The Breeder Mage
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 5: Pirate Escape
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5: Pirate Escape - A horny mage travels from place to place, living several lifetimes. A man dies from an accident and wakes up mysteriously on a backwards world. A devotee of a naughty God, he enjoys another life there as a mage. He is nursed back to life by a girl, and she has her way with him. He is unable to fend her off. She, her sisters, and her mother use him for months until he is well enough to leave. He leaves them with three babies. There follows other adventures and women. 10 chapters. Apx. 3-hour read
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Coercion BiSexual Fairy Tale High Fantasy Historical Restart Science Fiction Extra Sensory Perception Magic Sharing
I continued to set a few broken bones, stitched people up, and helped people with infections. People in this world are not very good at bathing, especially the men. For that reason, they get more infections that kill them. I would bathe the affected area thoroughly, disinfect it with alcohol, and then use my health ring to help promote healing.
Meanwhile, I deflowered, healed, frigged, and screwed the prettiest females that visited my practice.
Many of my needs were met when Marbenna and Marbekka stopped by. They had become regular evening visitors and lovers.
I enjoyed Marbenna, while Almona enjoyed Marbekka.
Most of the time, I accepted one or two coppers from my female customers. I continued to charge men more. Their problems were usually caused by their senseless fighting. At times, the fights got so bad that I had to go to the tavern where the fight happened. I had to go there so I could care for multiple men at one time.
I charged men more money, and I did it on a rising scale. I charged much more for those who got into fights. After sundown, I became radically more expensive. My evenings are my own.
On the other hand, I did not want to charge female customers too much. They might visit a midwife and be more likely to get an infection. We needed women on this planet. They are the ones who kept humanity going, but I considered men to be sperm donors.
As time went on, Marbenna still did not want more children. Marbekka did, so I was happy to get her pregnant. That night was a fun romp for all four of us.
Marbenna and I had a daughter. My daughter is named Marbella. She is so beautiful and a real marvel. She also has red hair and gray eyes, like her mother and grandmother.
I occasionally encountered some conniving, deceitful women. I just showed them the door. Almona and Marbenna kept me fairly informed about which women I should avoid.
I was not immune to the asshole men around me, either. I lost all patience with the stupid assholes who went out of their way to provoke me. I always made an example of any man that fucked with me in the slightest. If I did get in a bad scuffle, I would beat them senseless and usually kill them outright. That way, I made an example that usually lasted a long while. It also left a few enemies behind.
When it came to men, I could sense a man itching to fight from a block away. It happened so often that I decided I needed to reveal that I am a mage. After a while, it was hard to keep it secret. I was doing too many things that drew attention to me. I wanted the men to realize I was a powerful mage. I had been keeping it low-key.
One big thing was that my walking around with just a sword and a staff drew some attention. When I got in fights, it was usually with little men trying to prove themselves. They would see this big, well-built man and think I was a perfect target for their Napoleonic ego. It was happening too often.
The swords ‘Here’ on this planet are more like fat, heavy machetes in design. They end in blunt, angled ends. I have long arms and can sense what others are about to do from their movements. That gives me a decided advantage over other men.
I was worried about running into someone better than me with a sword or a staff. That made me rethink things. I needed a better set of tools than an everyday wooden staff and an iron sword with its ubiquitous machete-like design.
I decided it was time for a mage’s staff.
I already had a well-proven fighting staff. I only needed a good gem to make it a mage’s staff. The staff itself was already almost perfect.
I usually fought using just the staff. I usually ignore the sword I have at my waist. That sword I’d only had to use one time. That happened when I was caught in tight quarters when I went to a bar to heal someone. I had to fight my way to the injured man, can you believe?
I killed every man who attacked me, and I did it brutally and gruesomely. You would think that would send out warning signs, but no. That’s when the little guys decided I was a Matterhorn they had to climb.
I also have a good mage’s robe. I actually have several now. Until now, I had kept my hood down so I blended in and passed like anyone else on the street. I did that to pretend I was just another man.
A mage hood is pointed at the top. With it up, it becomes obvious by its design that my robes belong to a mage.
After some time looking, I located a Sardius Stone. It’s a deep, dark red stone that looks almost like a fire. It’s so dark a red that it looks like fire shooting upwards.
I used brass chisels to shape the end of my staff to accept the Sardius Stone.
I made coarse and fine sanding sticks using strips of wood, glue, and two coarsenesses of river sand. I used the sanding sticks to shape the staff’s socket to custom fit the stone.
I obtained some of the local glue to attach the stone. The woodworkers here use a glue that is part hoof glue and part fish glue. Once it’s cured, it’s hard and permanent. It took some time and a lot of effort, but I now have my staff.
The first mage I had killed was the one who had the magic book. I was moved to open that book and study it again. After I finished my staff, this seemed important.
Until now, what magic I used had usually been in response to something happening. It felt like a natural reaction.
After that, I began to find new spells I had not noticed before. I read and reread the magic book several times, finding even more spells. It was as if I had to have a magic staff with a stone before these spells were revealed.
The first book was mostly a diary that the first mage had kept. I had been wrong. This was actually a magic book created by several succeeding mages. The mage who had this on him had not deserved such a book. He had neither the magical talent nor the fighting ability. He must have inherited it from his Master. He could even have murdered his Master for all I know.
I found there were three useful spells specific to my improved staff
Light
Electricity
Fire That evening, I walked outside of town and experimented with the three spells and my improved staff. The power effects were governed by how loud I said the spell and how energetically I moved my arms.
The spells for electricity and fire were short words. They were quick to use.
Electricity threw out a long bolt, much like a downed power line at home. It was good out to 5 meters. Further than that, and it could wander about too much. I may miss intended targets. It caused trees to burst into flame if aimed directly at them.
Fire was more like a focused blowtorch. Used quietly, it was perfect for starting a fire with damp wood. When the spell is shouted, it throws forth a long, giant flame and goes out beyond 12 meters.
A weak ‘Light’ spell could be used to illuminate the Sardius Stone like a 50-watt bulb. The staff, when used sideways, turned it into a laser. Used as a laser, its use weakened me fast. It took a lot of my personal energy to power it strongly. It had a much longer range, but it was not a good weapon for repeat use in melees.
After working with the spells for a while, I returned to town. I had the Sardius Stone at a weak level and had my hood up when I reentered town. This proclaimed to one and all that I am a mage. The shimmering red light alarmed some people as I walked by.
I had decided to enter town this way for two reasons. It was more than time for me to come out of hiding. To let everyone know, I am a mage. I also wanted to see what the drain looked like with the staff; lit as it was on medium, the Sardius stone glowed a rich red. I felt a slight drain from the light, like I did when generating electricity, fire, or a laser.
As I entered town, I swore I heard a cackle in the distance. Loki again?
I canceled the light spell at my door and went inside my home.
My sweet cook, Almona, had made pizza. I had shown her early on how to make it. I had shown her how to make noodles, too.
Growing up in the country on my Earth, our family did a lot of cooking the old-fashioned way. We made our own bread, pizza, and noodles, among many other dishes.
Noodle making was so I could add them to soups and stews. Something like Hamburger Helper, only tastier. Many European dishes use noodles as a base ingredient. It can also be varied by adding grated potatoes to the flour.
A savory piece of fowl or goat meat, seasoned with the right spices, paired with noodles, makes for a flavorful, rich meal. Using what passes here for a potato can often get boring. Potatoes and other tubers all taste rather similar to me.
Pizza was its own reward. Unfortunately, I don’t know of any tomatoes hereabouts. I never saw them at the market. I did not see them at the feed and seed store either.
I have a ceramic stove that sits atop my larger hibachi. We use it to make rectangular pizzas with cheese and other toppings.
If you use a lot of rich olive oil, it makes a great-tasting pizza. Tonight, Almona had added bacon, ham, and black olives on top of a white goat cheese. The aged goat cheese she used was tasty and added a tartness.
I told Almona several times how much I appreciated her efforts in the kitchen. Making noodles takes a day to make and a day or two to dry fully. After mixing the dough, it takes a lot of rolling, cutting, and hanging it on wooden racks to dry. If the humidity is low, it’s made one day and used the following day. Noodles are a basic recipe of flour, water, and salt.
Making pizza takes half a day. It requires yeast. Yeast is something they don’t know anything about ‘Here.’ Wild yeast is everywhere. It’s on grains, in the air, even on your hands. I taught Almona how to make a sourdough yeast with flour and water. You mix the flour and water in a bowl and leave it out overnight or for two days. When it bubbles, you have sourdough yeast.
You keep the gooey mess covered with a damp towel to prevent bacteria from growing. You have to divide and feed the yeast once it’s started. This is done almost daily.
Making and keeping yeast beats the shit out of eating the local flat breads. The flat breads are made with soda as a leavening agent. “I” can taste the soda; I don’t like its taste.
We keep some yeast going all the time. It makes a much tastier loaf of bread. Our flatbread is more like a round loaf, whereas other breads are flatter and harder. Yeast does a much better job of plumping up the dough. It’s also softer and bends more easily around a filling.
The grain here is generally coarsely ground. Almona has a fine stone for making the existing flour finer. Almona’s bread is the absolute best.
Generally, bread here is made with bicarb soda and buttermilk. Bicarb needs an acid to create the bubbles, hence the buttermilk. It makes the bread have a buttermilk aftertaste. It’s also a flatter, denser bread. It’s bread, but to me, it’s bland and strange with an aftertaste.
I have never seen sliceable sandwich bread here. That requires yeast. We can make sandwiches. Another thing we do is make a round loaf with dill. We take out the center and add a thick soup inside. The bread removed is broken into pieces for dipping into the soupy center of the loaf.
Whenever I go out now, I have my staff with me and my hood up. I kept my face out so people could see me. After a few days, I saw an even larger uptick in visits from women.
Eventually, some of the deflowering, healing, and the frigging business began to drop off. After the first two years’ rush, there were fewer maidens left who needed to be deflowered. There were, however, many women who wanted to have babies from a mage. Many of the kids in that town are mine.
Luckily for me, Marbenna and Marbekka visited us often. I really didn’t need more than them. Almona and I both loved it when they brought little Marbella, my daughter. They sometimes came at dinner time because Almona was the best cook in this town.
My three steady women got along well. When Marbenna and Marbekka stayed the night, there were four in my bed. Mother Marbenna was not into girl-on-girl stuff. It was usually her and me while the younger two enjoyed themselves next to us in my big bed. It was not a harem so much as it was two pairs of people who care for one another.
Soon after that, Marbenna and Marbekka moved it; it was better in many ways. My daughter was there every day now.
My next “issue” was that I was not aging. This may seem like it’s not a bad thing, and personally, it wasn’t for me. My three female partners, though, began to age. That sucked more and more as time went by.
It seemed like no time had passed before my daughter, Marbella, had moved out on her own. Being an outsider to our sexual quadrangle had irritated her.
Marbekka and Almona began graying while Marbenna was already getting geriatric. Marbenna was sadly not interested in sex anymore. She was also not as desirable, what with all her wrinkles and the sagging tits. It was sad watching my three women get older.
Eventually, an opportunity came along that let me leave. A neighboring city-state, a few hours away, was under attack by pirates. I told the women I needed to go help out, or the pirates would be at our door soon. I also needed to help the wounded people there.
I filled my bag of holding with my medical tools, travel food, and other things. We took sail on the next available tide from our town of Pale Bridge. We sailed a day away and waited offshore, a short sail from Lagar Town itself.