a hand signal when goo closed around his hand, causing the spell to fizzle.

  "So...hungry..." The slime said as its eyes widened a little and its entire body split into two.

  Trystan tried to break free but the slime held him down. A second blue slime girl emerged and shambled toward Sylk. The siren watched as the slime fell to its knees and crawled to her.

  "Don't hurt her!" Trystan shouted as the slime stared at him with half open eyes.

  "Feed....we must...feed," The slime said softly.

  Blue tentacles sprouted along the slime girl's sides. Writhing, they moved and pulled at the mage's clothes. The second blue slime crawled to the trapped siren. Blue hands spread the siren's legs as a tentacle crawled in between and pulled off Sylk's black thong. Sylk tried to yell something but only muffled sounds could be heard.

  The slime pushed her round breasts against Trystan's chest and eyed him like dinner. The mage finally understood that the slimes were going to try and take their mana. From what he knew of these creatures, they could have easily dissolved his body but preferred mana more than flesh. As long as they were alive, the slimes may drink their mana. But if they drink too much, that may end up killing the mage and familiar anyway.

  Trystan tried to stay calm as a tentacle pulled down his pants and snaked ar
ound his cock. The mage groaned as the jelly like tentacle stroked his member, making him harder and harder by the moment. The second slime pushed its face in between Sylk's legs, a blue transparent tongue forming and licking at her thin line. The struggling sounds from the siren turned quickly into muffled moans. The slime focused as it licked and slathered a blue tongue along the siren's gash, opening it up and running along her clit. The siren's cheeks glowed red as she stared at the slime licking her between her legs.

  The mage tried to move but the tentacle squeezed his manhood. The slime pressed her body along Trystan's, legs straddling him. The tentacle made his cock stand up and the slime's thin line hovering over his erect member. Slowly the slime lowered herself, eyes half shut and mouth open. The tentacle uncoiled and slithered away as the slime's hairless pussy engulfed the tip of Trystan's cock. The mage took in a deep breath as the slime moaned, inches sliding in deep. Trystan could see through the slime as his cock penetrated her blue body. The slime moaned as she sank all the way to the hilt. Trystan tried to keep it together but the caged beast inside him started to pull on the bars. The goo girl began sliding on his member, up and down, taking every inch. Bent forward, transparent blue tits swung into Trystan's face. The mage tried to pull back but found himself letting his tongue roll out and licking a nipple. The slime cooed as it rode the mage's thick staff.

  The star tattoos on Trystan's arm burned but the tiny amount of pain was dwarfed by the sliding bliss of the slime. The mage never felt such pleasure as the slime tightened around his cock, forcing him to become rock hard. The room was filled with muffles, groans and wet sounds.

  Sylk's face was red, as was her chest. The slime plunged her tongue deep into the siren's gash, a small tentacle breaking away and massaging the siren's clit. The pleasure was maddening as the familiar's body betrayed her and moved against the slimes tongue and tentacles. Tentacles rose up from the slime's body and coiled around the siren's tits. The tips rubbed and massaged Sylk's nipples and she gave muffled cries.