Part One: The Wizard Terrill

Thistledown ran her fingers through her unruly mop of fine hair, setting it into further disarray. She closed her eyes for a slow count of ten, and opened them again.

The six people, who had appeared abruptly in front of her, still occupied the exact same spot in the clearing. She looked closer at the group. In the short space of time she'd had her eyes closed the skinny little man at the left side of the group had moved a few feet in her direction. She watched him with an intense gaze, daring him to move. He lounged against one of the thick-boled trees near her left side. How had he gotten there so fast? He smiled at her, and his tongue made a slow journey over his top lip. Thistledown understood the meaning of the tongue protruding from his lips, the tip waggling rapidly. He wanted her.

He moved so swiftly that he could take her and be gone before she ever knew anything had happened. Thistledown shivered in delight and her oils began to flow as she imagined crashing to the ground as the small man tripped her, and then ravished her. She fantasized of him touching her all over with quick touches of his slender hands. Pleasure nodes tingled in anticipation... Something tugged at the disrupter gun slung over her shoulder. A shock, both of pleasure and of fright, went through her at the sight of the small man behind her.

"Hiest Wha, Viljo!" The muscular woman with the flame colored hair called. The small man gave Thistledown a wry grin, and returned to his place in the group. "Xatcel rho bedgine?" said the woman to Thistledown.

Thistledown shook her head to indicate she did not understand their speech. The tall, thin, all white woman with the pointed ears walked up to Thistledown and placed her hand on the top of her head. The woman's brow furrowed in concentration. A burning sensation flowed from Thistledown's head down to her toes. The woman stroked the side of her face as she took her hand away.

"Can you understand me now?" The woman said.

"Yes, I can," said Thistledown. "How did you get me to know your language just by touching me?"

"Elven magic, my dear," said the woman. "If I may introduce myself? I am Minette, the Sorceress of our Magic Hexad. The one in brown, waving his arms about, is Terrill, our leader and Wizard of the Third Level. The short broad one with all the hair is known as Ingvar. He's a dwarf and a priest of the Green Goddess. Fire hair goes by the name of Sharai, and she's a first class spy and Assassin. The large, handsome one wearing all the shiny metal is Walden, our Paladin. Finally, we have our Thief, Viljo.

"And you are?" Minette's pale eyes froze Thistledown in their icy surfaces.

"Thistledown," said Thistledown as she stored all the people and their names in semi-permanent memory. "I don't know this word magic, explain it to me, please."

"Magic is magic," said Minette. "It cannot be explained. Magic just is."

"But magic power can fade," said Terrill, walking up to them. "And it can go awry. I fear that my teleportation spell went badly wrong, and we've ended up here --wherever 'here' is. It is certainly not the White Pleasure Palace in Indobar."

"This is the Alpha Primo," said Thistledown. It puzzled her that the Hexad did not seem to know that they were on a Seedship. "Specifically, we are in the uninhabited Temperate Forest Sphere. I have not heard of the White Pleasure Palace, but I've not yet seen all of the ship. In what sphere is Indobar to be found? I think I would like to visit there."

Terrill sank down to the mossy forest floor, and arranged his brown robes in a circle around him. Minette knelt down at his right side and took hold of his hand. Sharai took her place on his left and grasped that hand in her own. Ingvar squatted beside Minette. He took her slender hand in his large square one. Walden went down on one knee at Sharai's side and held her hand. The Thief, Viljo, walked from one end of the line to the other and back again. At a curt nod from Ingvar, Viljo squatted at the dwarf's side, and touched his hand lightly with two fingers.

"Our individual powers, and our collective powers as a Hexad, are fading," said Minette, her face serious. "If we don't find a way to recharge ourselves, individually and as a group, then in a few days our magic powers will be completely gone."

"I'll be blunt since no one else will be," burst out Viljo. "We need sex. Good sweaty hot sex."

Thistledown's pleasure nodes tingled. She loved sex in all its permutations. This group of people could prove to be most interesting. She wondered if she should take them back to her father's House of Joy. No, she did not want to share this bounty with anyone. With a little smile on her lips, she loosened the ties of the cape she wore and let it fall to the ground at her feet, revealing a lean gold tinged body with small breasts, and blue-gold swirls in the area between her legs.

"Are you offering yourself?" Terrill asked. "Can you handle having each of us take you for hours on end without rest? Can you take all of us at once? We may be dangerous to you once the power begins to build in us. Strange things may happen at that time. Do you still make your offer?"

"I am not afraid," said Thistledown. "I'm strong. I'm a synth, and never get tired. Yes, I offer myself to you."

"We give our thanks to you," said all six members of the Hexad.

"Let's get comfortable first," said Sharai. They all closed their eyes. Terrill chanted in a singsong tone of voice, and a large round tent materialized around them.

Blue, green, red, and gold brocade hangings divided the outer edges of the tent into six small rooms. Colorful rugs, pillows, and furs covered the heavy canvas floor. An iron brazier filled with glowing coals stood near the center post. One by one, beginning with Viljo, the members of the Hexad made their way into their separate rooms, until only Terrill remained in front of Thistledown.

She waited patiently for him to move or to speak. She did not yet know what was expected of her. She only knew that they wanted sex. After a while, Terrill rose to his feet in one fluid motion, and led her into one of the gold walled cubicles. She knelt down on the soft woolen rug in the center of the small space and looked around her.

Behind her, the canvas walls of the tent had been painted with a grouping of red spirals. More of the spirals decorated the walls around them. The walls moved as a breeze blew through the tent. In a corner stood a lapdesk with a pile of scrolls on the floor beside it. Terrill tied the entry to the room closed. Thistledown shivered. Terrill knelt in front of her and took her hands in his. She shivered again as he gazed deep into her gold and silver flecked azure eyes.

Terrill calmed his mind. A great chance existed that the Power he needed did not exist in this place. He let his consciousness reach out for the woman, and recoiled in shock. No heart beat in her chest, no lungs breathed in air, no blood flowed through arteries and veins; nothing living and organic existed in her. Yet, she overflowed with the Power of Life. She burned hot with the life force, and her hands were warm in his. Every inch of her was filled with the thing the Hexad needed. He drew his consciousness back inside himself, and let go of her hands. It was time to begin.

He undressed, first removing the floppy brown beret from the top of his head, and then taking off his brown robe. He folded the robe and placed it and the beret on the writing table. Stretching to limber up his muscles, he turned to the woman. He saw the interest in her eyes as he ran his fingers along the red spirals that circled his nipples. He showed her the spirals on his palms, and the tiny ones on his thumbs and forefingers. Three ran down his spine, and two more decorated his buttocks. Having shown her the places where the Power would flow into him as they coupled in the three configurations, he knelt in front of her.

Terrill's red-dyed cock lay limp against his right thigh, and his balls ached in their red sacks. It had been a long time since he experienced the ecstasy of recharging his power. He closed his eyes and prepared his mind and body for what was to come.

"Come, and bring me to life with your mouth," he said to the woman. He knew her name but would not think of it until after he had taken the life force he needed from her.

Kneeling on her hands and knees in front of him, the woman lowered her head, and ran her tongue over his flaccid cock. She used her tongue to lift his organ, and licked the side touching his thigh. He felt his blood, carrying some of his life force, rush into his cock, as her tongue worked its gentle magic, and it began its upward journey. The woman held her open mouth just above the head of his swelling rod, darting the tip of her tongue into the hole. The first tiny flame of pleasure began to burn in his groin. The flame burned higher when she worked her tongue into the furrowed flesh of his sacks, and pushed the skin against the hard testes hidden inside.

Air hissed out from between Terrill's clenched teeth as he felt the woman suck his left testicle into her mouth. Ever so gently she rolled it and the sack containing it around in her mouth, before letting it go, and doing the same to the other one. He groaned when her lips encircled the head of his hard cock, and squeezed lightly. Using her lips she tugged upward on the head, sending a flash of pleasure down the shaft of his rod. He shuddered with the pleasing sensations as she rhythmically raised and lowered the head of his cock. He stopped her movements by putting his hand on her head. He did not wish to climax before completing the circuit between his body and hers.

Then the woman worked her lips down his shaft until it completely filled her mouth and throat. Her mop of white hair danced around her head as she moved up and down his rod. A loud groan escaped him as the sensitive head rubbed against the rough surface of her gullet. A deep tingling pressure built up at the point where his bright red cock emerged from his body. It was time to complete the circuit.