Wizard

J.J. Massa

“Sexy Confessions to Venus”

WIZARD BY J.J. MASSA Venus Press LLC

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Dedication:

An experience witnessed is an experience shared. This is dedicated to all those who happily share.

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My Dear Venus;

I realize that it is rare for one such as myself to write you, yet I had to confess to someone whom I could consider an equal, a peer of sorts. You see, while I am not exactly a god, I am an ancient. In fact, I am a dragon, and please don’t laugh, a magic dragon at that. The reason for this letter of confession is that I have tampered with some humans. To put a fine point on it, I have tampered with several families of humans, creating witches and wizards from them. Ahh, but that wasn’t enough for me. After a time, I developed some favorites among the groups and began watching them as they grew, and ultimately mated. As the goddess of love, it seemed only fitting that I describe to you some of my favorite encounters. We’ll begin with the story of what at first seemed like quite a mismatched couple. The truth is, though, that I love nothing more than a challenge. She was so stubborn, so cute, so beautiful. He was so certain, so sure he knew it all. You can see why I had to intervene. It all began one seasonable night. The hour was late when he felt her first thoughts… “Well, SUCK EGGS! Shootshootshootshoot! That really hurt!” These words brought Tabæus instantly awake. It was a woman’s voice, low, young. Automatically, he answered her the same way she’d spoken to him, in his thoughts. “Huh? Are you okay? What’s going on?” For long seconds, there was only silence, and then, “Um, oops. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I don’t know how this happened. Usually I only hear. I’m really sorry. I--I only usually hear from people nearby and stuff.” “Who are you?” He really needed to know. “What are you? Did you hurt yourself?” The last was almost an afterthought, but he really did want to know that, too, he realized. 5

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“I’m nobody,” came the abrupt answer. “I’m just a little nobody. I just dropped a box on my foot and chipped a nail. No paramedics needed. Really, go back to sleep. I’ll try not to broadcast. Uh, okay, White Noise.” He knew what she was doing. He wasn’t ready for her to leave yet. “Wait! I want to ask you…” “Oh yeah, Latin. Niveus sonitis. Sonitis niveus?” It was as if someone had flipped a switch. Tabæus heard only normal, regular night sounds. He thought about it for a bit and finally decided it was a fluke. It was a heck of a fluke though, for her to trade a conversation with him. They were not even acquainted. Some people–some regular, non-witch people–really did have Extra Sensory Perception. Tabæus Magus was the hereditary leader of SimEnn, Inc, aka Coven of First Thought. Like many minorities or groups with things in common, he and his kind were in business together. That is, many members of his family, his friends and their families, all of them worked for “The Family”. It was a monarchy of sorts, really. Many quietly joked about the similarities to the legendary Mafia. There was an expected, although unspoken, code of silence. Any abilities that went beyond the five senses were not acknowledged to anyone who did not work for or was not married into “The Family”. Even then, SimEnn, Inc was an equal opportunity employer. If you had the appropriate skills but had no extra ability, never fear, there were many jobs available. And, whoever you were, if you worked for “The Family” you were under their protection. Should you or a loved one be threatened you’d be defended. If attacked, gods help the ignorant fool who had made such a grievous error. Magic was not to be used for unfair advantage or vengeance, but it was used to protect the innocent. If that meant punishing as a means to warn others and prevent further foolishness, so be it. As the leader of his coven and the head of a Fortune 500 company, Tabæus was afforded much respect. Having been born into the role of leader, he had been taught as he grew. It wouldn’t matter, though. Tabæus Magus was a leader of men. At forty-one years, he was a natural leader and was used to others recognizing that both consciously and subconsciously. It certainly added to his self-assurance and inherent stability. 6

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He was steady as a rock, completely unflappable. And a good thing that was, too. When Tabæus was angered, fires broke out. As a baby, weaning him had been very dangerous. As a small child he’d nearly burned down the corner store when his nanny refused him a treat while shopping.

**** The steady, imperturbable Mr. Magus sat in his afternoon productivity meeting concentrating fixedly on the presentation his staff had prepared. Since he had decided the mental conversation of a few nights prior was an anomaly, he was startled when he heard her thoughts again. Nothing was outwardly apparent to those around the room. “Ohmigosh! That nasty little inflamed follicle plans to rub that lump in his pants on me. Eww! I know I’m gonna toss my cookies if he gets any closer.” Tabæus quirked an eyebrow but otherwise didn’t respond outwardly. He ventured a mental inquiry. “Why would… Why?” “He wants to show me how he wants me to stand and move,” she answered him. “Why?” he persisted. In his head Tabæus heard deep breathing while he felt her overwhelming nausea. He realized that he was more connected to this unknown woman than he had ever been to anyone. “Gotta stop him. I’ll lose this assignment if I barf on the photographer.” Suddenly, an image of a man’s crotch incased in russet denim appeared in Tabæus’ mind. There was, indeed, a modest lump under the zipper. Appearing in front of the image, Tabæus saw a very large, wide rubber band. The staid and steady coven leader held his breath. He began to sweat. In his head, the rubber band drew back like an empty but still brutal weapon. Suddenly, the giant rubber band shot forward. Simultaneously, Tabæus shot to his feet. “Thank you,” he said to the startled occupants of the room. “I’m sorry, but we must finish this later. You’ll be notified.” With that, he strode from the room. In his head he heard a man’s screams and felt the relief of the girl. “Thank you, God. I wonder how many Hail Mary’s that’s gonna be.” “I’m sure that’s the whole Rosary. Now I think I’m going to be sick.” “Oh shoot. I’m so sorry, Mister. I don’t know why you keep getting dragged into my head. I’m sure his little friend will be fine. No lasting damage,” she assured him. 7

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“Little friend”? Why would someone think they could rub themselves on you? What kind of assignment…” She cut him off, “Ummm, I’m sorry, really, I’ll try harder. Niveus sonitis.” With that, she was gone.

**** Tabæus sat at his desk feeling something he never had before. He was confused and frustrated. His trashcan began to smoke. This ability to talk to someone mentally didn’t just happen. And he really didn’t like how she was in control. That was especially foreign to him. He decided to do something about that. Absently, he poured the morning’s cold coffee into his waste bin. He picked up the phone and rapped out some instructions to his secretary. Within hours, he’d spoken to the most learned of the coven’s Old Ones. Tabæus began to prepare his mind. When it happened again he’d be ready. It would happen again, he knew. She had powers and abilities, but was obviously selftaught. She could not control the opening, only the closing. But if what he’d learned from the Old Ones was true, he would soon control both. If he was involved, he insisted on being in charge. He would go about his business as usual, but he’d be ready. A day later, his patience was rewarded. “I really need this job. I hope the photographer isn’t that nasty little pussbucket I flamed. And how come Mother and Father don’t pick up the phone? Damn it!” he heard a feminine voice growl in his thoughts. “Pussbucket? Flamed? You mean the rubber-band guy?” he asked, curious. “Niveus sonitis,” she murmured mentally, severing their link. Tabæus smiled. He’d wait until night. Perhaps he’d go out for a drink. Later, when she should be sleeping, he’d follow the path back to her mind. From what he’d learned, he’d follow her mental path easily. After tonight, he’d be able to see what she saw and feel what she felt. In fact, he’d even touch her and feel her. She, too, would feel his touch, they’d said. He’d be able to use many of his powers with her and using her own strengths. According to the Old Ones, they weren’t many women with whom he could connect in this way. This woman was special. He was sure that she was meant for him.

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Thus far, he’d been too surprised by her presence in his thoughts to make note of details about her. Now, he needed to know all about her. He felt as if he were embarking upon a conquest of sorts. She was an acquisition. That’s all. He would play this game with her for a while and then he’d bring her home. She’d live in his house and do as she was supposed to do. Tabæus didn’t even think about what it was that she was supposed to do. He’d worry about that later.

**** Shortly after midnight, Tabæus poured himself a brandy and settled into his favorite chair near the fire in his den. He closed his eyes and let his mind take over. He remembered the words she’d said that afternoon and then let his mind drift. Before long, he felt the warmth and the rhythm of sleep enter his mind. Her sleep. He smiled. Now he would ask some questions and her sleeping mind would answer. Just a few questions, though. Her mind was strong and he needed to get used to her. “What’s your name?” he asked first. “Amelia Gevalva,” she murmured thickly. “How old are you, Amelia?” “Twenty-one,” she sighed. Tabæus started. She was very young. “What do you do all day, Amelia?” He wanted to find out why she had to fear men rubbing their privates against her. “I’m a model. I do clothing spreads, mostly.” “Ah,” he nodded to himself, understanding dawning. “You must be very beautiful. Do you like being a model?” “I’m not beautiful. I’m tall and thin and they paint me up and move me like a Gumby doll. I’m not allowed to eat hardly ever. I hate being a model.” He decided to wait and let her rest for a minute. He couldn’t see her but he knew he would be able to learn some things about her by touching her. He decided to try that out. He imagined himself sitting on the bed beside her. He could tell she was near the edge of the mattress. He felt blind, but he could feel her. He reached out slowly with his hand. Her breath caressed him as he touched her face. WHAM! 9

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Tabæus fell backwards in his chair, still seated in front of the fireplace. He gulped his brandy and felt it burn his throat. He felt like he’d stepped in front of a moving bus. He was shaking. The moment he touched her face, he’d wanted her. He’d wanted to grab her and run with her. He wanted to rip away any barriers between them and plunge his cock into her. He wanted to taste every bit of her. He wanted to emblazon on her brain and her body: Property of Tabæus Simon Magus! DO NOT TOUCH! After another tumbler of brandy, Tabæus settled back in his chair. He followed the mental path to her again. Amelia, she’d said. His Amelia. HIS! He had never considered himself a possessive man. He was forty-one years old; of course he’d dated. He was tall, six feet and three inches tall, with thick black hair that brushed his collar. His body was muscular and fit with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His eyes were dark brown, the color of espresso with a hint of black. He had no trouble finding women to date. When he did, he was monogamous. But never had he felt jealousy for a female. Now, he felt a primal, even urgent need to claim this child-woman. This time, he seated himself next to her and reached out to her hair. As before, he could see nothing, but he felt the soft waves frothing around her head. It was long, silky, wavy satin. He brushed her lips with his fingers. She sighed. He felt the blood pounding in his veins. Slowly he traced her cheek with his fingers. She moved but didn’t pull away. He waved his free hand over her torso and murmured, “emoveo”, meaning remove. He’d meant to remove only the comforter but in his zeal had removed both the comforter and her nightshirt. She lay in front of him wearing only her panties. Tabæus realized what he’d done as soon as his questing hand drifted to her shoulders. Slowly, he moved his open palms over her shoulder to her chest and then to her breasts. She had larger breasts than many models he’d seen. They felt incredible. As his palm moved over one breast, he felt the nipple tighten and pebble. His fingers trailed down the soft slope and over to its mate. The soft skin had gathered, the bumpy tip anticipating his touch, her breathing quickening. He moved one hand to her waist and the other to her hip. “Amelia?” “Hmm? Oh!” she yelped as his hand followed the elastic of her French-cut panties across her thigh. 10

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His hand floated up and down the thin band of fabric, moving a little closer to the juncture of her thighs with every pass. “Who are you, what do you want?” “You know me, sweet Amelia. Shhh, don’t be afraid.” “I didn’t... How? I didn’t mess up, this time. How are you in my head, here?” She sucked in her breath loudly at the feelings his touch was causing. He trailed his fingers over the top of her mound, down between her legs, tracing the lips of her sex through the thin fabric. “I found you this time, little Amelia. Has any man ever touched you here?” “How are you doing this? Where are you?” “Answer me, baby heart! Have you ever felt a man’s hands on you as you feel mine? Any man, ever?” She was equally aroused and frightened now, he could tell. “No! I never let anyone. I promise!” Tabæus smiled. His urgent need to proclaim her to the world calmed somewhat. Not much, but a little. Perhaps the No Trespassing signs could wait another day. He liked that she said she’d never let anyone touch her. She’d been waiting for him. Had she needed to fight to protect herself for him? He moved his hand away from her sensitive heat. He began to stroke her hair again. “Has anyone ever tried to touch you, my baby heart?” “Um, sure. They try all the time. But I never let them.” He gathered her to him and rubbed her back muttering, “somnus” sleep. “Even if I have to say the whole Rosary twice.” She drifted to sleep with his warm chuckle vibrating through her head. “Not beautiful, my baby heart? Sleep well.” He waved his hand over her murmuring “induco, obvolvo” cover–wrap, cover– blanket, causing her nightshirt and comforter to reappear. He tucked the comforter around her and mentally eased away. Anyone who knew him would have been surprised at how difficult he found leaving her to be.

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He supposed he could have forced her to show herself, but some part of him also enjoyed the anticipation. He’d learned that she honestly didn’t believe she was attractive. In fact, he was stunned at her low opinion of herself. This alone caused the pictures in his secretary’s office to catch fire. It was obvious to him that she truly didn’t believe there was anything to draw someone to herself. He knew someone had ingrained that belief in her over time. He had nullified her white noise spell so that she couldn’t close herself off from him. He visited her at night and sometimes in the mornings. After a few nights of visiting her, he found her fresh from a relaxing bath. Tabæus knew that she had struggled through a difficult day and dropped across her bed wrapped in a bath sheet. He was sure that she’d only meant to rest a moment before dressing for bed. Amelia was half-asleep when he gently parted her towel loosely tucked around her. He could feel her struggle as she tried to open her eyes and determine what was going on, before she felt his hands on her body. “Mmmmm, what a welcome surprise, baby heart. You feel so soft. Do you like my touch?” “What? Ohhhh. How do you do that? Oh MY!” He found her soft breast with his mouth and tongued her nipple causing the rosecolored peak to harden instantly. At the same time, his hand trailed down her body to her feminine center. He stroked the top of her thigh and ran his fingers through the tight curls covering her mons. He replaced his mouth with his free hand and kneaded first one breast, then the other. As his other hand gently traced her delicate labia, Tabæus found her mouth with his. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, slipping inside when she gasped. Every part of her tasted like heaven. Her skin, her mouth, she tasted like honey, café au lait, caramel; she tasted like every mouth-watering delicacy he could think of. He couldn’t wait to feast on the ambrosia between her creamy thighs. But that, he decided, was something he wanted to do in person. Now, his seeking fingers rubbed her small clitoris eliciting moans and groans from her lips. She throbbed under his hand as he continued to massage her. He explored her mouth with his as he felt the pressure build inside her. Just knowing that no other man had ever made her feel this way made Tabæus painfully hard. 12

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He moved his hand up and down on the little bud and reveled in the feel of the warm cream that dripped out. He knew she was on the verge of coming and slipped one long finger inside her. Her muscles clenched around his finger as she began to climax. She screamed out loud and Tabæus felt himself explode at the same time, his shout telling her as well. The feel of her, her excitement and total absorption combined, fueling his own completion. For long seconds, the gasp of panted breathing was all that could be heard. Finally, “How was your day, dear?” “I’ve never, umm, that was too much. How’d you do that?” Amelia couldn’t seem to get it all out. “Who are you? Is that supposed to happen?” she tried again. She could actually feel him smile against her shoulder. She wanted to try to touch him, but just now, she was too weak to move her extremities. “Yes, my little baby love, it’s supposed to happen precisely that way, but only with me.” Smug, yes he was, and he knew he sounded that way to anyone listening. He couldn’t help it and he wasn’t ashamed to acknowledge it. He loved knowing that he was the first to cause her such bliss “Why only you?” Tabaeus lifted her, laying her head upon her pillow. With a softly spoken incantation of, “induco, obvolvo”, he smiled as she yawned sleepily, the comforter sliding into place over her naked and satiated body. “Will you ever tell me who you are? I gotta learn how to do that!” she babbled around a yawn, fighting sleep. “I am your Yin, baby heart. I am your other half. You are mine! Only mine! You have much to learn and I will teach you.” “You’re too far away to teach me. Will I ever know you? Why won’t you…” Tabæus loved how she drifted to sleep in the middle of a sentence. He always answered her anyway--he wanted her subconscious to hear his answers so she would know. “You will know me soon, Love. I’m with you always.” And that’s how Tabæus Magus laid his first claim to his little ladylove. There’s more, of course. Theirs has never been an easy pairing. No, not easy at all. Entertaining, though, without a doubt! Oh my, wait till I tell you what happened next…after my nap, 13

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my dear. Just wake me in a bit. Dragons need lots of sleep. I never needed quite this much rest as a man…but that’s another story altogether. After my nap, I’ll share another little confession with you. You see, Amelia has a secret or two of her very own… For now, Dearest Venus, I wish you a sensual rest of your own until next we share time together. Yours, Ladon

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About the Author

Jersey Shore resident, J.J. Massa sits with her writing partner and yellow lab, Cosmo, at her side at all the times for plot twists and character advice. There are some visiting cats, aquatic turtles, and an assortment of hermit crabs just to keep things interesting. There's never a dull moment in the Massa household. Maybe that's why there's never a dull moment in J.J. Massa's books...

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