Sorcerer from Another World

Tara was right. The Romans did burn. I wasn’t happy with hurting them, but a dark part of me was grimly proud that I struck first. I struck hard.

I waited long enough to see if they would retaliate. But they moved seemingly out of my range of attack. It wasn’t, but I didn’t want to correct them.

I thought about continuing the attack. I had plenty of mana to spare. But I’d had no effect on their serious players. I’d shown I could strike them at any time and draw blood. In the best scenario they would be intimated and turn tail, but I would take even a morale boost for our forces.

Having the Kings of Gelt and Druids think well of me was a plus. Putting hope back into the hearts of the people who had fled Ferisdarm with me was greater still.

“Will we head back?” I asked Tara.

“Sure. You’ve shown them your might. Let them cower in the open tonight.” Tara mocked the Romans.

“Indeed.”

We walked back to the Circle of Druids. On the way there we came across Umbra who seemed to be treating a homeless woman near the walls. She had a face of intense concentration as she examined the woman.

“Hello, Umbra.” I said with a wave.

Umbra’s concentration transformed into a warm, sunny smile when she heard my voice. She immediately turned to face me. That a cold, murderous woman like her could have such lovely, genuine feelings for me was a contradiction that still confused me.

Umbra was a lithe, slender woman with a fair face with dark hair. Her natural remaining eye was a pretty brown. When I’d enhanced her body, I’d touched up her health and it had turned her from pretty to captivating. Her magical eye even hidden by an eyepatch magically boosted her allure.

She wore an eyepatch over her magical eye. A third, evil eye, I’d shifted it to replace the one she’d sacrificed for me and contained the evil. The eye was a work of magic within my power, but a product of many years of accumulated knowledge that according to secret discussion with Umbra was first unleashed in the pre-history of humanity.

“You helping the locals?” I asked.

“Refugees seeking safety, Master. There are many herbs among the druids though they do not seem to spend much time out of their Circle. I thought I’d put them to good use.”

“I think that is an amazing idea.”

She glowed, “I knew you would approve.”

“I’m sorry for interrupting you.”

She raised her hands to stop me, “No, no. Give me a moment and then maybe you could spare me some of your time. I’d love to walk the Circle with you?”

“Gladly.” I replied. “You okay Tara to head back first?” I didn’t tone my words as a question.

Tara rolled her eyes, “I don’t think it wise. But fine. I’ll see you later.” She answered, and walked off.

I waited while Umbra administered some medicine for the homeless woman.

The medicines included a nutrient supplement, but mainly something that would help the woman heal a chest infection. I could do the same, but I didn’t want to tread over Umbra’s efforts. I only had so much time and places I could be, the fact that Umbra can heal as well was a boon. It was nice to have a dependable companion when she wasn’t mad with jealousy or committing human sacrifice to gain power.

“All done. Let’s go.” She said to me all smiles and looped her arm with mine.

In a way it seemed crude and poor timing to flaunt such intimacy in front of the homeless woman. But Umbra had just helped her and we weren’t doing anything wrong. I put it out of mind and escorted Umbra to the Circle of the Druids.

We walked around and Umbra told me what she knew of the plants and animals. While she might not have Iris’ knowledge, Umbra had far more stories to tell of how she used certain plants of failures involving them. She was quite funny to be expected given how sociable she can be around people. She was a hard worker and had earned her livelihood with only passive support and the kindness of strangers. She had seen much of the land, talked with its various peoples, had adventures and was wise for it.

She was a pleasure to spend time with and this was perhaps the first proper ‘date’ I’d had with her. If only there had been more time back at Ferisdarm. Perhaps we could have communicated better and found a different solution to the evil eye, nevermind just enjoying each other's company.

We eventually sat down on top of a hill, cuddling into each other's arms alone and watched the sun set. Slightly itchy and cold, it was nonetheless pleasant way to spend the evening. We watched the stars come up and I even gave a poor rendition of twinkle, twinkle little star which she loved and sung much better than me. She had a lovely voice. I only noticed as she sang.

I asked her to sing something she knew and she did. Yes, she was a lovely singer, if she had the training back on earth she would have been pretty popular. Mayhap, I was judging through rose-tinted glasses.

Then our idyllic date took an interesting turn.

“I want your child.”

She had said it into a warm silence.

It must have been pressing her mind.

“It is not fair that it is just them that get to carrying your child.”

“Fair?”

“I lost an eye bringing you here, I’ve devoted myself, I accepted evil into my heart so I could be closer to you more your equal. How am I not deserving?”

She wasn’t wrong.

Mad.

Her slender pale hands, nor her magical aura could dominate me into giving into her needy demands. No, it was the idea of another beautiful, fertile body swelling with my child and keeping her to continue loving me, mad and dangerous as she was, exhilarated me.

“You want my child?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Sure.”

“Then stick it in me.”

“Whoa. Slow down.

“Master, please, please.”

“First, pleasure yourself. I want to watch you, Umbra. Then I will give you what you want. I will satisfy myself with your pretty body.”

So, she masturbated for my pleasure. She came panting herself up into excitement. My attention along with her own touch brought her to climax.

I took her next. I claimed her on that hill as mine forever more.

Her eyes bright and keen fixed onto mine with exquisite, devoted attention. Her pulse beat faster and the coursing adrenaline excited every inch of her body. Until the thrill overwhelmed her and she abandoned herself. It was with a vacant, delirious stare that she cried out a single word through tears of monstrous joy and an open mouth with every thrust I penetrated into her she called out over and over again, “Mine, mine, mine!”

She screamed and came one more time squirting a near shower of her love juices.

She sighed and moaned happily into my body. Her warmth and breath were soothing. She must have felt the same because Umbra drifted into sleep soon to be pregnant with my seed.

I was left with lingering doubts, a trace of shame and regret. Yet all that negativity was small compared to a still hungry desire for more women, and more sex. While Umbra felt satisfied, I still had a raging boner