Page 21 of The Bairwick Witches
Issac whimpered, his body shaking.
There was a myriad of sexual activities they could partake in; some of which Issac asked for between breathy moans. Schuyler decided only one would be necessary, a treat for himself, and more-so for Issac. Schuyler leaned in, licking the area his beard just grazed. Sending his tongue in a straight line from the bottom of the delicious ass to the top, then dragging down diagonal to the right, before doubling back and crossing straight over to the left.
Analmancy—an ancient practice, of which Schuyler had thoroughly researched. Focusing the energy on the tip of his tongue, saliva as ‘ink’, he drew a rune shaped like a backwards number four across Issac’s furry hole. The rune glowed intense golden light before sinking beneath the skin where it rushed out in rivers throughout the young man’s body.
Issac pushed himself into the bed, the sensation, like being dunked briefly in cold water, came and went, but left in its wake, a deep, full body relaxation. Schuyler kissed the center passionately before drawing a line toward the left, where he began a spiral. Like whirling pinwheels, mini spirals raced through Issac’s body amplifying his current state of arousal, his desire increasing. Issac’s hands grabbed at the pillow he buried his face in, trying, unsuccessfully, to muffle an unending parade of verbal approval.
Starting at the inner left cheek and ending on the right he drew a rune resembling a lower cursive case ‘e’. An army of golden e’s rushed up Issac’s spine, spreading out across his brain, ushering in a deeper euphoric state of bliss.
“What are you doing to me?” Issac asked in staggered breaths, dreamily feeling the effects of the first three runes, which built upon each other.
Between applying them, Schuyler conducted the present energy using tongue and beard. Issac wanted to roll over. Begged to be kissed, but Sky held him in place. Starting at the bottom left cheek, he drew the next rune, a giant loop. This always reminded him of one of the red Aids ribbons. The rune unfurled a series of energetic ribbons which wrapped around themselves as they spread in Issac, answering his wish. The ribbons created the sensation of him being kissed all over his body. If there were certain areas he wished for more attention, they would be tended too. Schuyler saw the ribbons of golden light pooled around Issac’s lips, on his neck, his armpits, his chest, his crotch.
Schuyler slid his hands between Issac and the mattress, repositioning the young man’s penis out from under him, and then going down on it. He followed the oral with the next rune, drawing a continuous line from left to right which had two raises, or waves, in it. Those waves rushed through Issac, and anywhere the young man wished to feel pressure against his body, like being held on top, the energy would abide. And Schuyler made note of the generous light around his neck.
Schuyler quickly followed with a lightning bolt, started from the top right to the bottom left, extra pressure added when he crossed the center. The bolt lit up and dissipated into Issac where it became rings of energy, and with every flick of Schuyler’s tongue the rings pulsated, sending commands to allthe pleasure centers throughout Issac. Ricocheting off each of his erogenous zones like a pinball machine.
Each rune worked in tandem with the predecessor, building upon themselves, focused on the one goal. Issac writhed, trying not to be loud, but failing, pushing the pillow out from under him. Sky enjoyed the verbal encouragement as he drew two triangles, whose tips met in the center like a crude hourglass.
The rune manipulated time within the bliss which Issac floated. Stretched and slowed or quickened. A minute’s worth of pleasure felt like ten. Ten could feel like one. The swirl of time twisted and pulled to keep Issac edged.
From the bottom to the top, Schuyler drew a line, backtracking to the center before sweeping out to the left and right, a crude pitchfork. The rune seared itself into Issac’s most tender area. And Issac’s penis, already hard, glowed from the intense light emanating from it. He grew stiffer than he’d ever been, throbbed harder, and the blood within his shaft felt heated. Schuyler’s tongue moved furiously, each flick made Issac feel an invisible mouth which knew the exact rhythm he needed to be perfectly deepthroated.
Issac thrashed, clawing at the sheets, begging for more, begging for less, begging for Schuyler to stop, only to quickly recant the sentiment, before he threw his ass further onto Schuyler’s tongue, pushing down as Sky wildly moved his tongue around. He hit five points to create a star. The golden light extended from Sky’s tongue, pushing inside Issac, creating an energetic dildo, filling him up. Schuyler could control the dildo’s length and thickness with just flicks of his tongue.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, Issac’s beautiful blue eyes rolled back in his head, he was barely able to form the words he tried to get out; for it to be harder, deeper. Even though only the wall was in front of him, Issac’s hands raised, grabbing the top ofthe headboard, his knuckles white. Desperately wanting to pull himself away, as the runes continued to pull him back each time, penetrating him deeper.
Schuyler drew the penultimate rune, starting from the bottom left he drew a sharp line diagonally, before looping over and over like a rollercoaster on his way back along the same line. Each loop sent out blasts of orgasmic energy, combining with Issac’s own.
Issac bucked, possessed by the nuclear amount of orgasmic energy. He spoke in tongues. Levitated briefly. The vibratory resonance from the combined runes delivered a rapturous orgasm his entire had body worked toward. The force of the explosive orgasm pushed Issac’s spirit out of his body, momentarily. Schuyler smiled, recalling how incredible the sensation of full out-of-body ecstasy felt.
When spirit Issac settled back into the physical and the orgasm’s volcanic release passed, Schuyler drew the final rune, a ‘Z’, with pressure applied at the beginning and end of the letter. Soft pink light spread, a soothing balm through Issac’s body, rinsing away the previous runes, calming a nervous system pushed to the edge.
Schuyler crawled onto the bed, cuddling up next to Issac, who rolled onto his back and mumbled incoherently, struggling to form words as he found his way back from pleasure. Sky knew he’d be asleep in a minute, ushered in by the final rune. Body and spirit needed to rest.
Issac succumbed quicker than expected, and before his soft snoring started, he’d tossed his arm across Sky’s chest and gave him a squeeze. Schuyler placed his hand on Issac’s and twirled his right index finger in the air, extinguishing the candles, sending the room into darkness. He rubbed his sore jaw; it’d been a minute since he’d devoted a full hour and ahalf to pleasuring someone. Laying back he gazed at the wooden beams which traversed the ceiling, revisiting the delight he still felt at the sight of Issac coming. The young man’s enthusiastic reactions fueled his own pleasure. And that was all he needed, the rest could wait.
He watched the hypnotic rise and fall of Issac’s chest and grazed the tips of his fingers on his left hand against his temple and issued a silent command to sleep. Before his hand returned to the mattress, he too blissfully passed out.
Chapter Nine
Issac stepped back, his wand firmly in his hand, disappointment written across his face. “You’re getting annoyed with me, aren’t you?” he asked, slightly curious, slightly perturbed. His lips were pursed as he tucked away his wand, a delicately curved piece of twisted wood, hollowed out in spots along its shaft where circular opal gems were affixed.
There had been moments throughout their morning together where Schuyler was fervently reminded of Issac’s age. He couldn’t avoid the truth. “Little bit,” he admitted, sitting down on the bench.
Schuyler experienced the full force ebb and flow of attraction as their day progressed. In the morning, he had watched Issac in the adjoining bathroom, fresh from the shower, applying his skin care routine. He wondered how lucky he’d been to wake up in bed with this gorgeous creature who danced around, letting his towel fall away, twirling his curls in his fingers, ensuring his hair lay perfectly. An attractive sight. Yet once Schuyler noticed Issac’s lack of motivation, the sight of his bouncing member and ass held no sway, especially since Skyhad ported home, changed, ported back, and was ready to get something to eat.
He’d been unsure upon waking how things would fare with Issac. The young man had been charming in the tavern and very enjoyable after, but morning light painted people in different hues. At breakfast, Issac had proved charming again. He spoke about life, the art he loved, books he’d read, the planet, spirituality, and animals with such vivacity and passion he appeared more mature than his age suggested. And while there had been an abundance of the above, there had also been a litany of incorrect information rattled off as fact with alarming confidence. Schuyler didn’t mind correcting anyone. Even if the desire to bed them again was strong, he couldn’t stomach the misquoted celebs—so and so never said that—and other items Issac thanked Tik Tok for sharing with him.No, that isn’t how you make scrambled eggs.
There were moments throughout the morning where he thought they would only be friends, but then Issac rebounded, astounding him with an astute observation on the human condition, and the attraction to get him naked would flow right back.
Schuyler showed Issac around Bairwick after breakfast, through the neighborhoods founded by foreign witches who’d relocated to be closer to the power emanating from Bairwick. He took him through British Row, Little Hong Kong, and Down Under Avenue.
When he realized they were near Montgomery Park, he figured it’d be a good spot to give Issac some basic lessons in conjuring and casting. The park was a popular spot where witches of all ages practiced. He figured the space would be ideal to see what Issac could do, get a sense of the power within him. Yet after a few simple spells of translocation, levitation, andbasic elemental manipulation, which Issac caught on to quickly, he childishly reverted to replicating the wizarding world movies he’d grown up watching. Whipping his wand around carelessly, oblivious to the damage he could cause.
Schuyler continually reminded himself Issac had never even been shown the remedial lessons about his abilities and therefore didn’t understand the inherent dangers, but still the attitude upset him.
“Well, I’m sorry,” he snapped, “I really don’t get what it is I’m doing that’s so wrong. Or why it’s bothering you.”
