Miztal and the Spider Queen

I'm an old fart. I can remember when the History Channel showed documentaries of historical interest. I can remember when MTV showed music videos. Even further back I can remember when the magic in fantasy fiction actually felt magical--not some obsessively quantified and carefully balanced weapons technology. The story below is attempt to return to those days of yore...

Speaking of olden times, this story was one I discovered incomplete when I was going through some old media. If you pay attention, you will see where the quotation marks change, and you will know where I picked the story up again.

Regardless, please enjoy my humble tale.

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Luce and Her New Lover

(c) 2023 by Ted Ursi, all rights reserved.

"Tell me a story," Luce asked her new lover.

Miztal the sorcerer picked his head up off the pillow and looked down his body at Luce where she had just taken his penis from her mouth to make this latest request. He quirked one eyebrow at her. She smiled and licked him once with her long tongue. "Tell me a story while I suck you. Something with dark magic and exotic erotic love. The longer the story, the longer I will pleasure you."

Luce had not taken a lover for some time. The upper class men of the city, all those of consequence, were known to her and she found them wanting. Mostly wanting her late husband's fortune.

Lately, when she wished to go out but also wished to avoid her usual set, would take lunch at the far south end of the city at the Inn of the Blue Stones. This was a rambling concatenation of several buildings of differing styles one of which had a long, low roof serving as a veranda overlooking the South Gate Market and its eponymous gate.

Luce was taking a leisurely lunch of chilled star fruit and a light fizzy pink wine when she saw a gray skinned man riding in through the gate on a fine but skittish roan mare. The stranger calmed the horse with a quite word and an affectionate stroke of his hand on her neck.

Luce had been intrigued.

She saw that, from where she sat, his skin looked exactly gray. Not the gray of a exhausted traveler but the actual color of mixed black and white. His nose was straight in the manner of the desert people but his eyes were blue like a Northlander with the little fold over each eye she had seen on travelers from the east. He was dressed all in black but the hot sun seemed not to discomfort him at all.

When she saw that the stranger intended to dismount at the Inn of Blue Stones, she hurriedly took the opportunity to encounter him at the entry of the inn. He was perhaps a little bit shorter than herself but well proportioned and moved with an easy grace. When they collided completely at Luce's contrivance, he held her with small but very strong hands a moment and then released her. Those hands, and indeed his face, were covered with tiny white glyphs of some arcane language over very dark skin.

"Oh sir, have you been cursed by some vile witch?" Luce asked.

"Cursed Lady?" His smile gleamed at her in an almost frightening way.

"Those markings?" Luce reached out to almost touch his cheek.

"These?" He held up a hand, the marks covered his palms as well. His smile became entirely natural and boyish. "These are my power."

He took Luce's hand in his and held it. She felt a tingling to her elbow. "I am Miztal, a magician of some small ability. I am new to your city."

"I have never met a powerful mage before."

"Perhaps none that you know of. Could we sit somewhere that we may refresh ourselves and I may grow wiser of this town in your knowledgeable presence."

"No lady could refuse such a pitiable request for enlightenment. Come, I have a table."

Things had progressed smoothly from there to this point a few days later they now lay on the large bed in the best rooms of the Inn of Blue Stones enjoying an afternoon abandoned completely to lust. Luce had been startled but also intrigued to learn that Miztal's body was entirely covered with the white runes. Not only that, but they moved. It was hard to notice because they usually moved so slowly. Searching in vain to find a place not covered by the marks had led to Luce attempting to see if the marks licked away with her tongue. So far they resisted her every effort. Some even seemed to scoot out of her way. But it had been fun to try.

"I can tell you a hundred stories," Miztal said. "Perhaps a thousand."

Luce popped her cheek with his stiff penis and said "One will be enough--for now."

Miztal began his tale....

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There is a desert far to the south that is tedious to cross. I normally cross it wearing magic boots that allow me to achieve seven leagues of travel with each step. To go that distance, each stride would take me high into the air, of course.

One day I was hurrying along to some business in the east and not paying as much mind as I should. I knew in those parts there was a powerful witch called the Spider Queen.

(At this point Luce gave off her sucking long enough to ask if the Spider Queen had eight legs.)

No, she had the usual number of limbs arranged normally, but she could scale the rocks of that place with the ease of a spider. The region was noted for its many flat topped towers of bright red and orange stone. The natives have a word for them that escapes me at the moment.

Passing near one of these in early afternoon I found myself snatched from the air in mid-stride and slammed against the face of the rock. This stunned me and the next thing I knew I was spread against the face like a victim against the wall of a torture chamber. I must have been a thousand feet above the valley floor. The sun was on my left and descending close to the horizon so I must have been senseless for several hours.

As I pondered my situation I heard a scrabbling noise above my head. I looked up and saw a strange woman sitting on the vertical face of the tower as easily as you or I would sit on a carpet. She was naked. Her skin was a deep coppery tone. Her hair was a wild and frizzy orange. Her eyes were green. Her breasts drooped somewhat like that of a woman just entering middle years but the nipples were small and regular as if they had never been suckled. By civilized standards, she was a bit on the hairy side, but not horridly so. In fact, she might be considered comely if met clothed in the street in a civilized place. But at the moment I confess I found her disconcerting under those conditions. She had a curved dagger in her hand.

"I am honored to finally meet you, oh Spider Queen," I said. She did not reply. Instead she crawled down the rock as easily as you please until she was near my side.

"If there is some perceived transgression I assure you it was wholly unintentional," I said. "I will be happy to make amends."

Again she didn't reply. She pulled my tunic away from my chest and began sawing away at the collar. When she cut through that she clutched the dagger in her teeth and with both hands ripped my tunic asunder.

"That was very expensive!" I began but thought better of continuing.

(Luce, who's lips at that moment were traveling wetly up the underside of Miztal's penis, snorted, making an unintentional raspberry sound.)

For the first time Spider Queen spoke. Her voice was rough and strange as if she was unaccustomed to doing so. She said "pretty man, shut up!"

I thought it wise to comply.

(Luce snorted again with the same result. "Am I distracting you?" Miztal asked. "If so, I can stop." "Oh please go on!" Luce said. "What happened next?" She took his cock back into her mouth and blinked up at him brightly.)

She cut my belt and then all the way down first one trouser leg and then the other. It was quite frightening when the knife passed near that thing in your mouth. I felt my stones shrivel and my anus pucker. But the wicked blade passed by and I was unmolested, as you know doubt can tell.

(Indeed there were no signs of any scars that Luce could find and she nodded her head vigorously. Since she had the head of his cock grasped firmly in her lips, he was greatly distracted again and could not continue until she stopped.)

Soon she wrenched my trousers free and they were falling away to the valley far below. Except for the shreds of my tunic and my boots I was naked. The boots, being magical, resisted all her efforts to cut them, which is a good thing or I would perhaps not be here now. But you can imagine the odd feeling of unreality of being stuck naked to the side of a mountain. The view was actually quite beautiful in a desolate way with the deepening afternoon shadows playing hard black across the bright colors of the--ow!"

("I did not ask for a travelogue," Luce said. "Pardon my digression dear lady," Miztal replied.)

The Spider Queen now straddled my middle and said to me "Make it hard, pretty man." Her breath was warm on my face. She smelled--different. It is hard to describe. Like clean dirt, dried herbs, and perhaps leeks underlain by the smell of an aroused woman. I confess to feeling a twitch of arousal but insufficient to the needs of the moment. Rejoinders ran through my head but she still had that ugly dagger in her hand. I said to her "I would that I could accommodate you so easily Lady."

She put the dagger to my throat.

"That's not helping," I said, trying to smile. "I think things will progress to your liking if you will follow my lead."

I tried to look her directly in her eyes but she looked away. "Why won't you look at me?"

"You are a wizard!" she replied.

"But you are also much feared for you your magics in these parts. You have me at your mercy. I am a man who does not mind at all what you want to do to me, assuming a good futtering is what you are seeking. Is that what you want?"

"'Yesss... I have seen the girls in the grass by the water and the men on them. I know it is done and I know the girls like it. They come back again and again heedless of the danger from the lions and the hyenas," she said.

"You know that you can get a baby this way?"

"Stupid man, I know this. I am a witch. I know a dozen spells about that."

"But you never...."

"Cowardly stupid men always fail to deliver."

"I see." So you see my dilemma? I found myself having to seduce a powerful witch who already wanted me to futter her but did not have the slightest idea about how such things progressed.

(Luce giggled around his cock. Such a dilemma! "You think it is funny?" Miztal asked. "What do you imagine happened to all those fellows who failed her in the past?")

I tried another tact.

"Where do you put your blade when you need to use both of your hands?" I asked.

The Spider Queen grasped her dagger's blade in her teeth and waved her hands in front of my face. One of her eyebrows arched up. For the first time I saw more than negative and desperate emotion glinting in her eyes.

"Well that's not much better," I hazarded. "Now your sultry lips are unavailable for kissing."

"Kiss--?" And the blade began to tumble from her lips in the direction of the valley floor. She snatched and it was again at my throat. "You tried to trick me!"

("Oh dear," Luce thought. She comforted herself knowing everything must have turned out well in the end because he, along with his beautiful member, was right here now.)

"No, indeed," I lied. "Your spell has me bound securely, I do not understand why you think you need the knife at this juncture."

"It is my athame." As you know sweet Luce, an athame--ow!

(Luce, who was an educated woman who had encountered the word before in here extensive readings squeezed Miztal's penis quite hard and gave him a look that said "Really? Now is the time you want to be pedantic?" before re-engulfing the abused member. Miztal returned to his story.)

"Oh, I see..." I said. I gave thought for a moment. "Do you know what would look quite fetching? Even sultry and alluring?"

My captor looked at me suspiciously. "What?"

"Perhaps if you bound it in your hair?"

I watched her face as she thought about this. Finally she reached back and did those things you ladies do with such natural ease and the athame was there, seated in some improvised bun that was neither a chaotic bird's nest nor the opposite. Just perfect in its aesthetic balance.

"Oh yes," I said. "That is quite lovely."

Her lips quirked, not quite finding a smile but my heart lightened at my small success.

"You spoke of kissing," she said.

"Why speak when you have me completely at your disposal?"

She crushed her lips clumsily against mine. I opened mine and licked out, trying to moisten hers as they were parched and even a little chapped.

(Luce, who took great care to ensure her own lips were never in that state, sympathized even if unsure as to whom she felt the emotion--him or her. Probably both she decided and returned to playfully trying to herd glyphs up Miztal's shaft toward its head with her tongue.)

At this point her tongue came forth and we engaged in a lively exploration to our mutual satisfaction. Her breasts flattened against my chest and I could feel her nipples harden there. The sun warmed stone was rough against my back. The thatch of thicker hair at her jointure was on my thigh and a foot was rubbing up and down my other leg. I have already described her scent but at this point it actually became enticing. All this had the natural effect and I stirred into hardness.

(Indeed, Luce found his reminiscing had a positive effect on even his current state. She thought that soon he would reach fulfillment. To delay this she gave him another, gentler squeeze.)

Her lips left mine and her brow scrunched with concentration as her hand grasped my erection and tried to maneuver it into place.

"It might hurt you going in the first time," I warned.

"I know of what you speak but a carrot did that long ago... Oh!" Perhaps her maidenhead was already gone but my sudden penetration did pain her somewhat.

To say she was tight is not adequate. Likewise to say I enjoyed it quite a bit. If the back of my head was not magically bound to the rock I would have buried my face into her neck and expressed my pleasure with my lips against her flesh. As it was I permitted myself to emit a soft groan of encouragement.

(Luce snorted. "Permitted?" she thought. Soon now. Very soon.)

Slowly she worked her way onto me. I cannot say "down" as you must remember I was plastered spreadeagled against the side of a mesa--that's the word!--and the Spider Queen was now astride me with her body now nearly vertical to my plane but parallel to the natural pull of the earth far below.

Tentatively, but with her confidence growing moment by moment, her tight interior passage worked its womanly magic on me. Even as I am greatly experienced the uniqueness of the situation meant I myself was not far from satisfaction; but more importantly, so was she.

(Luce felt Miztal's cock begin to twitch in her mouth. She debated whether it was time to let his spend but decided to squeeze him again because the story was finally getting to the good part.)

The question now arose who would be first. I bit my lip and worked magical transforms in my mind to delay my own climax as I am a gentlemen and for me it is always ladies first.

(Such a lady, Luce thought. A naked disheveled man eating harridan. It made Luce suspicious there was something deeper. Regardless, she continued to suck.)

Now the witch was perpendicular to me, knees on the rock face to either side of me and her hands resting lightly on my chest, her hips were thrusting upon and squirming about on my captive member, not at all seeming to feel any deadly pull towards the valley floor below. Not even her hair showed signs of wanting to fall that way. Our futtering was truly magical.

(Indeed, Luce silently agreed.)

I said encouraging things and she made squeaking noises I found quite fetching. Her gyrations became suddenly more determined and just as suddenly stopped as she gave out a great wail.

With that we began to slide and tumble down the rock face. I threw my arms around the witch and slammed my boots against the rocks. This launched us toward the opposite wall of the canyon. I bounded off that and proceeded to caper about the landscape with my shaft still inside her and my arms holding her tightly to my chest.

"Do not drop me!" She cried.

"Tell me your name and I will ensure you are safe." I pulled her athame from its place in her hair and tossed it away.

"You are a wizard!" Now there were tears in her eyes.

I wavered for a moment but steeled myself. "Tell me your name!"

"Jeama," the Spider Queen said. "My name is Jeama."

With victory in hand I thrust into her and let go my--

("But you call your horse Jeama!" Luce had found Miztal's tender care for the beast when she had accompanied him to the stables earlier in the day quite endearing. "Indeed," Miztal growled and grabbed Luce's head, thrusting his engorged phallus deep, even as to pass into her throat, to finally release his spend. Luce was a woman of the world and this was not a novel situation, but even so she struggled to accommodate the volume of his seed. But she did and felt somewhat proud of that despite her sudden realization of her own peril.)

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Miztal's story and body having come to a premature climax, they lay together. Luce felt disquiet. Miztal knew her name, for a wizard it meant he had power over her. She wondered how to proceed from this moment.

"Will you also turn me into a horse?" she tentatively asked.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Because you can?"

"I am not that frivolous," the wizard said. "Besides, I do not think you would be happy as a horse even if you would be quite a beautiful one. Perhaps a hawk or a falcon..."

Luce picked her head up from where it lay on his middle and looked at Miztal with here best pleading look. "Please don't."

"I was only pondering aesthetically," he said. He pushed a tress of hair from her face and back over her ear. "Of all the forms your bright spirit might take, this current one is by far the most pleasing to me."

With that he pulled her to him and they rolled into a natural form known to us all. Wags have a name for it: "The beast with two backs."

Luce decided that the future might be uncertain but the moment certainly was not and resolved to enjoy it while she could.

THE END