GENRE: Gay Fantasy Erotic Romance
LENGTH: 18,472 words
Driz aspires to be a great mage but he’s done poorly the last few years of his schooling and cannot enter the mage university. Instead he seeks a mentor in the remnants of the once-great magical race of Melcovia, now mostly driven into hiding by the brutal government of dictator Congerson.
Cory has hidden out in a remote estate in the foothills of the great mountains and sorely misses contact with others of his kind. When he hears a telepathic call from a youth seeking a mentor and master, it seems a dream come true. But will the young man find him? Can he buckle down enough to learn the discipline and control he needs? And can he ever become the true partner and soul-mate Cory has never found?
When Congerson’s minions and a rogue mage strike the last empowered folk in Melcovia, Driz’s family is in dire peril. He must choose between staying to work with Cory or breaking his indenture to try to save his mother and siblings. Which will it be?
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
“Are you ready to pack your things?”
Driz came awake with a start at Cory’s words. It took him a beat to process them and then his heart sank to his knees or lower. “P-p-pack?”
Cory laughed. “Got your attention didn’t I? Relax. That won’t be necessary for a while. We may make a trek or two later on but for now, this is your home. How does that sound?”
“Like the best news I’ve heard in -- oh, probably since I learned I’d been accepted at the academy. I just hope ...” He plowed to a halt, realizing what he was about to say would hardly endear him to his new master. The rest of that thought had run something like ‘I hope I learn more and progress farther from my time here than I did from the decade there.’
Before Driz could say anything else utterly foolish or at least completely unwise, Cory leaned forward and silenced him with a smacking kiss. Wet, avid and passionate, the flavor and pressure of Cory’s lips on his wiped out every coherent thought. In a dim corner of his befuddled brain, Driz recognized he’d really never been kissed before, at least not by an expert. Cory was an adult, not just another experimenting youngster as he and his school chum had been during their affair. The mage had clearly done this many times.
Driz was not quite sure how to respond but then his body took charge and he kissed back with equal fervor if not equal skill. Cory’s nimble tongue slipped along the seam of Driz’s lips and then between them, slick as an otter into a stream and as agile and quick. When he gasped, which opened his mouth even more to the erotic invasion, the darting thrusts came quicker. Shivers flashed through him, feelings of delight so intense he almost blacked out.
When Driz sensed Cory was about to straighten and break the kiss, he reached up to wrap his right arm around the mage’s neck. Cory intercepted him, trapping Driz’ wrist in strong fingers and lowering his arm back to the bed.
“No, you’re not in charge here, lad. You’re the apprentice, remember?”
Driz growled softly in frustration but lay still after that. No, he hadn’t exactly forgotten but since his only real experience was with someone roughly his equal, he didn’t know what to do now.
“I think some new lessons are in order.” Cory spoke in a musing tone, as if talking to himself instead of addressing Driz. He twisted free and rolled away, springing to his feet in a single smooth, continuous move. He pulled a drawer out from beneath the commodious bed to rummage in its depths. “Ah ha.” With the victorious exclamation, he waved two thick cords in the air.