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Kylian Starshooter had been staring at the same scroll for the past hour. Every night for the past two weeks, he tried to learn the ancient spell that was inscribed on the parchment, but so far his arcane attuned mind could not comprehend the full meaning of the incantation.
Kylian sighed, "Damn you." Carefully rolling the scroll up and placing it in its sealed canister, Kylian got up from his oaken chair and stretched. Working out the stiffness in his lower back, he realized he had been sitting way too long tonight. He almost felt a full attunement to the scroll. Being a mage Kylian could learn almost any sort of written magic given enough time and he had a large collection of spells he had gathered over the years.
However, this particular spell was proving to be more challenging than Kylian expected. He learned a spell for manipulating the weather into a powerful thunderstorm in only two days. The spell on this scroll was psionic in nature and Kylian had limited practical experience with psychic magic. The only useful spells in that field he always assumed were telekinesis and illusion magic, but when he found this scroll in the abandoned ruins, he was compelled to take it and study it.
"Oh well, eventually I will master it. Only a matter of time," Kylian promised himself. "Speaking of time, I should probably get some rest," the mage quickly stripped off his robe and looked in his ornate viewing glass in his rooms.
He admired his toned body. He was of average height for a human, with a strong chest, and narrow waist. He wore his black hair closely cropped and kept his beard well-trimmed. His piercing green eyes looked back at him almost mockingly, "You look this good and yet you never go out and mingle with other people."
Kylian sighed. He hadn't lay with a woman in over six months. The last woman he was with sought to kill him. "The sex was great, but the typical tired cuddling was disappointing," he ruefully thought. Thinking of the encounter made Kylian's loins stir.
"Why the hell not?" He shrugged as he pulled his undergarment down and looked at his cock in the mirror. It was average size, maybe 6 inches when fully erect, but it was thick. He kept his pubic hair neat and tidy, and his balls were free of any hair.
He started to gently stroke himself. At first it was an absentminded stroking as his mind drifted through several thoughts, but finally he imagined a woman he met only briefly. She had amazing curves and beautiful breasts and the thought of fucking her ignited the fire of lust in him. He imagined his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy as she was bent over his table and he stroked his cock in the fast, but consistent tempo he imagined he was pounding into her.
With the image fresh in his mind, he whispered an incantation and the image in his mind came alive before him. The first time he did this spell the feeling of watching an illusionary version of himself having sex was unsettling, but now he felt it was the biggest turn on. Imagining yourself having sex is one thing. Watching yourself having sex is so much better.
He sat relaxed in his chair and began to stroke himself with earnest. Using both hands, he played with his cock and balls and built himself up. The illusion of himself was smacking the ass of the girl until her ass was bright red. It was rough sex, but it was what Kylian needed to see at the moment to get rid of some of the frustration he'd been experiencing.
Kylian let out a whoosh of air as he came. Satisfied, he got up to his washbasin and gently rubbed his body clean. He brought himself over to his feathered bed and exhausted quickly fell asleep.
He woke to the thin beams of the morning sun shining through his window. His trusted servant, Winston, obviously had come only an hour before he awoke to prepare a bath, as well as deliver a tray of breakfast. Grabbing a piece of buttered toast and quickly eating it, Kylian stepped into his copper tub and let the heat of water soak into him.
Being a prestigious mage had its perks, but it also had its responsibilities. Pulling a string next to the tub, Kylian heard the bell ring all through his well-built abode. In moments, a short, stout, middle-aged man appeared.
"Yes, Master Starshooter," the man asked with a bow, "How may I serve you?"
"Winston, I am naked in a tub, I hardly need that amount of decorum," Kylian laughed. He knew his protests would do no good. Winston was a professional, and always functioned with pomp.
"Of course, Master Starshooter," Winston apologized.
"Have we had any letters come in the post this morning," the mage inquired.
"As a matter of fact, yes we have Master Starshooter," the servant answered, "I took the privilege of bringing them here with me in case you asked." Winston pulled out of his pocket several letters addressed to Kylian.
"Well done, Winston!" Kylian praised. "Now go grab yourself something to eat and take the rest of the morning off. I shall read these and see if there is anything for me to do today."
"As you wish Master Starshooter," Winston bowed and left.
Kylian looked over the letters and opened the first one.
"Dear Kylian Starshooter,
Thank you so much for saving our daughter from those trolls. If there is anything our family can do, please let us know. Enclosed is a certificate of credit worth 750 gold coins. It is the least we can do.
