A secret left untold pt 2.

Chapter 2 - A secret left untold pt 2.

Elizabeth's joyful hum resonated through the crisp morning air, a delightful melody that seemed to harmonize with the serene surroundings. Her arms were lovingly entwined around Hi'kim, playfully tugging him along like a willing companion on her journey of happiness.

Despite the bustling activity of early risers, an air of tranquility lingered, as if nature paused to admire the couple's shared bliss. Elizabeth, a radiant vision of contentment, had managed to lure Hi'kim away from his usual pursuits of magic mastery, combat training, and creature vanquishing, granting them a rare and cherished moment of togetherness.

Amid their leisurely stroll, her head found a comfortable resting place on his shoulder, a gesture of intimacy inviting warmth and affection. Onlookers couldn't help but grin at the sight, their teasing remarks playfully aimed at Hi'kim, who wore the good-natured banter like a badge of honor. It was a recurring jest among the villagers that victory always belonged to the wife in the age-old contest between spouses.

To Hi'kim, Elizabeth's radiant smile overshadowed any sense of regret for momentarily forsaking his magical studies. At that moment, the world seemed to shrink, and the pursuits that once consumed him now paled in comparison to the sheer joy of basking in her happiness.

As they continued their leisurely stroll through the village, the gentle morning sun cast a golden glow upon their path, enhancing the enchantment of the moment. Elizabeth's laughter tinkled like the sweetest of chimes, carrying with it an infectious mirth that seemed to fill every corner of the tranquil street.

"Only five more days, and then we can embark on our journey beyond this village. I'm truly grateful that you've patiently waited for me to undergo the anointing and become an official cleric before we set out," the young woman expressed, her gaze averted. Yet, her face radiated a deep sense of gratitude.

"I welcomed the news of your intent to join me on my travels. Knowing you would be by my side, to speak candidly, made me want to train even harder. My foremost goal is to ensure I can protect you above all else," the young wizard responded with unwavering composure.

Your dedication touches my heart, Hi'kim," Elizabeth replied, her voice soft and sincere. "But, there is something I need from you." She said shyly.

"Absolutely," he replied, a warm smile gracing his lips.

"I have a favor to ask," her voice trembled slightly, a rosy blush tingeing her cheeks. "I need you to be my partner and my first during my anointing ceremony. You've been pretending not to understand the anointing, but I can't imagine anyone else fulfilling this role."

His silence hung in the air, their footsteps echoing softly as they walked toward the tranquil riverbed.

"Hi'kim, please, just say something," her concern was evident in her eyes as she searched his face for a reaction.

Another minute passed, tension thickening until he finally broke his silence. Without words, he closed the gap between them, his lips tenderly meeting hers in a heartfelt kiss.

The tension in the air seemed to break as their lips parted, and their gazes met in mutual understanding. "I'll take that as a yes," she playfully remarked, a musical giggle escaping her lips as she gently tugged him down to the soft riverbed, nestling herself comfortably in his embrace. "I must admit, I had hoped for a more romantic setting, free from the intrusion of Leah's being there to anoint me," she mused with an innocent chuckle.

Hi'kim remained an observer, his curiosity piqued.

"Picture something like... sex on this riverbed," she teased, her words dripping with mischief.

The young wizard's eyebrow arched with intrigue, a silent question in his eyes.

"Of course, that remains a distant possibility, at least until after I become an official cleric," she whispered seductively, her lips brushing against his ear before kissing his neck softly.

"Ahem, do remember that you're still in public, you two!" a familiar voice shattered their intimacy, sending a shiver of annoyance down Elizabeth's spine. It was a voice she recognized all too well – the piggy bishop, a figure she held little regard for.

"While young love is indeed a beautiful thing, especially in the eyes of our goddess, do keep in mind your surroundings," the bishop chimed in, his tone oddly cheerful.

Both looked up, Elizabeth struggling to hide her disdain while Hi'kim regarded the portly bishop indifferently.

"G-good day, Your Grace. W-what brings you here at this early hour?" Elizabeth asked, annoyance evident in her voice as she addressed the unwanted visitor.

"Ah, my dear Elizabeth," the bishop's jolly facade barely faltered as he addressed her. "I was merely taking my morning stroll, enjoying the serene beauty of nature and the love that seems to envelop this riverbank." He gave a theatrical sigh, his eyes twinkling with an exaggerated charm that grated on her nerves.

"Of course, Your Grace," she replied through gritted teeth, her politeness failing to mask her displeasure.

Hi'kim remained silent, his gaze unwavering as he observed the exchange between Elizabeth and the bishop.

"Ah, young man," the bishop turned his attention to Hi'kim, his voice taking on a patronizing tone. "You must be Hi'kim, the talented wizard who has captured our dear Elizabeth's heart. It's always heartwarming to witness the fervor of young love."

"Your Grace," Hi'kim acknowledged with a nod, his tone neutral, neither friendly nor hostile.

The bishop chuckled as if sharing a secret joke. "Well, my children, I shall leave you to your... private moment," he said with a knowing wink, clearly relishing the discomfort he was causing. "Remember, young love must thrive in the right environment." With a theatrical wave of his hand, he waddled away, his robe billowing behind him.

Elizabeth let out a frustrated sigh as the bishop's figure disappeared from view, her irritation still palpable. "Ugh, that man has an uncanny ability to ruin even the most tender moments," she muttered as she sat up.

"The moment's gone awry. I had this whole plan in mind – a serene stroll, sharing my feelings, and then building anticipation for the final night with a loving blowjob," she sighed, leaving him utterly stunned.

"Well, my love," she said, pausing momentarily before a light giggle escaped her lips. "Our early morning serenity has passed, and we both have tasks to complete and preparations to finish before our final day in the village." Elizabeth bestowed another tender kiss upon him before setting off to lend her aid to the village.

"What on earth just transpired?" The young wizard remained seated, a silent contemplation enveloping him for a few moments as he replayed the recent events in his mind. 'Did we truly just become an official couple?'

Hi'kim gazed at the tranquil river, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through his consciousness.

"I... I need to speak with my father," he muttered to himself, determination resolute in his tone. Rising from the ground, he brushed himself off and went back home.

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"That bitch!" The bishop slammed both his first into the desk in his office.

"Mmmm MMMM," Leah lays bound and gagged on the floor, her arms above hers head while her legs are being held open by a metal bar; her pussy spread apart by a 9 inch pink cylindrical tube that seems to move and squirm uncontrollably on her nipples were weighted clips

"Shut up bitch, she is your initiate, and you failed to raise and train her properly!" He yelled at the gagged

"Agghhh!" Leah screamed into the ball gag as she had her 7th orgasm. Her eyes rolled back then she falls .

"Tch, a useless but it doesn't matter; I have a plan B for that soon-to-be cock gobbler." The piggy bishop extends his hand into a drawer, retrieving a diminutive brown bottle containing a translucent liquid.

"In the upcoming night of her anointment, once she consumes this aphrodisiac, her desires will be uncontrollable, binding her to any presence nearby. Yet, the predicament lies with that persistent boy. Removing him is imperative, for his father and he possess a threat that could undermine my intricate plans," the bishop disclosed, sifting through his desk once again and eventually retrieving a second bottle.

"I need to exercise caution in my approach. Although the boy possesses considerable talent, he is still quite young. Handling him should be manageable since he doesn't harbor suspicions about me. However, it's his father who presents the true obstacle. I'm unsure of his capabilities and whether my divine arts can adequately withstand his arcane skills."

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The sun sits at noon as a young wizard stands before his father.

"Well, out with it," Hi'keem demanded, his gaze piercing his son like a steel blade.

"I've made up my mind. I'll pursue the path of a generalist. While I won't master any single school of magic, I'll gain enough skill in all of them to tackle any challenge that comes my way," Hi'kim declared confidently.

"In the end, your indecisiveness surprises me not. Yet, I anticipated this moment would arrive. However, I expected it to take you longer," the elder wizard remarked, reclining in his chair.

Father and son occupied the private study, walls adorned with various magical tomes spanning different schools of theory. Staves and wands of assorted types leaned against one corner, while another wall boasted a tapestry of magical artifacts, creations of Hi'keem himself. Hi'kim ambled toward a bookshelf containing volumes on chaos theory penned by none other than his own father.

To Hi'kim, his father was simply "dad." He rarely pondered the man's true identity and abilities. The village treated Hi'keem without special reverence, unlike the Bishop or Baron who received deference during visits or requests for his aid.

"No, Father. Quite the opposite. I'm choosing this for her sake," he said, fingers brushing over another tome, "Chaos Magic, The Lost Hand of Mortal Gods," also written by his father.

The older wizard raised a curious brow, intrigued by his son's words. "And by that, you mean...?"

"You know exactly what I mean. This morning, Elizabeth and I decided to be together. Following your own advice, I'm embracing decisiveness," Hi'kim declared, positioning himself before his father.

Leaning forward, his hands resting upon the desk with a book nestled beneath one palm, he locked a determined gaze with his father. "You mentioned a gift, one linked to my decision. Well, you can keep that. I truly seek your most guarded secret, the one concealed in plain sight. Your knowledge of chaos magic and chaos theory, I want that wisdom," the young mage's resolve was unwavering.

One of the most unsettling smiles Hi'kim had ever witnessed instantly played across his father's countenance. Still, it vanished as swiftly as it appeared.

"Chaos magic? Mere speculation, chaos magic is a theory older wizards toss around during moments of weariness with the conventional laws of magic. Chaos isn't a school of magic – it doesn't exist," the older wizard declared, turning slightly in his twisting chair. He raised his hands towards his chest, fingers tapping together, his expression carrying a disinterested air.

"A reasonable argument from anyone but you," Hi'kim retorted, circling the desk to position himself squarely in his father's line of sight. "You wouldn't have authored two books on the subject if there was no kernel of truth to it. The man I call my father doesn't indulge in falsehoods."

"Do you truly think you know me, boy?" Hi'keem raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"As well as a son should!" Hi'kim shot back.

"Very well, I'll divulge all that you desire to know. However, you must answer a question in return. You have until the day's end to provide the correct answer. Fail, and not only will you remain ignorant of the knowledge you seek, but you'll also need to surrender to me that which holds the utmost importance to you," the chilling smile returned to the father's face.

Hi'kim recoiled, eyes widening in disbelief. "Hand over to you... what is most important to me? The only things of utmost importance are you, my magic, and Elizabeth... Dad!" he exclaimed.

"What was the foremost rule of magic I ever taught you?" The elder wizard's tone grew solemn as he raised a hand.

"All magic has a price, but Dad..."

"Do not 'but Dad' me. All magic exacts a toll. When the cost isn't just mana, as with conventional magic, it can be far dearer. A price you may only comprehend and rue once it's paid," the older wizard cautioned, Hi'kim noticing the nails of his father's interlocked hands digging into his flesh, drawing blood.

"Dad..." Hi'kim's concern was evident.

"Be grateful you're learning this from me, not a demon, devil, daemon, dark or fallen god. Now, do you accept these terms?"

With a deep breath and a newfound resolve, Hi'kim met his father's gaze. "I do, for her sake; I won't falter or fall. I'll safeguard what's mine, no matter the cost."

His father's grin widened. "I would expect nothing less from my own blood. Now, depart. You have until midnight to return with the answer to who I am." With a flick of his father's wrist, Hi'kim found himself outside, facing the entrance to their home.