The Breeder Mage
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 8: The Change
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 8: The Change - 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 stayed in Xyrisso for approximately 11 years. This time, I did not let any woman get too attached. That’s why I did not have to move on sooner.
Eventually, I decided to move on because, once again, I had become bored with being in one spot for too long.
I avoided deep female attachments. Doing that, I was able to avoid the heartbreak of leaving loved ones behind. I hate watching women grow old. It also meant I had little to keep me here.
I had things in my house and a medical practice that I had become attached to. I bought another, larger wagon to carry my belongings. I disassembled my bed and put the mattresses, one on top of the other, in the bed of my wagon. I kept my special chair for fitting moccasins. I brought my exam table and all my tools too. I made sure to include all my kitchen things.
I paid the normal fee a merchant would pay to travel with a passing caravan. I bought four mules to pull my wagon.
Sometimes I like to walk or scout, so I hired a woman to sometimes drive the wagon. She cooks and even warms my bed when necessary. Her wages were to be a large silver for each hand of hands, i.e., 25 days.
Side note, a hand of hands was about as large a number as the common person could comprehend here.
This was to be a pleasure tour for me. I wanted to see some of the country. I had been in one place a long time. I planned to move from caravan to caravan and travel far and wide. I was not going to suffer through chuck wagon fare ever again. I was no longer easy-going when it came to caravan leaders.
My eleven years in Xyrisso had not been wasted. I had done a lot of experimenting with cooling spells.
It is the most desired spell of all time, the much vaunted refrigeration spell. The spell was difficult, and I had dozens of failures while working it out. Anyone with good money could have a water-cooled box; my personal cool box was cold, not merely cool. I don’t build the ice boxes, I do the spell - for a price.
I had a five-cubic-foot wood box insulated with sawdust. It was spelled to remain very cold. I estimated it was 5 degrees Celsius. It held milk, cheese, and meat for weeks. I could chill anything, but the staples of everyday life were what I was most interested in.
I have no idea how old I actually am now. I had been here well past 60 local years, plus my other years back home. My body looked like I was in my 20’s, and not my actual age.
I must not tickle Loki’s sense of humor anymore. My staid existence had become boring to him. I had not heard a chuckle from him in a while.
Rocannee was my new full-time servant. She’s tall, slender, blonde, and has blue eyes. I can pick them. She makes my balls tingle just watching her walk. She has a soft, plump pussy that does things to me just thinking about it. The real kicker is that her pubic bone protrudes out, making riding her prominent mound quite enjoyable.
Many days later, we had passed through Tingla Valley into a forest. At that time, I got that old tickle in my bones. Our damned caravan was about to be attacked! I HATE this shit.
I immediately stopped my wagon and had Rocannee lock herself in. Locked in, she was protected magically. My wagon had been spelled against everything. I also spelled the mules to go to sleep so nobody could move or touch my wagon or my animals.
I rushed forward and had just neared the front when they were suddenly upon us. They had spread themselves out along the front of the caravan, and they were quite numerous. They came from between thick bushes where they had hidden. Some drivers barely managed to get themselves into their wagons. Others died where they sat, stupefied at the speed of the attack.
Something was wrong, very wrong. I was the only one putting up a fight.
I realized a sneaky, semi-powerful mage had spelled the ordinary people as he passed down the side of the caravan. He was invisible and had somehow hidden his power. Does he know I am here? One of my rings tends to make my power invisible.
I crossed over and rushed back towards him. My being invisible, he was unaware of me and did not expect me.
He heard my approach even as he had not seen me; I was invisible. I had been tracking him by the result of his actions and his footsteps.
He was invisible, but I could barely see an almost invisible aura. I clubbed his head hard with my staff. I heard it crunch.
After I killed their mage, the remaining caravan members became self-aware again. After that, it was serious as hell for the attackers as we turned on them furiously in anger. I zapped half of them myself.
It was a matter of going back and forth, killing enough of the marauders until the few remaining ran off.
The bad part was all the damage they had done. I was mentally of two minds, I seriously wanted to follow the murderers and fry every #@*~ % last one of them.
Sadly, I was stuck here. We had a lot of injured people here who needed me. The caravan was not going anywhere for a while, probably for a long while. I was stuck here healing the injured. Four men had been cut up and needed stitches right away. Two had broken arms from being struck with a club.
I was pissed off that I couldn’t go after the attackers.
I was able to treat and save all six of them. For the men with open wounds, I had to use large stitches. I need to move quickly so we can go down the road a ways. We need to get away from the dead bodies. There was no time for delicate stitches. I did the best I could to save all of them.
As far as the dead, I did not want to expend my magical energy by burning the bodies. Forest animals and bugs need to eat, too.
We collected what the dead bandits had on them before moving down the road a ways. Then we moved the caravan up the road a ways. We left all the dead bodies where they lay. Most of our fatalities had been quick kills near the front.
There was still a ton of work to do to get ready to move later. We were all tired and in shock.
Nobody had gone near the dead mage. I went over his body collecting his booty. I retrieved a robe, a bag of holding, and hundreds of gold coins. That fucker had been seriously rich. He must have been in the caravan robbing trade for a long time.
I was probably the richest person on the planet now. It wasn’t until the following morning that we were really able to move again. For all that, there was general chaos in the camp. One problem was that the chuck wagon people were all dead. Nobody wanted to do anything on an empty stomach, but nobody wanted to volunteer to cook. We had not eaten the previous evening.
I managed to get two of the caravan wives to take over the chuck wagon temporarily. They would make meals for the caravan.
Unfortunately for me, the caravan leader, scout, and key people from the front wagons were all dead. We were rudderless, so to speak. There was nobody left to lead the caravan.
The people in the wagons further back were the best off. I had gotten to the mage early enough that the back half had easily defended themselves. The bandits were surprised by the quick turnabout when people fought back savagely. Losing their mage early was the blow that finished them.
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Now we have mass confusion in the caravan. Nobody had volunteered to run things. Having been a staff sergeant, I realized someone had to take charge. I started barking orders, creating order out of chaos as only a sergeant can. With my staff lit red, I got no arguments from anyone. I was in a foul mood, and they could tell that.
It was obvious the bandits had done this many times before.
If I had just left the caravan to its own, these people would have remained rudderless and completely lost. They did not know how to come together and move the caravan along. They are just an average group of traveling merchants. They require someone of ability to lead. The next several days of travel were hard work for everyone until we established a new routine.
I assigned some wives to take charge of driving the empty wagons. They only needed to drive them to the next town. Their husbands would have to care for two teams of animals. Theirs and their wives’ temporary wagons.
Rocannee was going to care for my team and wagon. I was going to ride in the first wagon that had belonged to the caravan master.
Rocannee could handle my mules. She knew how, and the mule wagon was smaller than what the oxen used. Most wagons use oxen. They are pulling a heavy load. My wagon is two-thirds the size of a typical caravan wagon.
I knew how to deal with oxen and driving a wagon from having done this before. It took three days to get to the next town.
In that time, I had found the paperwork for the caravan. The Caravan Master ran it by following the same route each trip around a designated route. He had the list of places he stopped at. I decided we would carry on and that I would lead the caravan until we reached the end of the line.
I found later that many of the caravans belong to a large syndicate. It coordinates all the caravans.
I planned to leave when this caravan got to the end. That’s where the syndicate that owns the caravan is headquartered.
In town, I hired a scout and some drivers. I also hired women to take over the cooking chores and drive the chuck wagon.
While in town, we had the stable master look at our stock. He cleaned a few hooves and shod one of my mules. After four days’ rest in Elmburr Village, we continued on.
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