Coming of the Spell Caster

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The Coming of the Spell Caster

Spell Caster Series: Book One

Chapter Two

IT DIDN’T TAKE Daniel much time to clear the area surrounding Eric’s corpse. Once he had the area cleared and thrown up once, he looked down at the body. Eric had been impaled by two large branches and his upper torso had been crushed by the tree trunk. Daniel imagined it had been pretty painless. He then spent another hour removing the corpse and stripping it of all possessions. He had thrown up repeatedly during this effort. Maggots and other insects swarmed in and over the body. The state of decay had been bad. The effort to remove the robe, boots, and other belongings, including the spell book still clutched in one hand, had broken pieces off the corpse and released even more noxious fumes.

When it was done, Daniel had buried the body. He had no idea what words to say or even what God the spell caster might have worshipped. So, he made it as generic as he could and then covered the body with dirt.

Thankfully, there was a stream nearby that flowed down from the mountains nearby to the river. He washed the robe, pants, shirt, and shoes. Despite his best efforts, he swore he could still smell the rot of decay from the garments. He returned to the gravesite and sat next to the other belongings. He worried the gods would look poorly on him for robbing the corpse. Then he thought perhaps the gods would look poorly on him if he just left the stuff. In the end, his curiosity won him over.

Eric had carried a simple bag slung over his shoulder. Daniel opened it and saw darkness inside. He hesitantly put a hand inside and was astonished to find the bag full of items. He started pulling them out, one after another, until a massive pile was formed beside him. He had found four sets of clothes, one more robe, dress shoes, preserved food packed in wooden crates, plates, pots, pans, eating utensils, cups, at least fifty feet of rope, a small folding ladder, ink wells, quills, writing paper, a few smutty novels, a sleeping roll, pillow, lantern and oil, several metal vials of a variety of colours, an empty suitcase, a large pouch, a small pouch, and several scroll cases. And other things. Everything you might find in someone’s house. Daniel stared at the bag in disbelief. The bag was much larger on the inside than on the outside.

Daniel put everything back except for the pouches and scroll cases. He opened the large pouch and found it fill with coin. Platinum, gold and silver coins. Daniel whooped with joy. I’m rich! Richer than anyone! He already saw himself waving goodbye to the farm and heading to the city. With this money, he could buy a house and live like a baron for the rest of his life.

Giddy with excitement, he opened the small pouch. Inside was an egg made from solid marble. It felt strangely warm and far too heavy for the size. Daniel tapped it and turned it over before dropping it back in the small pouch.

Next, he opened one of the scroll cases. He shook out the contents and a rolled-up sheet of parchment slid out into his waiting hand. He carefully uncurled the top part and then squeezed his eyes shut. The writing had swum before his eyes, and he felt that he might fall over. He curled the scroll back up and returned it to the case.

“Spell caster scrolls. I heard you couldn’t read them without the skill to do so,” he muttered. He knew he could sell them, and they would be worth a lot. Spells on scrolls were valuable. The caster could release the spell with little to no effort. Daniel remembered that from lectures his father had given him as a child.

He let his gaze fall on the spell book. Rumours were only the owner could read or make use of them. Inside would be all the knowledge to cast a variety of spells, carefully found, learned, and transcribed by Eric. Rumours also said the book would explode if opened by anyone other than the owner. Eric knew both those rumours to be false. His father had, on occasion, come into possession of spell books. They fetched an enormous sum, especially from a seasoned spell caster. The knowledge of the arcane was a closely guarded secret by the spell casters.

Spell casters could cast spells from memory. The more difficult the spell, the harder it was to memorise all the details. Simple spells became common skills for spell casters. Lighting fires, moving objects, and the like. All were simple. More difficult spells required focus, and a spell book would be that focus. A well-written spell would provide a step-by-step process for summoning powerful magic to your bidding. Who knew what wonderful new spells a spell caster might have discovered? Daniel knew they would be in the spell book.

Daniel opened the book to the first page. Central to the page were the words “This book belongs to Eric Garcia, son of Duke Garcia of Lanceshire. If found, please return to the Dukedom.” Daniel gaped at the words. That ass was the son of a Duke?

“Oh, fuck,” he said to the mule. “We’re fucked, buddy. Fucked. His death will be investigated. It will lead to me. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck.”

The mule gazed at Daniel for a moment and resumed chewing.

After a time, Daniel calmed down. I should return this for a reward, he thought. Explain what I found. How I buried him. That won’t look suspicious. I’m innocent after all. They can spell me to confirm.

Calmer, Daniel opened the book again. He turned to the second page and found a table of contents written out by hand covering four pages, followed by several blank pages. The table listed by hand all the spells in the book. Sixty-three spells in total. Daniel was amazed. His father had once told him that very good spell casters knew at least two dozen spells. Eric had sixty-three. He read some titles and didn’t recognise most of them. The first one in the table, he knew of. It was called Charm Person. With it, the spell caster could charm his intended target and make them instantly like them. It had risks. For one, the person could fight off the influence. If the target won the contest of wills, the spell caster was immediately hated, and the target would know.

Suddenly Daniel thought of Grace and thought perhaps that was why she had hated Eric so much. He had probably tried it on her and failed. The bastard. Grace deserved better than that.

Curious to see if he could read the spell, he turned to the page. He was surprised to see he could easily read the entry. He flipped to other pages and saw he could read them all. Excited, he turned back to the Charm Person spell. The spell first described what it did. Daniel was pleased to see he had been right. But more specifically, it said each person had a will, some stronger than others. To charm someone, you had to channel your magic into the person and change that will. It was about distorting how the person viewed you. It even said strong-willed people could be charmed if the conditions were right. There were more details, but Daniel didn’t read any further. He had no magic. He would never be able to use the book.

He turned to the next page and saw the spell was called Simple Levitation. The entry described what it did, and how it was limited to what the person using the spell could physically lift. Daniel frowned at that. Apparently, the mind could only do what it has done physically with the body. That made no sense to Daniel. Magic is magic, he reasoned. To lift something heavier than I normally can, I should only need to use more magic.

The next paragraph described how the spell caster channelled their magic to levitate objects. Daniel blinked. Written on the margin, Eric had cursed the spell. It seemed he had difficulty mastering the spell and had reminded himself how to properly channel magic.

This is arcane knowledge! With this, maybe I can do it. Maybe?

Daniel looked around him and spotted a pinecone a few feet away. He read over the instructions for channelling magic several times. This is not that hard. It just requires a focus of mind. I need to open my inner eye and allow the magic of the world to channel through me and bend it to my will.

So, Daniel tried. He tried for an hour until he gave up. I’m no spell caster. I’m just a farmer. He thought back to the instructions. Eric had spelled out exactly how to do the spell. It should have been so easy. Open the inner eye.

What a strange phrase, he thought for the first time. No one has an inner eye. I need clarity. The only way I know to seek clarity is when I…

Daniel struggled to untie the rope holding his pants up. Finally, he undid the knot and shrugged his pants off his hips. He grabbed his cock in his right hand and started to stroke it gently. He brought up the memory of Grace kissing him, and his cock surged with blood and grew hard. He glanced down at his cock. It was a large one; he knew that. Veins bulged on the side and his head was enormous and already turning purple with excitement. He kept his eyes open and focused on building his pleasure. As his pleasure grew, he felt his clarity focus as well. There was only his cock and the memories of Grace. He felt his cum churn in his nuts and pre-cum suddenly made his jerking sound wet.

When he felt his clarity had peaked, he locked his eyes on the pinecone and followed the instructions from the spell book. To his amazement, the pinecone shot off the ground into the air and disappeared behind the trees. Gasping, his orgasm hit him, and his cock pulsed in his hand and shot rope after rope of thick, creamy-white cum four feet from him to lie soaking into the forest floor. But Daniel cared nothing for that. Absently, he sucked the cum off his thumb and forefinger and dried his hand on his tunic. He rose and pulled his pants back up and tied them. He was thrilled. I did it! I worked magic!

He looked at his mule. “I, uh, did it by jerking off. Shit.”

He sat and thought about what had happened. “Maybe I don’t need to jerk off? Maybe just thinking about sex, finding my focus, and then using magic will be enough?” His mule was ignoring him.

Daniel found another pinecone lying on the forest floor. One of hundreds lying about, he chuckled. He closed his eyes and thought about Grace again. He thought about her hand squeezing his cock. The promise of more later. Her tongue dancing in his mouth. He felt his clarity refine, and he opened his eyes and stared at the pine one and activated the spell. The pinecone lurched a foot off the ground and fell back down again.

“Yes!” screamed Daniel. “I can do this!”

One month later, Daniel had mastered Simple Levitation. He still needed to think of sex to focus his mind. But it worked, and he was getting quicker at it. The problem was all he was doing now was thinking about sex. And he was thinking dirtier and dirtier sex the more he thought about it.

He rewarded himself at the end of every day by furiously jerking himself off. A day of pent up cum would result in massive cum shots and he was impressing himself. There’s so much you could drown a cat in it.

He had experimented with weights. He wasn’t surprised to find he could lift almost anything. Weight wasn’t truly the problem. The main problem was setting your mind to the task and keeping it there. With his sexual focus, he found it very easy to keep his mind on what he was attempting. Eric probably used some other focus. Something that limited him.

There was a limit, though. Daniel had managed to lift the tree trunk the mule had dragged back to his farm. He lifted it four feet off the ground before he lost control of it and it crashed to the ground, shaking the ground like an earthquake.

His control of smaller objects was getting very good. He could lift a candle and move it effortlessly through the room and place it anywhere he wanted. He was quite proud of himself.

One morning, he rose early and washed himself at the basin. He checked out his cock and looked for sores and was pleased to see his constant jerking off wasn’t destroying him. He headed outside and looked closely at his crops for the first time in a couple of weeks. He cried out in alarm. Half his crops were dead. He rushed over to the nearest dead wheat stalks and ripped the wheat from the ground. Hundreds of cinch bugs swarmed in what was left of the roots. Disgusted, Daniel threw the wheat to the ground.

He recalled what Eric had told the farmer that day in the tavern. He had said it was a simple spell. Daniel rushed inside his home and pulled out the spell book. He checked the table of contents and found an entry for Pest Control. He turned to the page and read through the spell.

It was similar to the Charm Person spell except for insects and for an area effect, rather than an individual. Interestingly, the spell warned that the insects would need to be directed somewhere and it would only move the problem, rather than remove it. Daniel smiled. He knew how to deal with it.

He studied the spell for an hour, going over every fine detail until he felt confident. He had to test it first, and he went over to where he had uprooted the wheat stalk. Cinch bugs were still covering the exposed roots, munching happily away. Daniel called up an image of Grace bent over spreading her ass cheeks to him and felt his cock rise in his pants. He imagined her inserting two fingers in her cunny and finger-fucking herself. Daniel’s focus narrowed, and he cast the spell. He felt the magic come through him, but it had no effect. He could see the cinch bugs, but they remained where they were. More focus, he thought with determination. He had the image of Grace move her dripping fingers up to her asshole and circle her rosebud. He had her moan and whisper his name. His cock spasmed in his pants and rubbed against the inside of his pants. Pleasure tickled his mind, and his clarity grew. He could almost smell the perfume of her pussy. He focused the spell and watched as the cinch bugs in front of him suddenly scattered away from him and disappeared into the soil and the rest of the dead wheat field.

Daniel released the spell and drew in a breath. That was much harder than lifting things! By the Gods though, it worked! I just need to do this to my entire farm. And I need to destroy the bugs at the same time. He imagined a roaring fire and the cinch bugs throwing themselves into it, and he smiled.

He spent the rest of the day pulling dead wheat stalks from the field and placing them in a large pile in the centre of the dead field. Rather than use his magic, he opted to use his own strength. Sweat poured from his shirtless body and the heat from the sun was overwhelming, but he kept at it. Finished, he looked over his farm. He had six large fields, two of which were barren and waiting for the following year to be sowed. Of the four fields he had lost over half to the cinch bugs. Dried out stalks of wheat rustled in the breeze.

Close to exhaustion, he tried controlling the cinch bugs one more time, but over a larger area. Once again, he sought his clarity. He saw Grace using both hands on herself. Two fingers deep in her pussy, and the finger of her other hand pushing in and out of her asshole. By the Gods, he thought, she is so fucking hot. He waited until his clarity let him smell the juice of her pussy and he opened his focus to the spell. He applied the spell to the entire edge of the field before him. He could sense the insects cringe from his touch. He moved his gaze, and the bugs fled away from him in waves. He felt his focus waning and then sputter, and then it was gone.

“Dammit” he cried. He looked over the field. When using the spell, he could sense each cinch bug. Now he could only see the dirt of the field. But he had pushed the bugs away from half the field. This is working. I just need more incentive.

Daniel went into the house and came out with a flask of lamp oil. He emptied it over the pile of wheat stalks and then lit it on fire. The flames shot high into the sky and Daniel grinned. The sun was setting, and the fire gave his face a demonic look. Laughing, Daniel removed his pants and poured what little lamp oil remained in the flask on his hands. He grabbed his cock and started stroking and imagined him kneeling before Grace. He pulled her hands away and with one thrust buried his shaft into her cunt. She arched her back in ecstasy. Daniel could feel her pussy grip him and hold tight, not wanting him to remove it. He pulled back until the fat mushroom head of his cock threatened to fall out, and he thrust deep inside her again. He stroked his cock, loving the feel of the oil on the skin. It was so slick. So sensual. Daniel felt cum boil in his nuts. He let go of his cock and fought the need to ejaculate. In a moment, he carefully took his cock back in his hand and edged himself close to orgasm. In his mind, he continued to thrust deep into Grace. She was fingering her asshole and he could feel her finger rubbing against his cock as he thrust in her pussy. His clarity snapped to the tightest focus he had ever had. He opened his eyes and cast the spell. His mind reached out to all the cinch bugs in the field. He forced them to flee toward the roaring fire. His demand over-ruled their instinctual fear of fire, and they plunged into the flames with abandon. He let out a yell and then turned toward the other fields. He found the cinch bugs and drove them toward his fire. Massive amounts of cinch bugs roiled across the ground, aiming for the fire. The fire hissed and popped, and the smell of burning insects filled the air.

In moments, the fields were clear, but Daniel had to be certain. He reached out to the surrounding area around his farm and found more infestations. He drove the bugs to his fire. He furiously held off coming and kept the image of his cock driving in and out of Grace. She looked back at him and announced she was going to cum. She drove a second finger into her ass and Daniel thrust deep within her and held his cock and balls tight against her pussy and clitoris. He held himself tight against her and pushed harder, smashing his cock and balls against her clitoris. The end of his cock rubbed against her cervix and she spasmed under him. He felt her pussy flood and drip down his balls. Her head was held back in a silent scream, and suddenly she sucked in air, and started praying to the Gods for it to never end. Daniel felt the last of the cinch bugs suicide into the fire and released the spell and his orgasm. He watched a thick rope of white cum explode in a solid arc toward the fire and land ten feet from him. A second rope pulsed out of him and landed five feet from him. Three more ropes jetted from him before he collapsed to his knees in the dirt, cum still dripping from his cock. His last image of Grace had her holding his head in her hands and kissing him. He smiled and sat on the dirt, spent.

“I need to get laid…”

End of Chapter Two

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