A Wizard's Trial

Author's Note: Despite starting "The Shaman's Pet," this is another story I'm exploring in writing, a concept that has lingered in my mind. Unlike drawing or creating a comic, I'm writing it out. I might sketch the cover later to fit the vision I have.

This story delves into the world of NTR but not Netori. Expect a element, as more NTR stories need to explore that. This won't be a typical beta cuck NTR often found in these stories.

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Chapter 1 - A secret left untold part 1

"Magic missile!" Seven orbs of arcane energy consecutively hit a destroy a dummy set up for target practice..

"Well done, you've surpassed journeyman-level magic resistance. Expected, you are my son," an older, dark-skinned man remarked, observing from the side. "Have you decided? Specialization or remain a generalist? I can assist, but the next steps are yours to take."

"...No father, but I've boiled it down to being a generalist. If not, then im looking at either specializing in divination, enchantment, alteration, or primal school." The young man replied

"Hmm, you have until the day before you leave to decide! You're too old to be indecisive! Make a choice and grab it by the balls. Your choice will coincide with the farewell gift I give you." As a third, more feminine voice called out from a distance, the older wizard said.

A priestess of enchanting allure glides gracefully around the dwelling, entering the backyard where the father and son wizards reside. Her lustrous blonde tresses cascade like molten gold down her back, concealed partially by a translucent white veil that lovingly envelops her head. Adorned in loose white robes, kissed by delicate gold trim that graces her knees, she emits an aura of refined elegance and untarnished innocence. Ebony stockings, held in place by dainty gold straps, embrace her legs, leading to shoes of modest low heels that punctuate her stride with a gentle allure.

"Elizabeth!" The young mage's face lit up. He wore a black wizard tunic, a white sash, loose black pants, and sleeves cut above the elbow. His short, black wooly hair and milk chocolate skin. Brown leather bracers adorned his wrists.

"How's your cleric training?" he asked.

"By week's end, I'll be a cleric. Our plan's on track. We'll leave the village together," she replied.

"Elizabeth, much as I enjoy your company, my son must learn more. Join us for dinner later," the father invited.

"Thank you, I will gladly accept your kind invitation," the young initiate replied with a gracious smile, her head dipped in a respectful bow before she gracefully departed. The two wizards observed her exit, entranced by the gentle sway of her hips and the elegant curvature of her form. Her figure seemed to possess an ethereal quality, exuding a sense of natural grace that effortlessly held their attention.

The older wizard was the first to shift his gaze from the trainee cleric's chosen route. His focus then settled on his son, who continued to peer in that direction.

"Hi'kim, a word of advice. If you consider yourself a man, you must be prepared to go to any lengths to safeguard what belongs to you. Regardless of how distasteful or cunning your methods may become, regardless of what or who stands in your way, be ready to destroy and remove all obstacles by any means necessary. Bear these words in mind."

The young wizard turned his head toward his father, struggling to grasp his father's words entirely.

"Enough for the moment," the older wizard interjected, "resume your practice and conjure your familiar." The young wizard shifted into a fresh stance, his body becoming a vessel for mana that swirled around him in a captivating dance.

....

Elizabeth ensured she was beyond Hi'kim's sight before she concealed her laughter behind her delicate hand, the delight bursting forth in an unrestrained giggle. "Sister Leah was spot on; this more revealing cleric attire does manage to hold his gaze. If things continue, he'll be mine before the week's end."

Elizabeth continued her journey along the village's dusty road with her secret amusement tucked away. She engaged with every passerby, from children to men, her warm conversations creating ripples of familiarity. Having been a village resident since childhood, her inclination to lend a hand to those in need was deeply ingrained. This earned her both immense popularity and widespread recognition among the villagers.

As Elizabeth blossomed into maturity, the local church keenly identified her innate potential to serve as a cleric and priestess. Recognizing her calling to bring solace and healing through divine magic, they extended a generous offer to her family, an invitation that underscored her profound connection to the sacred arts.

However, Elizabeth was far from naive when it came to human nature. Beneath the genuine respect for her charitable endeavors and sacred purpose, she remained acutely aware of the silent desires that some men harbored. It was an undeniable truth that her very form held a captivating allure, igniting both longing gazes and whispered fantasies. Unflinchingly, she acknowledged this seductive power, a potent asset she was more than willing to employ.

However, this reality was a mixed blessing. If her body could attract the gaze of strangers, it could also capture the attention of the boy she'd known since childhood. With resolve, she chose to utilize this power.

As Elizabeth neared the church, she saw the "piggy Bishop" on the second-floor window. An unsettling figure, the Bishop's rotund form spoke of gluttony, the excess weight and unpleasing features evidence of his indulgent ways. A noxious aura lingered in his wake, resulting from his apparent neglect of personal hygiene. Clad in once-pristine white Bishop's robes, now tarnished by repugnant yellow stains, his attire bore witness to his disregard for appearances.

Commanding authority over the churches within the rural expanse, the piggy Bishop was rumored to have been placed in his current position as a punitive measure for transgressions committed in the capital.

Elizabeth hastened her pace, endeavoring to evade the Bishop's notice. Alas, her attempt fell short as she reached the entrance. "Hey, young initiate, Elizabeth, isn't it?"

Halting in her tracks, Elizabeth conjured a strained smile and looked up to address the Bishop. "Greetings, Your Excellency."

"In just a few days, you'll ascend as a 'Lady of the Cloth,' won't you? The anticipation must be overwhelming," the Bishop inquired, his smile sending shivers down her spine.

"Yes, Your Grace, I am truly looking forward to it," Elizabeth responded, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Chuckling, the Bishop continued, his gaze growing more intense. "And have you selected your partner yet?"

A chill coursed down her spine as she registered the Bishop's lecherous demeanor. "I haven't revealed my choice yet. I'm gradually working on him..." she replied, her blush deepening as she confronted the uncomfortable situation.

"Patience is key, my dear. Remember, while this is your imminent path if he hesitates, there are alternatives. Now, your duties await," the Bishop's voice trailed off as he shifted his gaze downward.

"Thank you, Your Grace," the young initiate responded, her heart quickening as she hastened into the church. Grateful to escape the presence of the piggy Bishop, she focused on her duties.

A deep, unsettling groan escaped the Bishop's lips, the room resonating with the disturbing echoes of slurping sounds. "That naive girl, who could have foreseen that the little brat would grow into such a delicious woman," the Bishop muttered, his words tinged with a disturbing mixture of fascination and desire. The tempo of the slurping and sucking intensified, a disturbing crescendo that filled the air.

The Bishop places his hand on the head of the woman currently sucking on his priesthood. He closed his hand, grabbed a hand full of her hair, and started pushing and pulling on her head, forcing the whole eight inches into her mouth and to the back of her throat. As she tried to swallow, her head was pulled back by his strong hand, which pushed her back down and held her in place, causing the room to fill with gagging.

She felt her throat tightening around his member, a frantic panic gripping her as she began to slap at the Bishop's inner thigh in a bid for air. The seconds dragged on, a seemingly endless span of thirty, as her relentless slaps against his legs persisted. Her eyes rolled upward and disappeared into her head.

He finally pulled back on her hair, pulling her off his member with a loud "pop" sound. She was drooling all over the floor, and her face reddened. "You told that soon-to-be slut to wear that little outfit, didn't you? To attract the attention of whatever brat she wants to make her ritual partner. So annoying.", he said to the woman as she gasped for air. He forcefully turns her around and puts her on her hands and knees. " back at the old church I controlled, there was ; every female wanting to become a cleric was required to do the ritual with an already established priest seed into their womb regardless of whether they were a virgin or not." The Bishop mumbled as he slammed his member into her soaking wet, thoroughly abused hole.

Her eyes were wide and surprised. A small moan escaped her lips as the pleasure began. It was almost too much for her. Her mouth flew open, and a loud moan escaped into the air as she felt the wet warmth of his manhood inside her, filling her with pleasure.

The Bishop grunted like a beast as his lust fueled his desire. He pulled on that cleric's hair again; her eyes were still open wide and rolled into the back of her eyelids, with her fingers trying to dig into the wood of the floor. She was moaning heavily from the relentless her sacred hile was receiving.

It was so much more than a mere sexual experience. This was a sexual that she had been subjected to for the past few days. A sexual she was being subjected to. And the thought of it made her want more as she screamed at the top of her lungs from the orgasm she had just acquired. The Bishop slammed fully into her tightening hole, and her orgasm caused her to tighten around his member as the tip kissed the entrance to the womb.

With the pressure of that head against her cervix, the Bishop felt his cock begin to swell, and his sperm start to spill out of him. A loud "Aaaahhhhh!" was heard as the sperm began to flow out and into her womb. "Take it all if you're a true cleric of Arvia!!" He yelled, holding her in place and then gabbing a large dildo as he pulled his now soft member out of the current cleric and replaced it with the dildo letting only the bare minimum of his seed escape.

"Now, get up; you can't sleep all day! You have a flock of sheep to lead, and I want you to find a weakness for Elizabeth! We have a week before she leaves with that brat at the end of the week; I want her sucking my dick before then!" The piggy Bishop said as he got dressed and headed for the door leaving the barely conscious cum filled cleric on the floor.

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The father-son duo relocated to a safer distance from the village for their training. An ancient fire elemental, towering three stories tall, hurled a massive fireball at the young wizard. "Use battle magic to stop it, no alteration," the older wizard reminded from outside the protective barrier set up to contain the fight between the son and the elemental.

"ARGH!" The fire elemental changed tactics, launching multiple fiery projectiles. The young wizard countered, manipulating the winds to increase his swiftness and dodge each flaming shot. The intense training continued as spells clashed.

As hours passed, the fire elemental gradually diminished until it dissipated entirely. "Father, again!" The boy yelled as he prepared himself to continue his training.

"I expect nothing less from my boy!" The older wizard said as his eye began to glow again.

"By roots entwined and stones of old,

A mighty , a tale untold.

From earthen realm to mortal plane,

I beckon thee, rise now, unchain.

With power vast and strength untamed,

In my command, by name proclaimed.

Earth's guardian spirit, ancient and true,

I summon thee forth, my will to imbue.

Appear before me, from depths below,

A loyal servant, in this world we sow.

Ancient Earth elemental!"

A hushed anticipation lingers in the air as if the very Earth itself holds its breath in awe and trepidation. Suddenly, with a deep and resonating rumble, the very fabric of the land begins to tear apart, revealing a sight intimidating.

From the depths of the Earth's core, as if rising from a slumber eons old, a colossal figure emerges. The four-story-tall behemoth is an embodiment of ancient Earth elemental energy. Its massive form is a symphony of rugged textures and earthen tones as if the very bedrock and soil of the world were molded into a living, breathing entity.

It stands before Hi'kim, waiting to hear why Hi'keem called it forth. "Now, my son, fight but only using alteration magic!"

The younger mage's eyes glow blue as he can no longer hold back the smile creeping onto his face, "all too easy."

With an expression that screams enjoyment, Hi'kim raises his hands, fingers weaving intricate patterns through the air. The colossal Earth elemental regards him with an expressionless gaze.

"Gravity Well!" Demonstrating his quick-cast ability, he triggers the spell without reciting the complete incantation. The air around him begins to hum with energy, and a gravitational grows, centered on the colossal Earth elemental. The very ground trembles as the elemental's massive form becomes ensnared in an invisible grasp.

"It won't be strong enough to hold it since quick cast greatly reduces the power of the spell, but sometimes speed is more important than power in a battle."

The colossal Earth elemental struggles against the invisible grip of the gravity well, its massive form quivering as the attempts to contain its immense power. The ground beneath it groans and shifts, witnessing the titanic struggle between mage and elemental.

Before glancing at the door, Elizabeth applied her makeup, concluding with her lipstick. Her attire had shifted from cleric robes to a graceful black cloth dress. The dress flowed elegantly, tracing the contours of her form. Its tailored bodice accentuated her curves, capturing wandering glances.

An enchanting V-cut neckline, graced with delicate lace, framed her collarbones, infusing a hint of romance. With sleeves of three-quarter length, her wrists bore delicate silver bracelets that emitted soft, melodious tinkles.

A slender black satin ribbon cinched her waist, culminating in a gentle bow at the dress's back. The ensemble was a true masterpiece, custom-fitted to her figure, subtly alluding to her sensuality.

Exiting her room within the church, she unexpectedly encountered Sister Leah, her senior and mentor for five years.

"Starting the pursuit a tad early, aren't we? He won't be going anywhere just yet. And when he does, we'll be right there alongside him. After all, a priest or cleric's presence is essential for the anointment ritual, turning you into a cleric of Arvia," Leah quipped with a playful giggle.

Elizabeth blushed shyly and shook her head. "No, I'm just having dinner with him and Mr. Hikeem."

"Either way, go get him, girl!" Leah chimed in sweetly, her smile radiating warmth.

"Thank you," Elizabeth replied before turning and descending the stairs.

Leah's smile lingered as she watched Elizabeth's departure, but it quickly twisted into an expression of resentment. She glared daggers at the back of the initiate's head until she was out of sight.

With Elizabeth gone, Leah pivoted toward the Bishop's room at the end of the hallway. Without hesitation, she made her way there, heading towards the piggy baron who awaited her presence.

With his right hand raised, the young wizard poised to unleash another spell, his gaze fixed on the ancient Earth elemental as it materialized fully. "Now, vanis..." His sentence hung unfinished as his eyes locked onto her presence, standing there as an unforeseen distraction. Seizing the opportunity, the water elemental lashed out, ensnaring his leg with a watery tendril and slamming him relentlessly against the ground.

"Hi'kim!!" Her voice rang out, a mixture of worry and urgency. Her cry pierced through the chaos, drawing Hikeem's attention and compelling him to command the elementals to halt. As his eyes settled on her, he saw her holding three familiar baskets, a realization dawning upon him.

The baskets he had seen earlier rested in her arms, the same ones he had watched her prepare. The sight made the passing of time suddenly palpable to the father, a realization that washed over him like a tide of realization.

"Here, try this," Elizabeth whispered softly, offering a delectable baked good to Hi'kim. "Mmm."

His mouth full, Hi'kim managed a grateful nod, clearly savoring the taste. His father, Hi'keem, spoke up, his tone apologetic. "I apologize again. I was the one who invited you to join us for dinner, yet I got carried away in my son's training."

Elizabeth's smile grew warm as she waved away his apology. "Oh, no need for that. I'm the one who entered your home without permission and, well..." She gestured toward the array of food, prompting Hi'kim to burst into laughter. His joy-filled chuckles resonated under the night sky.

"Hey, stop that and swallow!" Elizabeth playfully scolded him.

Even so, isn't this a bit excessive? Did she manage to empty our entire pantry? Hi'keem pondered to himself, a wry smile tugging at his lips. He took hold of two empty plates, swiftly filling them with an array of delectable dishes.

"Either way, I'll take this portion and head home. You two, enjoy," he declared, rising from his seat. A snap of his fingers brought about a gentle enchantment, causing the plates of food to lift off the ground and hover at shoulder height gracefully.

"Leaving so soon, old man?" The son chimed in, taking a casual bite of an apple.

"Yes, I don't want to impose on Elizabeth. It can't be easy for her when your interests revolve solely around magic and combat," Hi'keem responded, causing Elizabeth's eyes to widen in shock.

"What? You think I wouldn't notice your intentions?" Hi'keem responded, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "The moment you joined the Church of the Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Intimacy, everyone assumed it would be Hi'kim."

Crimson red, Elizabeth turned her head to gauge Hi'kim's reaction, only to find him fully immersed in relishing her culinary creations. A mix of relief and delight swept over her as she faced her cooking being enjoyed so thoroughly.

"Hi'kim, remember my words earlier, no matter what," his father emphasized, prompting his son to pause mid-bite and meet his gaze. Hi'kim nodded, understanding the gravity of the sentiment.

"Elizabeth, always keep in mind that we are here for you whenever you may need us," Hi'keem added, his eyes reflecting a genuine concern. Elizabeth's smile radiated warmth as she acknowledged his words.

With a graceful gesture, the older wizard conjured a Dimension door and stepped through, his departure leaving a sense of reassurance behind.

Elizabeth scooted closer to Hi'kim, resting her head gently on his shoulder, and he reciprocated with a tender smile, a silent exchange of comfort and understanding that needed no words to convey.