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  A.O.E.M.: Under Your Spell

  Willa Okati

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  Copyright ©2005 Willa Okati

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  Found in the mailbox…

  Congratulations, Jamie! You’ve won an all-expense-paid week on beautiful Chimera Island!

  Located in the geographical center of the Bermuda Triangle, Chimera Island offers both mystery and natural beauty beyond compare. Only the most adventurous traveler is welcome on Chimera, and we’ve determined that’s you, Jamie. Absolutely no obligation, but you must book now. Call 1-800-555-4AEM or visit www.margaretriley.com/aoem.html today to book your fantasy trip of a lifetime!

  Margaret Riley, CEO

  Chapter One

  Everything Niko owned, he had taken for himself. All of it, from the tapestries on his walls, summoned from the chapels of twelfth-century monasteries, to the candles on his tables, drawn forth from bins in the mainland stores. Theft? Perhaps. Certainly those from whom he took found the items to be missing. But what did it matter? He had need of, or wanted them. Sufficient cause and reason in his opinion to seize what he desired.

  He leaned back in his favorite chair, liberated from a dimension man had not yet breached, and stretched out his arms and legs. Ahhh -- so good. It fit his kinks perfectly. Supple leather from a beast no Human had ever laid eyes on, padded with soft blankets woven from purest medieval wool, and pillows stuffed with feathers from a fairy tale goose-girl’s flock. Comfortable, yes, and perfect for thinking.

  Thinking, and doing… other things.

  He had already bared himself to the waist, casting his black working robes aside and leaving on only the jeans he wore to keep himself warm in his chilly work chamber. His nipples had stiffened in the cool air, forming small points that tingled as small breezes, ever-present, brushed across him. One hand slid to the zipper of his pants. For the moment, he only toyed with the fastening. He had learned anticipation made a climax all the sweeter. For all his taking what he wanted, when he wanted it, he also knew the value of waiting.

  Waiting, watching, and being watched. He enjoyed it when all eyes were on him, with his fall of soft black hair, his deep brown eyes, and his pale skin stretched taut over lithe muscles. A thing of beauty and a joy forever, eh?

  Niko knew himself to be pleasing to the eyes; he had sculpted himself with magic from a plain lump into a marble masterpiece come to life. A prize for anyone who cared to offer himself up.

  Speaking of which…

  “Sprite,” he said, soft and lazy, summoning the elemental creature who worked his magic with him. “Come to me now.”

  He heard a small pop. As a master of the Air element, he held command of the sprites. A tiny being, no more than six inches tall, appeared on the arm of his chair. It was dressed in a toga of sky blue, with pale azure hair that moved as if caught up in a never-ceasing breeze. Amazingly androgynous, it had a face both pretty and filled with utter mischief. “You called, called, called?” it asked, words overlapping one another in a chiming sound.

  Niko reached out a finger to stroke down the creature’s back, from the collar of servitude indicating it was bound to him, to the curve of its pert buttocks. “I did,” he said lazily. “Fetch me a black glass, one of the thin slabs, from my table. I wish to scry. To see him. He who comes to Chimera Island to be my mate.”

  The sprite made a mocking face, lip twisted up, then disappeared and reappeared on the table. It held up a sliver of dark glass. “This kind, kind, kind?”

  “The very one.”

  It shimmered back into being at his hand. “Take it, then.”

  Niko did, with a frown. The sprite seemed to be almost laughing at him, and that would never do.

  “Do you mock me?” he demanded. “I can have you and your fellows punished for days if I but say the word. I can take away your breezes and high winds and leave you in a room still as death. Do you desire such pain?”

  The sprite’s eyes glowed with dark resentment. “No, no, no,” it said, crossing its arms over its chest. “We serve you. No need for punishment.”

  “Be sure I have no cause to punish you, then.” Niko lifted the glass and gazed into it. A master, a sorcerer such as he, had no need of a fixed object or a shrine to go and See in. So much more convenient than having to part from his nest or worktable. The magics that made it work were as easy as breathing to him, and obeyed his slightest whim without question. He could See anywhere, anything, anyone.

  That day, he wished to see the man he planned to bind himself to.

  Chimera Island -- the Agency of Extraordinary Mates. Niko laughed, shaking his head as he ran a finger down his black glass. Who had come up with the idea, he was not certain, but they must have been drunk at the time. A place where men of his stamp, those outside the common mold, could find life partners and brief, heady encounters. As if they could not find pleasure outside this place! Yet they had all flocked to Chimera when news of the Agency’s formation had been touted.

  He, too, had come, at the express invitation of those with high standing on the island. They needed a mage, a powerful one, to keep the island stable in its location in the Bermuda Triangle. A deliciously dangerous place to work magic. Although he thought the idea of Chimera Island a foolish one, he came gladly to practice the arts.

  Finding anyone for himself beyond a simple night’s fuck had only recently crossed his mind. Besides not caring for the fairer sex (fairer only in others’ opinions, he might add), he found Chimera’s whole process of selection to be a ridiculous exercise in chance. Invite the mights and maybes… and what would one get? Perhaps nothing.

  Pah! Such a haphazard way to work.

  Yet despite the odds, many of his fellows who walked outside humanity had found mates much to their liking. Niko did not consider himself lonely or in need of a partner. Yet he had to admit it would be nice to have someone warm and willing in his bed whenever he felt the urge to slake his body’s needs.

  But leave it to chance? No, not him. Niko made plans for what he wanted. Niko made sure he got what he desired. Yes, he had written a “winning vacation” letter, but he had made certain it would go to the right person for him.

  Beneath his left palm rested a small wooden box. Inside lay two clay figurines, small men he had sculpted with his own hands and magic. Both forms were naked, with obscenely large and rampant erections. He’d chanted a spell over them as he shaped the things. “Thee to me, and me to thee, tied together. Let eternity bring what it will. From this moment forward, you are mine to use as I please. You, whoever my true love might be, now belong to me. This is my spell, and this my decree. So mote it be.”

  Passing them through a candle flame, he had not let them cool down before binding the pair with a silken silver cord, cock to cock and chest to chest.
He’d placed them on a bed of down inside his little box, and sealed it with a charm. Unbreakable. Whoever was meant to be his life’s partner, or whoever the magic chose, would come to him. He would not be able to help himself.

  The dark glass blurred, awaiting his command. “You know the one whom I seek,” he said, stroking it. “I have watched him before, working on his job, or sleeping lonely in his bed. Show me,” he ordered, voice soft and silken. “Let me see him. Let me see Jamie.”

  The mirror shimmered at him, glowing a deep black, then cleared into the picture of a man sitting at a desk, striving hard over papers and books. “A student of life,” Niko murmured, his hand once again stealing to his zipper. “He searches for hidden treasures in his notes and papers, seeking something new never yet discovered. Writing stories men and women crave to devour. A power all his own. Not equal to mine, but he knows what it is to manipulate the hearts of those who read his words.”

  Gesturing, he pulled back for a quick look at the man’s room before zeroing back in on him. He saw framed articles and magazine covers, all with the same byline: Jamie Alexander. “A journalist, slaving over his next story. What do you write about, I wonder?” Niko could move in closer to see the words on the man’s laptop computer screen, but they failed to interest him. “Ah, but your days of struggling to create the mundane are soon at an end, my Jamie. Once you are mine, my Pet, I will fill your days with pleasure and freedom to write what you will, so long as you fill my bed at night.”

  The articles might tell a story, but Niko found the man himself far more worthy of examination at the moment. Perhaps a bit short for his tastes, but with dusky tanned skin, corded muscles, and dark blond hair constantly falling forward into his face. No desk-man’s paunch to be found on him, he looked lean and tight from tip to toe. His lap lay hidden in shadows, but Niko fancied there would be quite a nice cock hidden in his jeans.

  Oh… yes.

  Ever so slowly, he slid his own zipper down click by click, loud in the stillness of his chambers. “What will I do with you when you first arrive, my mate?” he said, voice hushed as he gazed at Jamie. “What would you like best?”

  He knew Jamie was gay. Perhaps closeted, perhaps not, Niko wasn’t sure, but appreciative of men rather than women. He would look at Niko and take pleasure in what he saw. “Shall I kiss you sweetly on the lips?” Niko asked to amuse himself, knowing Jamie could not hear him. “Or should I ravage your mouth? What would you like best?”

  Jamie’s mouth, soft, with a plump lower lip, invited kisses. Niko imagined sucking it into his mouth and nibbling until Jamie let out a low moan, inviting him deeper. Begging for more. He would control their encounter; he would say when more was allowed. But how sweet was the sound of a grown man reduced to pleading!

  Niko slipped a hand inside his pants, reaching down to encircle his cock. Good… ah, yes, so good. A slow slide up to his uncircumcised tip, a gentle twist around the head, and back down again with another kink of his wrist. Wriggling a bit, he slipped his pants down for better access to himself. He could have simply banished the trousers altogether, but again, anticipation seemed fitting.

  “Jamie,” he whispered, watching him in the glass. Handsome, to be sure. From the ferocity with which he pounded his keys, and the feverish way he flipped through journals and notes on his desk, Niko deduced Jamie would be a hellcat in bed with his attentions focused on a body, not a book. He admired such dedication to craft. Still, all work and no play…

  “Striving so hard,” he said with a low chuckle. “Are you not tired? Does your body not require a certain relief?”

  Niko did not consider himself a selfish man. If he was to feel pleasure, it would be tripled by watching Jamie find bliss as well. The man would enjoy it. Manipulating the magics binding them just a bit, he sent a jolt of pleasure to Jamie’s loins. A tingle starting at the base of his spine and rocketing to his cock and balls.

  He laughed as Jamie gave a flinch and jerked back from the desk, staring at his crotch. Though he couldn’t hear the man, he could read his lips as he muttered: “What the hell?”

  “Come on,” Niko coaxed. “Please yourself, to please me. We will love this.”

  Jamie’s hand came down, wavering over his crotch. He gave a guilty look to the left and to the right, clearly checking to make sure he was unobserved. Then, seizing his delicious, plump lip between his teeth, he carefully opened his button-fly and reached inside.

  “Oh, yes, yes,” Niko breathed. “Let me see it. Let me see you.”

  Ever so carefully, Jamie eased his cock out onto his palm. Half-hard, it stiffened under his touch. Niko sent another tweak through the cord of magic binding them. He wanted to see Jamie’s organ fully erect, to know his chosen one’s cock had been worth dreaming about.

  Jamie’s mouth worked, no doubt letting out a soft cry as his prick hardened into fullness seemingly on its own. Niko read his lips again: “I thought this kind of thing stopped when you passed eighteen!” Niko laughed. Sweet Jamie! What pleasures were in store for his chosen pet once he lay in Niko’s bed and the magic between them could jump from skin to skin!

  Niko stroked himself slowly as he watched his mate in the mirror. With a last glance around, Jamie leaned back in his hard desk chair and scooted his own pants down past his hips. A truly magnificent cock sprang free, as well as an impressive pair of balls, crowned with luxurious, crinkling golden hair to match what trailed down his waist in a thin line. Yes, good! Niko himself was smooth, but he adored textures. He could not wait to run his hands through those tangled curls.

  Slowly, slowly, Jamie ran his palm down his length, to the fat purple head peeking out of its uncircumcised sheath. His thumb rubbed over the tip in a slow circle, merely teasing. He moved as if bringing himself off had long since become a series of practiced movements meant to draw an inevitable climax, not in celebration of the pleasure he felt.

  Niko made a moue with his lips. How uncreative. Clearly, he would have to teach his mate a few things. He might have preferred someone well-versed in the arts of pleasure -- but then again, what delights would he find in teaching his pet the way of bliss within a body-warmed bed? He decided he felt satisfied enough.

  Jamie cupped his balls with one hand, tugging and rolling them together. Ah, there, such a move showed a bit more imagination, and a liking for slight pain. Letting out a moan Niko could not hear, he twisted his sac just a little, and let his nails scrape a bit.

  Such perfect behavior for a pet. His nature would lend itself perfectly to servitude in Niko’s bed.

  “Perhaps I will pierce you,” Niko mused, absently copying Jamie’s actions. “A lovely ring for your cock, and a chain to lead you around with. Would you like the pleasure-pain, pretty one? Or are you too shy, too fearful? Will I have to teach you what it means to be mine?”

  By all the gods, he hoped so.

  The image of Jamie’s organ decorated with gleaming silver sent a spasm of pleasure through Niko. A mark of ownership would be the crowning touch. He would fashion the ring after their encounter tonight had finished, and he would be the one to pierce Jamie’s oh-so-tender skin himself when his mate arrived on Chimera. No hands but his own, and Jamie’s, would ever intimately touch Niko’s pet again.

  Niko guarded his possessions jealously. But what of it? They were his, to do with what he wished.

  But what he wished, just then, was for Jamie to speed it up a bit. Clearly the man liked to take his time, running his fingers over his shaft with the gentleness of a woman’s light touch. Did he know how to grip hard, harder, hardest? How to wring the orgasm out of a man as water from a sponge? What held him back?

  In the scrying glass, Niko watched avidly as Jamie tilted his head with pleasure. Eyes half-closed, he reached for a bottle of hand lotion sitting on the corner of his desk. Three pumps and his palm was filled with the slick white substance. Ah, so his mate enjoyed the feeling of slipperiness rather than the roughness of a raw fuck. Niko made a mental note. He would have to te
ach Jamie the pleasures of both.

  For now, to amuse himself, he summoned his own palmful of unguent brought forth from Damascus of old. The scent of sandalwood filled the air as he applied it to his cock, slicking it from tip to root. He gripped himself again, ready for what would come next.

  Jamie had begun pumping his cock in earnest now, eyes almost shut and lashes fanning his pinkening cheeks. His hair clung to his face, damp with sweat. His mouth worked ever so slightly. He sat turned at the wrong angle to lip-read now, but no doubt he muttered wicked, naughty things under his breath. Ah, Niko thought wistfully, if only he could hear them! Soon enough, though, soon enough. He would teach his pet how to say those things to his Master. Words to drive them both higher and higher up the pinnacle of pleasure.

  Niko timed the motions of his hand to those of Jamie’s, tugging at the magic on a whim so both would feel each other’s pleasure as well as their own. Jamie’s eyes flew open in astonishment as the extra sensation hit him. His free hand gripped his chair arm so hard the knuckles turned white before he moved it, frantic, to his balls and began to tug at them.

  In his chair, Niko arched and cried out. Ah! Such hands Jamie had! With the bliss doubled, he knew they would not last longer than a few moments. Besides, he “felt” it had been a long time since Jamie had indulged himself thus. Like water in a dam, the pressure rapidly built up and up --

  The orgasm hit them both at once, come spilling from their cocks in heavy, creamy spurts to decorate their chests. Jamie shook like a leaf in the wind as the spasms of pleasure racked him, half tearing him apart and setting his heart thundering with the power of a stallion’s hooves striking hard earth. Niko felt it too, such a powerful throbbing, doubled, tripled, and all the better for it.

  The last of his pleasure squeezed from him, Jamie fell back in his chair, hand gleaming with come and lotion. He made a futile grab for a box of tissues, sagging when he failed to reach them on the first attempt.