WARREN THE WIZARD
CH 2
Wizard on the River
BY SW MO HERMIT
Warren, Gloria, and his people as he thought of the two families who seemed to have attached themselves to him, were well settled in on Wizard's island. He and Gloria had a nice, tight, roomy, and above all, comfortable house on the end of the island nearest Tommy's Crossing. His employees and their families built smaller, less spacious, cabins near the other end, telling him it wouldn't be right for them to live right next door to him and Gloria. He never saw anyone work as long or as hard as those two families did. He had quickly come to think of them more as friends or family rather than two ruffians (and their families) who attacked him right after he came to town.
They were growing a large garden and had some pigs and chickens on the island. They also ate a lot of fish as the river was full of them and they fried up very nicely. It was a beautiful day and Warren was reminiscing about the last four months from the time he appeared in this reality to the present. He missed his parents and some of the conveniences of his former home but, all in all, he was much happier here than in his original reality.
Warren sighed and returned to his reading. He was trying to learn more magic now that he was convinced it truly did exist in this realm. He just couldn't accept the concept at first even though Gloria had showed him some simple spells the first day they were here and he had used some the second day. It was difficult to overcome a lifetime of non belief but he had done so. Now he was trying to learn his new trade.
He already knew the magic he did was totally different from that practiced here and now. He had been a computer programmer by trade and he found his spells had a lot in common with the programs he wrote in his other reality. At first, he concocted the spells in his head using simple batch files and then executing them as if he was using a computer. He visualized a computer screen in his mind and wrote the spell to make whatever he wanted to happen as if it was going on in a computer. Easy to say and visualize but difficult to do in life. Many of his attempts failed because the necessary code was too long and convoluted or he made a programming error. Sure, some of his spells worked but he finally had to begin writing them down and cleaning them up as they got more sophisticated. It was especially difficult to do because if he wrote the spell completely out on one sheet of hide, paper or parchment it tried to execute. He had to separate the code to make it unintelligible to keep it from trying to execute.
Some of the time the separated code would actually execute anyway and do something completely different from what he intended when he added the .exe command at the end of the written spell. He got around that by just annotating "end" and knowing he had to use .exe when he invoked the spell.
He didn't like the way magic was done here either, however. It appeared a magician memorized each spell so he could use them. The number of spells you could do was limited by memory and the time it took you to memorize a spell as well as your innate ability to even do magic. If you had no magical capability knowing and invoking the spell would not result in it working.
Of course, memorizing a code or phrase took time and study also but he thought he could simplify things by writing the code then only memorizing the word or words to invoke the spell. For example, it might take a hundred or even thousands of lines of code to accomplish a task but he could sum it up with a word or words followed by .exe to execute the program instead of vocalizing the spell each time he wanted to invoke it.
He was frustrated, slightly angry, in fact, just plain pissed off by the complexity of the whole damn thing. Now it was getting too dark to see well enough to work any longer and the simple oil lamps used here didn't help much. With an oath Warren pushed back from his desk and stared out the window at the deepening dusk.
Tanya heard him and came into the room. She walked up beside him and began rubbing his shoulder. She asked, "What troubles you My Lord?"
Without thinking Warren reached out and pulled her dress up enough to run his hand up her bare leg. When he got to mid thigh he felt her shift her stance slightly as she spread her legs for him. He touched the outer lips of her pussy and she moaned.
Warren realized about then it was Tanya he was playing with rather than Gloria. He started to pull his hand back and said, "Tanya, I'm sorry My Dear. I wasn't thinking."
Tanya quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it back up toward her already wet pussy. "No, My Lord Wizard. Please don't stop. 'Tis been my greatest desire that you would one day take me."
Warren sat a moment without moving but his willpower was lacking. The moist heat and knowledge of where his hand was combined with being horny over rode his thinking and he consciously began playing with Tanya. She became more and more wet as he continued. All at once she screamed out her joy and almost collapsed as her orgasm tore through her body. He could feel her tight little pussy pulsing and contracting on his fingers.
Tanya grabbed his hand and pulled him up. She almost ran to the thick rug in front of the fireplace in his study. She pulled her skirt up and lay back , spreading her legs and pulling her knees up. "Please," she begged as she raised her arms toward him.
Warren was past thinking, he quickly removed his robe and bell between her thighs. She guided his throbbing cock into her molten core. When he was well seated, she slammed her pelvis upward and screamed her delight as he slammed down into her.