A literotic sexstories: A Good Man 4 by pars001 ,
Tom is more known than he thought
A Good Man 4
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Tom could only stare his mouth hanging open. “Your daughter? 500 years?”
“Yes,” Azel said, “you haven’t realized just how long we live have you Tom?”
“Well, I knew from Frilly that many lived a long time but you… and she… how…?” Tom started.
Laughing Azel replied, “I’ll try to explain. You see, mages barring injuries or total depletion of their
energy can live 3-5 thousand years at prersent I am only 3000 I am the youngest on the council. My mate and I were
young, we were only 1200 at the time we were allowed to have her.”
“That’s considered young? damn, wait you were allowed? What the hell does that mean?” asked a confused Tom.
“The birth of a mage has to be approved by the council of all magical beings. Most mages live in the human world
live a life with a regular person, hell they even have children. These children are called malfs or worse Halflings,
not a very good label. Most often they don’t develop magic even though one parent was a mage. As little as 1% develop,
like the 14 year old you found the other day,” Azel stopped a moment.
“So are they treated badly?” asked Tom
“No, not badly but their powers aren’t as strong and develop at a much slower rate, therefore they don’t
often make freinds and see many pass them. I remember a reverse case 75 years ago. Very unsual, 2 mages were granted
permission and had a child, when tested, she showed no sign of powers. They had such high hopes for her but after a
year there was no sign at all. They placed her with relatives to raise her, watching her for years. About 50 years
ago Malamon began actively killing magical beings again, unfortunatly they were the only ones who knew where she was,
so all contact was lost when they died. We were concerned as she was only the second born in 5000 years so as you can
see it is extremely rare,” Azel said lost within his thoughts.
“So, these reverse cases they never develop powers? Did they know their parents?” asked Tom
Shaking his head no Azel continued, “No, in the two cases I know of, they never did. Though they did live much longer
than regular humans it’s only to 100 to 120, like the humans mages live with, their memories are erased and a new life
is inserted, so you see she never knew what she was. Yes, I know you think it’s cruel but believe me it’s alot
kinder than letting them know, it’s bad enough when we watch them die. As far as I know she was the first that
contact with was lost.”
“Ok, ok, so tell me about Myria,” asked Tom, “why did she pull away when I tried to heal her?”
“Well,” started Azel, “If she is a captive of Malamon, then the pain you felt could be helping her, she might
feel that no one can heal her, there are a number of things that could influence her decision,” sighing Azel
looked down, “she was always independent, taking on the world. The council advised her not to take action
against Malamon, we thought at the time she had listened to us. Later we found that right before she disappeared,
there had been many disturbances nearby a known locale of Malamon. This was the basis of our decision that she had
been killed.”
Sighing Tom stood, “I’ll let you know if I find out anything more.” With that Tom lifted Frilly and
was gone. Now that Frilly was healed he was more at ease, laying her in her small bed Tom went to sit on his
couch again. Watching her sleep Tom thought of Myria again, he knew she was in trouble she had to be if Malamon
had held her captive for 500 years. Tom thought of Azel’s words that she was the strongest mage to ever sit
on the mage council let alone lead it. That might be why she went after Malamon, even in his weakened state
though, Tom felt that Myria wouldn’t have been much of a match.
Trying to not think of her capture, Tom knew that there was some way he could help her but
it seemed to escape him. Not realising that the events had taken a toll on him, Tom fell asleep within
minutes of sitting. Again floating in the gray mist this time Tom thought I’d be ready. Myria appeared
moments later, a most welcome sight.
“I tried to find you but you weren’t anywhere in his building,” Tom said feeling ashamed hanging his
head, “I looked everywhere, I had Malamon, I even removed one of his powers but I couldn’t find you,” fresh
tears fell from his eyes as Myria’s grew wide. Myria then smiled at him. Tom’s head jerked up as the familiar
feeling rapidly flew up his body to his ribs. “You’re healing me, I know I have alot of pain but so do you
I saw your father today and told him, he is glad you are still alive,” again her eyes flew wide and she shook
her head yes.
The feeling was now almost at his shoulders his thoughts clearer than he had ever known them to be.
Myria floated closer just out of reach the feeling now at his shoulders he felt more than before, he could
sense that Myria was indeed in a type of prison but it felt different, very strange. Now above his shoulders
on his lower neck he felt her being drawn away, this time though as she left he followed her. For what seemed
like hours he followed her energy back to where she was, then he was clear. Calling out very softly for her
he waited in the darkness of her prison, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Suddenly he heard
something moving towards him, gathering all his power, it drew closer.
“What are you doing here?” he heard in almost impossible to hear tones, “You must leave at once or
your mind will never leave.”
“I can’t leave you here, not to languish forever, I can release you now,” Tom said feeling the way back beginning
to close, “come I have the power to bring you back.”
“I don’t doubt that, Tom, but as long as he is weak and alive I can not leave here, go! I can feel the portal
closing!” Myria’s whispered voice urging him to action. With that Tom was flying as fast as he could back out
the way he’d come. Just as he cleared where she was he heard a smashing clang and all feeling of where she
was, was gone. Searching he didn’t know where she was nor could he even feel a trace of her energy. It was
obvious that she was extremely proficient at hiding or her captor was that good at hiding her, either way
Tom vowed to find her and release her.
Awaking Tom thought of everything that had happened, seeing that Frilly was up and moving around made
him feel even better. Tom hadn’t been sure the plan would work and he knew that it wouldn’t again. Sighing
Tom set about making a new plan this one he felt would be much more effective than the last. Tom also
knew that he had to do more damage this time when he faced Malamon, he just wished he knew what power he had taken
from Malamon that way he’d have an advantage and any he felt was a damn good start to Malamon’s defeat.
Azel stood before the council of the mages, “I have questioned Tom, it appears he has been in contact
with Myria though I an curious as to why she never spoke to him. I might have an idea as to what she did 500
years ago but I need to test many things to make certain. I don’t believe she is a prisoner of Malamon but
rather a prisoner because of Malamon. Therefore in order to release her it will be up to Tom and our actions.”
Many on the council gasp though a few had suspected somethimg of this nature.
The eldest spoke up, “what would you have the coucil to do? Tom as you call him is as powerful as this council,
even then we might not be able to subdue him, I realise that if Myria has come to him then she has decided he is
good, I am not so easily swayed. We have no way of knowing where he is from or who he really is, I can not trust
that he is good as Myria would think, therefore we stay on guard.” Azel shook his head, idiots! he knew better
and also knew that this might be the undoing of the council.
Tom set out the next day prepared to implement his next plan. By the end of the day he had found
and removed another 10 of Malamon’s cronies’ powers looking into all of them trying to find where Malamon had
escaped to. Damnit! Malamon was it appeared more paranoid than he thought, it seemed that when he felt they had
life force enough to feed him, then they were drawn to him. Sighing Tom set out to get more of them he hoped
that it forced Malamon to try and confront him directly. Reaching out he felt to see if there were areas that
were shielded from him the result was dizzing. Well over 1000 places, Tom knew that this wasn’t going to be as
easy as he thought. Reaching further he found at least 4 times that in the rest of the world.
Sighing Tom went back to work removing as many as possible, now he was going to other countries where
he found that the balance was still well on the dark side. He had just taken out a slightly powerful one
when another appeared far more powerful than any he’d ever faced.
“Found you!” the man shouted, “it appears that you have taken it upon yourself to defeat us alone, a mistake
you’ll soon regret!” With that Tom was slow to move smiling to his self, this was just what he’d been waiting
for. Reaching out he felt the four others, freezing each he kept open and reached for the first. There he found
the man’s defences thick and his thoughts almost mirroring Malamon’s. The man started to throw everything at Tom
he could each missing Tom. Delving deeper he saw Malamon weak, laying back in concentration reaching in as quick
as he could Tom snapped 2 then 3 almost had the fourth when Malamon looked at him,