Academy Rebels, page 7
part #1 of Card Mage Series
Seeing the beds, she helped the mage along. Dax barely pointed to one of the beds. Fern nodded and pulled him over to it. With a heave, she spun him around and he fell on his back onto the bed.
Dax mumbled incoherently as Fern took in her surroundings. The dorm was simple, a large room with two beds and two desks. A single window looked out to the courtyard. To the right was a small kitchen. To the left was a small bathroom. Two shelves were at the foot of the beds but they overflowed with books, to the point there were several stacks of books on the floor.
“Why…is your hair…red?” Dax forced himself to be coherent.
Fern turned her attention to the mage as he lay on his back, his gaze on her.
The fairy hugged her waist and looked away. “It’s embarrassing.”
Dax struggled to sit up. When that didn’t work, he beckoned her closer. Fern stepped closer, looking down at Dax’s bright eyes and warm smile.
“We are the Heroes of Kinarth. We shouldn’t be embarrassed at who we are,” Dax’s words smooth as silk.
Fern blinked as she looked down on him, his handsome features and bright spirit all she could see.
“Sometimes, fairy hair changes color to our mood,” Fern looked away.
Dax nodded while still on his back. “What does red mean? And, what about the lights?”
Fern bit her lip before she looked back to him. The pinpoints of lights appeared around her head again.
“The hair color means I’m having a strong emotion. The lights mean I’m turned on,” Fern said matter of fact.
Dax sobered up a little more as he was able to sit up.
“Lay down,” Fern said in a low tone.
Dax ignored her and smiled, “Turned on? Really?”
The fairy looked at him, mentally choosing her words before she spoke. “Dax, I liked you when I met you at the party, but I didn’t know you. I still don’t know you, but what I saw back at the club meeting was beautiful. Your spirit soared and it infected everyone there.”
Fern sat down on the edge of the bed, her wings fluttering. “When…fairies wish to mate, a crown of lights appears around our heads and sometimes an aura. My people love to drink and the lights show we are…wanting. It has been like that since the beginning of our history.”
“I didn’t know that,” Dax smirked.
“You know nothing, Dax Sage,” Fern returned his smirk with her own.
The mage found himself turning onto his side, facing the beautiful fairy.
Fern looked to the mage, his silence killing her. “I know I’m odd. I’m the first berserker fairy ever. Please, don’t make me feel self-conscious about it.”
Dax gave her a confused look. “Self-conscious? You shouldn’t feel that way. I think it’s beautiful, you’re beautiful.”
Fern stared. “Why did you…disappear after the party? The real reason?”
Dax was silent for a moment before his lips parted. “I didn’t think I would be at the Academy much longer. I…didn’t want any friendships because I thought I would be going home soon. My casting ability is very slow and it was only a matter of time before the Academy realized I wouldn’t be a good champion.”
Fern nodded. “I can understand what you mean. My village was happy I was going to Kinarth. Then they laughed when I told them I was going to train as a berserker. There are no fairy berserkers, but my human bloodline says something different.”
Dax blinked. “You’re part human?”
Fern nodded. “My grandfather fell in love with my grandmother. He was human and she was fairy folk. They had a dozen children and each of them grew up to have many more. Because of his blood, I am able to control my impulses better. Most fairies are lazy, impulsive, lackadaisical and drunks. They do like magic, anything to make things easier.
“Growing up in my village, it burned me up to see them so drunk and lazy. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good drink and I have my moments where getting out of bed is like climbing a tall tree, but my grandfather was a warrior during the Void War. He had a deep rage that only my grandmother was able to tame.”
Fern sighed before her shoulders sunk down. “When I was visiting my human side of the family, they laughed at me too for wanting to become a berserker. They laughed right up to the point I punched one of my second cousins, knocking him out cold.”
“You seem to like punching people,” Dax said.
Fern nodded. “Only the rude ones. Don’t be rude and you won’t get punched.”
Dax gave Fern a nervous glance. “Sorry…if I was rude at the party.”
Fern’s eyes lit up. “That’s right, you were rude. You should be punished.”
The mage kept his nervous smile as Fern turned her body to him, leaned down, her hand cupping his cheek and kissed him. Lights appeared again, but the pair didn’t notice, eyes closed and lips lingering. The warmth between them grew and when they pulled away, their eyes opened, savoring each other’s tastes.
“You’re glowing,” Dax smiled as he looked at the floating lights above her head.
“You were too, when you were casting your spells,” Fern said in a sultry whisper.
Dax reached up and ran the back of his fingers down Fern’s cheek. The glowing lights grew brighter as heat rushed to Fern’s cheeks. Heat bloomed between them, stoking the fiery blaze.
“Are you okay,” Fern asked with sultry eyes.
“I think I’ve sobered up some. Why do you ask?”
The fairy stood up and began unlatching her leather suit. Wings folded back as the top slipped from her shoulders, exposing her upper body. Her breasts bounced as pink nipples stood on their own. The leather top fell to the floor and Fern looked to Dax with warmth, glowing lights forming above her head making a makeshift crown.
“Get undressed,” Fern whispered.
Dax sat up and began pulling at his clothes. Robe opened, he pulled it from his body, bunched it up and threw it across the room. Small clothes were next as Fern’s fingers slipped into her waistband and snaked her hips out of her leather leggings. Red hair between her legs glowed as she slipped her leggings down to her ankles, Dax unable to take his eyes off of her.
Fern stood by the edge of the bed, naked. Her gaze ran along Dax’s body, seeing his fit form and growing manhood. The lights twinkled over her head as she was nearly lighting up the room.
Dax admired the five-foot tall fairy. Smooth, silky skin glowed from her crown of light. A wanting filled her almond shaped eyes. Invisible energy bloomed between them for a long moment before she slipped into bed. Bodies touched and Dax’s member bounced. Fingers ran down his shaft as Fern ignored Dax’s gaze, teasing him.
The bed grew warmer as Dax placed his hand on Fern’s hip and pressed his lips to her neck. The fairy shuddered before gently grasping the mage’s cock and stroking. Dax’s hands explored Fern’s curves before taking hold of her ass and giving it a squeeze. A giggle floated up between them and Fern kissed his chest.
Bodies writhed to playful touches, Dax’s eyes drinking in Fern’s beauty as she snuggled her head to his chest. He noticed the twelve-point star tattoo on her back-shoulder blade. Fern pulled back, glancing at Dax’s twelve-point star tattoo on his arm. The couple lingered, enjoying the sweet sensations.
“Don’t come until I tell you,” Fern smiled before her body slid down against his.
Dax remained silent as Fern looked up with a wicked grin. Hand on Dax’s hip, she pushed him onto his back, her upper body between his parted thighs. A breath later, her lips closed down around his throbbing member, slowly sliding down, inch after inch.
Dax’s head fell back into the pillow, his eyes wide as bliss crawled up his body. He felt every nuance as her tongue licked and her lips stayed firm. The teasing caused his heart to hammer in his chest as she played with his cock, licking and sucking. Soon, wet sounds rose up and it only added to the mood.
It’s been a while. Keep it together.
As if hearing the mage’s thoughts, Fern increased the tempo, head bobbing as her tongue pressed just under the head, along the sensitive flesh.
“Fuck,” Dax said, unable to remain quiet.
Muffled moans vibrated and Dax was gritting his teeth in restraint. Fern closed her eyes, enjoying his musk and taste. Wetness bloomed between her own thighs and a hand snaked down, massaging herself. Finger sliding over her own clit, the fairy moaned louder as she engulfed Dax’s member, lips touching the base.
Dax’s entire body pulsed with need, ready to unleash his very soul into Fern’s throat. Her words lingered in his mind and he clamped down control. Trying to distract himself, he thought about his new kind of spell casting from earlier in the evening, but that only made him harder.
Fern pulled her head back, pre-come touching her tongue. Lips letting go of his cock, the fairy pulled her head up, panting and weakness in her eyes. A finger rubbed her engorged clit as hips moved. Heat and light danced before she shuddered and let out a weak moan.
Dax couldn’t hold back any more. The mage curled his body up and took hold of the fairy. Fern didn’t fight him as he pulled her up and pushed her onto her back. Moving over her, his cock was iron hard. Fern let out a wanting gasp, her thighs spread and finger making slow circles. The orgasm blasted every nerve in her body as she begged with her whimpers.
The mage moved his hips, pressing his thick head to her fiery womanhood. There was some resistance, but wetness flowed like a river. Dax ran fingers along her burning skin as his hips worked. The moment he pushed in, Fern’s eyes rolled into her head and fluttered, the emptiness inside filling up.
“Don’t…be gentle,” the fairy hissed as she was lost to an ocean of bliss.
Dax barely controlled himself, moving slowly, back and forth. She teased him and now he wanted to tease her. Fern’s legs wrapped around his waist when he thrust down to the hilt. When he pulled back, he didn’t get far as she tensed her legs and forced him back into her. Her legs dictated the speed and depth and the mage found himself complying to Fern’s whims.
Moans rose up and soon both lovers sang the same song. The heat between them was suffocating, but they couldn’t slow or stop themselves. Dax squeezed one of Fern’s firm breasts as his mouth latched onto the other one. His tongue licking, the fairy moaned louder. Their hips continued their intimate dance until Dax let out a small growl.
Fern’s eyes rolled back into place and widened as Dax’s hips thrust with a soul crushing need. The mage lifted his head and the pair stared into each other’s eyes and bodies moved of their own accord. Fern squeezed the mage and the mage pushed deeper. The music reached its crescendo.
“Come on my belly,” Fern whispered.
Dax could barely understand the words as maddening need took root. With a loud groan, he pulled out and stroked his member. White seed burst from the tip and splashed on her flawless skin. Fern moaned and smiled as she rubbed it onto her skin, the lights above her head twinkling.
Dax panted as he saw the look of satisfaction on Fern’s face. Then, he looked down at himself and saw that his cock was not wilting.
“I’m really turned on,” the mage laughed.
Fern slammed her palm into the mage’s shoulder. He went flying into the wall and falling back onto the bed. The shock stunned him as Fern was on top of him, pressing her wet valley to his still standing member.
“It’s the mana of the island. Just go with it,” the fairy said with a wicked grin as she sank down on his hard inches until their bodies met.
There was a click at the front door.
Fern grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her entire body. Dax was trapped on his back as he lifted his head and looked over Fern’s covered body.
Symon stepped in and nearly stumbled forward; his eyes wide. The spellsword laughed to himself until he saw Dax in bed, a covered mound over him.
“Are you two having sex?” the spellsword chuckled.
Dax simply grinned as Fern moved her hips. The mound moved with barely a humanoid shape to it, but the small moan was unmistakable.
Symon shook his head. “I need some sleep so keep it down.”
The spellsword made his way to his bed and flopped down. Kicking his boots off, he didn’t bother to undress as he turned on his side, his back to the engaged couple.
“We’re not stopping,” Fern whispered.
Dax simply laid there, staring at the ceiling as Fern had her way with him. Soon, Symon’s snoring filled the room, small moans joining his slumbering song.
***
Dax walked along the courtyard with a small smile. Symon glanced over and shook his head.
The mage felt lighter as he walked. Thinking about last night only made him happier. Fern stayed for a few hours before she got dressed, kissed him, and left. His body sore, it didn’t faze the mage as relief washed over his spirit.
“So, you had fun last night,” Symon smirked.
Dax nodded. “Yea. How was it with Zarra and Vance?”
Symon shrugged. “Zarra drank the third barrel and she turned into almost a different person. She danced a little and slurred as she talked. Her tail appeared and hit the floor so hard, we thought she cracked the foundation.
“It wasn’t long after that when Vance and I took her to her dorm. She saw herself up to her room, singing the whole time until we left. Vance and I talked a little bit before we parted ways. He seems like a good guy.”
“Sounds like a successful first meeting,” Dax grinned.
Symon nodded. “About last night…”
Dax turned to his friend. “I had no idea last night was going to happen like that.”
Symon smiled. “No, not about you and Fern. I mean, the spell casting you were doing. That was really amazing. I think you should keep trying.”
The mage nodded. “Me too. I can’t stop thinking about it. I have some time before class and I was going to do some research.”
“Do you want any help?”
Dax smiled. “Not right now, but thanks. The Trial Exams are just a few days away and I have a lot to do. Don’t tell anyone about what I did last night. I’ll have to talk to Vance, Fern, and Zarra about it later. It has to be a club secret.”
“If I see any of them, I’ll be sure to tell them not to talk about it. I hope they can keep a secret.”
A bell rang out.
Symon sighed. “I need to get to class. I’ll see you later.”
“See you later,” Dax smiled.
The two friends parted ways.
Dax made his way to the Mage Tower. He had a few hours before his class, plenty of time to research.
Stepping into the wide tower, he made his way to the Scribe Craft class. The chamber was empty, except for the professor who was leaning back in his chair, hands on his stomach and eyes closed.
Dax coughed.
The professor opened his eyes and sat up with a welcoming smile.
“Hello Dax. What brings you by this morning? Scribe class isn’t for a few hours.”
“Hello Professor Plume. The Trial Exams are just a few days away and I need some advice on a project I’m working on.”
The professor nodded. “I’m happy to help.”
Dax nodded. “Paper in spells books are specially made. What’s the process behind it?”
“Good question, something we are going to cover after the Trials. I don’t see why I can’t go over the process now. You’re going to learn it anyway.
“Spellbook paper is infused with mana. It helps with containing the spell for future use. The academy has special presses where we can churn out spellbooks, otherwise it would take much longer to create so many books for new students. That’s why they are your most prized possession.”
“Is there a reason spellbooks are rather large?”
Professor Plume nodded. “Yes. The paper needs to be just the right size to contain the spell. It’s why in class, you must design the spells a certain way.”
“I see. What if we made spellbooks smaller, for easier handling?”
The professor smiled. “The thinner the paper, the less likely it will hold the spell. Mana containment is key. For thousands of years, spellbooks have remained largely the same because it works. Many have tried to make smaller spellbooks, but they tend to go up in flames.”
The professor tapped at his own cheek. “Talking about this is fine, but do you want to see the actual presses? I have been looking for an assistant to help the others in crafting books. It will be a great hands-on experience.”
“That sounds fantastic,” Dax smiled.
Professor Plume was to his feet and walking. “Let’s get down to the basement.”
It didn’t take long for the professor and student to make their way down the winding stairs to the sub-level of the tower. Dax memorized the way. When they reached a thick, iron bound door, Professor Plume gave it a series of taps and the door opened.
“If you decide to help, I’ll give you a magic knock. It’s different for everyone so we can keep track of who comes and goes.”
The professor led the way and stepped inside, Dax following.
The mage’s eyes drank in the immense chamber. Strange machines he never saw before moved with mechanical precision. People walked around, moving stacks of books to staging areas while others inspected each one. Desks took up the surrounding areas while the machines were in the middle. There were no windows and the smell of paper filled the air like a library’s scent.
“Let’s learn a few things,” the professor smiled as he led the way.
Dax was all ears as Professor Plume ran down the process. He touched on how paper was made, refined and liquid mana was added to it. Dax watched as the man took joy in the process, giving details on how the machines worked. The mage made mental notes as he watched the big presses work, cutting treated paper and the binding process. When they finished circling the chamber, seeing how everything worked, the professor brought Dax to a beat-up press that wasn’t working.
“Everyone who works here needs to practice. If you decide you want to be part of the team, you’ll work on this press to get the process down right. Do you feel like you want to be part of the book making elite?”
