Secrets in Suldanessellar
Part 2
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Joneleth stares at the small Mythal globe, an area of extremely powerful living magic. Beside the globe lay a small withered flesh golem about the size of a finger. Behind it a legion of brave, twitching reserves awaits patiently.
Joneleth pours through the dusty old tome sitting on his desk scrolling down the worn ancient text and complex diagrams. A spark of inspiration. "You!" he barks. Another flesh golem steps forward, dragging the remains of his comrade away before taking his place. Joneleth quietly curses their sentiment. He raises his hands, muttering in ancient and Elven tongues. They catch fire; the rich blue flames leap forth and wrap around the Mythal globe in a gentle embrace. A tiny thread of yellow light begins to snake through the air from the globe towards the golem. It connects with the construct lifting in gently into the air.
Joneleth laughs loudly, its working! Another thread of pure light leaves the Mythal quickly followed by another. Joneleth frowns, concentrating hard; a bead of sweat drips down his forehead due to the extreme effort to maintain his spell. As soon as the additional threads make contact, the golem begins to shake and contort. "NO!" Joneleth cries but it's too late. The fragile construct rips apart dramatically, overwhelmed by the energies. An arc of white light leaps forth from its body down the long room striking a bookshelf sending books flying and pages streaming through the air.
Joneleth drops into his chair with a deep exhale amid the rain of pages, rubbing his delicate fingers. They were sore and slightly numb. He had been locked away in his study for weeks. Weeks of tireless study and experiments. Weeks of partial success and semi-failures but a power beyond all reckoning loomed on the horizon as bright as the sun yet eclipsed by ignorance.
Joneleth looks around his study. It had all a magic user could ever wish for. Every kind of book and tome, even ancient magical equipment created in Myth Drannor; The extremely rare and powerful Mythal globe for one. However knowledge of how to tap extremely potent sources of divine magic and survive was extremely hard to come by, hence the experiments.
The door creaks open and in slinks Bodhi. She is wearing a beautiful tight black satin gown which shines as she moves with more intensity that the glorious, golden dawn.
She looks around the room unimpressed. "I leave you to your solitude and I return to find you playing with toys?" she says with a mocking laugh.
Joneleth remains seated, trying to mask his captivation of her beauty. It is then he realises that he can't bare to be away from her, she intoxicates him. "Don't chide me, Bodhi. How did you get past my guards?" Joneleth asks, mustering a wry smile.
Bodhi takes a decisive step forward. "Being your sister gets me all sorts of places…" She says, eyeing up selective parts of his anatomy seductively. Joneleth smirks. Bodhi steps forward and begins unfastening Joneleth's silk robes "Why that robe you ware looks big enough for two, I'm sure I could fit. I am only small and delicate…" She leans in, whispering in his ear.
Joneleth feels delight and extreme pleasure erupt at the pit of his stomach. "How goes the courts?" He asks head back and eyes closed. By now Bodhi is kissing his bare chest, her hands caressing him. "Not bad…If I have my way the army will be busy fighting down south. Suldanessellar will be submissive and helpless, like I am when I wait for you at night." She says between kisses. He can feel her seductive smile against his skin.
Joneleth lets out a satisfied sigh. 'I dared not think such things were possible but it's all here, Bodhi! I am close! I can feel it…So close to touching the power of the gods." he ejaculates fiercely. His passions stirring inside him.
Bodhi sees him rubbing his hands "Are they sore from all the casting? Perhaps I can help…"She says taking his hand in hers. She kneels on the floor and begins sucking on his fingers.
The door bursts open. His heart leaps into his mouth.
"Joneleth! The Queen requests your prese…" The soldier begins before stopping, stunned. He looks from Bodhi to Joneleth. "What is the meaning of this?" He says in shock.
Joneleth stands up swiftly glaring in a fury. "You dare enter this place…?" he speaks softly, his voice trembling with rage.
"The Queen will hear of this!" The soldier shouts menacingly.
"No…she will not" Joneleth says in a controlled voice. With a flick of his hand the door slams shut.
The soldier draws his weapon in a defensive reaction, his eyes burning. "This is madness! What are you doing?" He try's to reason.
Bodhi clutches onto Joneleth's muscular arm. He can feel her firm voluptuous breasts hold it in a vice.
"Kill him…"
With a flick of his hand the soldier immolates and within a moment turns to dust, his armour and weapon clattering to the ground with finality.
The sound of birds singing comes in through the window, the placid green infinity of branches sway gently in the growing power of the wind.
Joneleth can feel Bodhi tighten her grip on his exposed arm so much so that her nail digs in drawing blood. "So powerful…My brother the most powerful mage in Faerun…Will you teach me when I become queen?" she says, giving him a pleading, intense look, her breaths deep and uncontrolled.
"I will teach you everything" Joneleth replies, his eyes fixed on her parted rosy pink lips. They kiss passionately and with fury. He picks her up, clears the desk and puts her on it off her gown, exposing her. She frantically works on the knot holding his gown closed.
Not far away the little flesh Golems come alive and start marching down their table. They march to the armour and start dragging it away, slowly but surely they drag the armour to the hidden depths of the Sanctum…
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Part 3 coming soon,
-Lord Luca