The Wizard's Harem

Volume One: His Fairy Familiar

Griz T. Orc
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 Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
 Chapter 1

The wizard William started with the potatoes. Peeled, sliced, diced,
then dropped into the cooking pot to boil with the water from the
stream. While they were softening, next came the onions. He’d have
liked to have cut them finer than he did, but when he’d left on the
journey into these woods, he hadn’t thought to bring a cutting board
with him, so as soon as the onion’s flesh left his small paring knife, it
dropped right into the pot over the campfire.

The star of the meal was the sausage. It wasn’t much meat, but it
was the very last of what he’d brought with him. He cut the short,
damaged roll into large chunks and into the pot with the rest it went.
To finish, there were the seasoning. Salt, pepper, a touch of cayenne
that was technically a catalyst for his Burning Hands spell, but which
he more often than not ended up using in his cooking.

He gave everything a good stir using the cleanest stick he’d been
able to find, then sat back on the fallen log where he’d made camp
and let out a sigh.

“Oh my, that smells wonderful.” The old woman said as she sat on
her own log, her wrinkled face beaming as her eyes closed. She’d
approached him earlier a little after he had started the fire, leaning
on her gnarled cane. Her back was hunched over, and she was
small, her head not even coming up to his shoulder even when
William was hardly a tall man himself. She had said she was on her
way to see her daughter’s family but needed a place to rest for the
night and asked if she could share the safety and warmth of his fire.
Not being a complete monster, the wizard had said yes.
“It’s edible. I’d have loved to brown the meat a bit first, and I should
have brought some cloves of garlic with me, some stock, but...well,
this is the first time I’ve taken a trip where I couldn’t sleep at an inn. I
should have prepared better.” He answered with another sigh,
poking at the fire with his staff.

“Oh my. A young man who cooks. You don’t see that too often in
these times, do you?” She replied, her tone light and unbothered by
his morose self-deprecation.

“Just a hobby I picked up on the side. As a science, it’s so close to

alchemy, it seemed a waste not to learn. I’ve never been much for
soups though. My specialty is pies. Every ingredient so precise.
Every step so meticulous. Very soothing.” He let out yet another
sigh, “Besides, I’ve not had a woman to cook me meals since I left
my mother’s side to become a wizard’s apprentice.”

“Such a shame. I say, if I were just ten years younger…” The old
woman trailed off, then let out a mix between a girlish giggle and a
witch’s cackle, but soft as a whisper, “Don’t you worry though.
Nothing spurs growth faster than leaving your comfort zone, and I’m
sure that you’ll…”

The old woman tilted her head, “Come to think of it, I never thought
to ask. Just what brings you to these old woods?”

The wizard let out his biggest sigh yet.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

 Chapter 2

Twenty-eight days ago

The King was dead.

Long live the Queen.

The news spread fast around the kingdom, and with it a rising
tension. King Richard had been a respected figure. He believed
strongly in traditions and had stalwartly kept the kingdom safe and
stable all throughout his forty-year reign.

His wife the Queen though, she was a revolutionary. Ever since their
marriage, Queen Regina had pushed hard for reforms. Not just the
introduction of a new state religion from her home country, but the
castle’s coffers began going towards innovations in engineering and
warfare. For years, it seemed like a lost cause, but eventually those
investments began to pay for themselves. The army was wielding
muskets now, the deadly weapons striking fear to the neighboring
kingdoms to the north and east. Crop rotation and new chemical
fertilizers had more than doubled the yield of crops, the full bellies
earning her the support of the common folk. And the Goddess
Yanathel of the Queen’s native religion was kind, her priests
delivering blessings of good health, safe childbirths, and curing
wounds and disease at the local temples. Far more than the old god
Nog had ever done.

Now that King was gone and the Queen was in charge, the people
expected things to change even faster. Most welcomed that change,
that progress, but more than a few were still loyal to the old King.
Some were wary of the idea of a queen, a woman, ruling the
kingdom at all. Others worried that these new changes might spell
disaster, that the old ways were done for a reason.

For William the Wizard, it was more personal than that.

He was being fired.

At least the Queen had the decency to tell him in person, coming
alone into the wizard’s tower, the highest standing room within the
castle, where generations of wizards had done their research and
worked to keep the kingdom safe.

The walls were lined with shelves and drawers, each filled to the
brim with books, potions, reagents, catalysts, artifacts, trinkets, idols,
charms, runes, and all other manner of magical knick knacks. The
Queen stood just outside the door, and William could see from the
crinkling of her nose, it was the smell that stopped her from coming
inside.

“Your Majesty,” William began, his voice tense but hoping it

appeared anxious rather than holding back the anger, “I have served
the kingdom loyally my entire life. I do not understand why you wish
to rid me of the office...to get rid of the office of Court Wizard at all!”

Queen Regina folded her arms underneath her substantial breasts.

Even when she was looking at him with pure contempt, he had to
admit that she was one of the most attractive women he’d ever laid
eyes on. It was easy to see how she had seduced the King.

The Queen had long, silky, crimson red hair that flowed in waves
down to the small of her back, emerald green eyes that sparkled with
intelligence, high cheekbones on a perfectly sculpted face. Even
after bearing the King two daughters nearly two decades ago, her
body was still voluptuous and soft without being fat, the kind of body
. She was wearing a royal gown that no doubt cost more than his
income for a year, despite it having so little fabric. Blue silk with
detailed embroidery, a plunging neckline that dove well underneath
her cleavage and threatened to reveal her nipples with the slightest
wrong movement, a hemline so high he’d easily be able to see what
sort of panties she was wearing if she ever raised her arms more
than shoulder level. Few women her age could pull off such a daring
outfit, and few women in the kingdom could fill it out so well, with her
wide, curvy hips, her smooth stomach with just a touch of extra
meat, and breasts that were large enough to partially obscure her
forearms when they were folded underneath, but just as perky as the
breasts of a woman half her age and with half the size.

If only she wasn’t as cunning as she was beautiful.

“It’s rather simple, dear William. It’s because you don’t do anything.
Your magic amounts to nothing but parlor tricks if it does not benefit
the kingdom.” She explained as though lecturing a small, particularly
slow child.

“Burning Hands. Mirror Image. Water Into Wine. Levitation. You

would call these spells parlor tricks?” William gripped the worktable,
his knuckles turning white.

“Yes. It’s all very well and good that you can produce fire, but we
have Fire Strikers that Tesara came up with, so now anyone can
start one with a handful of tinder. Mirror Image is an impressive trick,
but unless you’re on the front lines of a battle, what point is there in
these illusions? As for your wine spell...I’ve tasted it myself. Sour
and bitter. What good is it when our vineyards are having harvests
double what they were ten years ago?”
“I know other spells!” William insisted.

“Yes, I’m sure you do. But tell me. Do you have any spells in your
books that will be of real value to this kingdom? Something that will
make the life of my people easier, more secure, better?” Regina said
as she twirled her finger in her hair.

William opened his mouth to fire back a response, but as he ran

through all of his arcane knowledge, he was failing to find a solid
answer. Just before Regina continued, he made a desperate gambit,
“That’s fair, your Majesty. Court Wizards are best in a time of crises.
Thanks to the late King Richard, we have grown to enjoy the long
peace. I have spent these years researching and preparing, and I’m
sure that these skills will be of use some day. But as you say, I
should make myself useful in the meantime.”

William held up his index finger, “One month. Give me one month to
divert my studies, and I promise you I’ll bring you an innovation the
likes of which this kingdom has never seen. Please, your Majesty.”

Regina pursed her lips, her sharp eyes boring into his. William could
feel the sweat on his neck and palms. He swallowed as she
considered.

“Very well. It is not that I doubt your capabilities, William. Only that
for as long as I have known you, I have never once thought you
necessary.” She turned around, the short hem of her gown rising up
enough to show off some of her plump thighs, clinging tight enough
to reveal the curve of her royal ass, “One month. After that, you’ll
either keep your position or I’ll have no choice but to banish you from
the kingdom.”

Banished?!
William grit his teeth as he watched Regina walk away. Despite
himself, he couldn’t tear his eyes away until she was out of sight. Not
with the way her hips were swaying like that. Once she was gone
though, he shut the door and leaned against it, breathing a sigh of
relief.

One month. That would be plenty of time. The Wizard’s Tower had
been a part of the castle for over two hundred years. In that time, it
had collected all kinds of knowledge and wisdom. He just needed to
find something he could use.

By tomorrow, he’d have Regina on her knees, begging for

forgiveness.
 Chapter 3

Twenty-one days ago.

One week later, and William was no closer to finding an answer than
when he had begun. Old magic was pointless!

Most of was the same sort of useless “parlor tricks” Regina had
mocked him for before. There were other, more promising spells, but
no matter how closely he studied the runes and sigils, once he tried
casting the spell it would fizzle out. Wizards in the past had slung
fireballs and created clones of themselves, scried upon their
enemies their enemies, even dominated lesser minds.

All of that was far beyond William’s reach.

For now though. He just needed one spell, something that he could
show to Regina and avoid banishment. In the end, he chose the
scrying spell. Being able to remotely view political opponents and
enemies would provide invaluable intelligence to the kingdom, and it
was certainly something the Queen wouldn’t be able to turn down.

And if it also provided him a way to spy upon the women’s baths
every now and then, where was the harm in that?

The tome that contained the spell was written in faded ink, with
handwriting harder to decipher than foreign runes, so William started
a painfully slow task of transcribing it out onto fresh parchment word
by word.
It was slow, boring work, but it reminded him of the early days when
he had first learned of his magical abilities. They had amounted to
little, the ability to conjure a flame weaker than a candle’s. Moving
pebbles along a table. But it was enough to be sent to the castle, to
study under the former court wizard, Merkin.

The old man had held the position for over fifty years, and the
lessons William received were brief, mostly limited to telling him what
not to touch and pointing him to the most basic of books, nevermind
that a peasant child like William hadn’t had the privilege of learning
to read.

William had been born with a thirst for knowledge though, and the
castle’s librarian had not been nearly so inhospitable, taking time out
of her day to teach him letters, then words, and within two months he
was back in the wizard’s tower. Merkin would often be sleeping,
drinking, or absent, but on the rare occasion he could get the old
man to answer a question, explain a rune, watch him practice his
spellcasting.

Within a year of arriving at the castle, he had transformed his simple

candle flame into genuine magic, producing enough flame to cook a
pig black within seconds. Still being a child, he’d named the spell
Dragon’s Breath. Two decades later, he still hadn’t gotten around to
thinking of something less embarrassing to call it.

Merkin passed away less than a month after he had mastered the
spell, and from there, progress slowed. The old man’s advice had
been infrequent, vague, and sometimes even contradictory, but there
was no one else within the kingdom who could teach William then.
Nothing but the books. He spent the next two years trying to learn
the levitation spell, and even today it was incomplete.
It was as he hunched over his desk scribbling away with the quill,
reminiscing on old memories, that he felt a chin on his shoulder.

“Heyyyy buddy.” Came the deceptively sweet voice of Tesara.

William let out a sigh, “Hello, Tess.”

Tesara was the closest thing he had to a rival within the castle. The
Court Engineer. A position invented just for her, after her “scientific”
innovations had made things better for the common people and
made his position seem redundant. If not for her, surely his job would
have been secure.

Not that he resented her for it. Not at all.

The engineer was from a foreign kingdom far to the east. Her skin
was even paler than his, a testament to how much time she spent
out of the sun and buried in her underground workshop. Her hair was
pitch-black with blue highlights, shiny, and like two separate tangled
messes barely contained in her puffy twin pigtails. She was
frustratingly young, barely into her eighteenth year, though her body
looked like it had stop growing a few years before that, with her
petite frame and diminutive height. If not for always being covered in
soot.

She had been a child prodigy. If she had put her mind to the arcane,
William had no doubt she would have long surpassed him and been
capable of magical feats he could only read about. Instead, she
tinkered with metal and steam and science, and her brilliance had
earned her that position five years ago when she was still a child.

“What do you need?” William asked as he turned around to face her.

“Well...word on the grapevine was you will be leaving soon, so I was
wondering if I could, you know, scavenge your things like a vulture.
Pretty please? You’ve so many rare metals and chemicals up here,
I’d love to do some research on them.” Tesara answered with an
impish grin.

Tesara looked like she’d just come here straight from her workshop.
It was usually easy to tell. For one, her body would glisten with
sweat from the heat produced by her forges and steam engines and
other mechanical contraptions. For another, he could see all of that
sweat on her very exposed body. Aside from the strange wooden
sandals she wore and the thick goggles dangling from her neck, the
engineer was dressed only in a snug pair of black panties and two
belts, one the tool belt hanging from her waist, the other just like it
but tightened over her small, teacup breasts, serving double duty to
hide her nipples and present something as close to cleavage as the
small engineer could manage.

“This grapevine of yours is wrong. Her Majesty has given me a

chance to prove myself. A chance to show that the magical arts are
not to be underestimated,” William said.

“Riiiiiight.” Tesara dragged the word out childishly long, rolling her
eyes as her mouth kept the same grin, “You know, you could always
come work for me. Your manipulation of ether flux manifestations is
pretty interesting, and I have some theories on how it could be put to
use to—”

William didn’t even want to consider the idea of becoming another

flunky of a woman nearly half his age, “Even if I were to agree, that’s
not on the table. Her Majesty will banish me if I do not meet her
expectations.”
“Which brings me back to the original question. I was thinking of that
platinum nugget that—”

“Get out!” William shouted as he slammed his fist on the table,

toppling the inkwell, the black puddle spreading all over the
parchment he had spent the last three hours working on. A week of
intense research and no progress had left him irritable, and the
engineer was stepping on his nerves.

“Wow. Okay, fine. Such a spoilsport. And here I was going to try and
help you out, smooth things over.” Tesara gave a disappointed huff,
then slammed the door on her way out.

William rubbed his temples with two fingertips on each side, trying to
calm himself down. It wasn’t even that the woman was a bad person.
She simply had tunnel vision, only really paying attention to the work
in front of her.

“Jealous of a child. Pull yourself together, man.” William said as he

looked at his ruined parchment.

He put his palm over the paper, calmed his breath, closed his eyes
as he focused, “Presto Fixo.”

The magic flowed in through his lungs, out through his blood, down
into his fingertips. The ink stopped spreading towards the end of his
desk, then began to retreat, as though the flow of time were going
backwards. The inkwell tipped itself back upright and over the course
of a long minute, his brow beading with sweat from the intense
focus, the ink flowed back into place.

“Hoo. At least that’s one thing I can do right.” William said as he put
the stopper back on the inkwell, stowed it away in a drawer and took
out a replacement. He’d found out the hard way that lingering arcane
energy could make ink unstable, liable to catch fire when applied
pressure with a quill, and that spell didn’t work on the ashes of a
parchment.

“Now back to work. I’m on to something here. If I keep at it, I should

figure this spell out by tomorrow.”
 Chapter 4

One day ago.

The scrying spell hadn’t worked out. Neither had the Earth Into
Water spell he’d thought to use to aid in mining. Or the Torrential
Rain spell to help in case of a drought. Or the Everburning Torch
spell to light up the kingdom at night while saving on fuel costs.
Whether it was his lack of talent or his inability to properly focus,
none of the spells would work for him.

The spell for raising the dead had at least done something, but he
didn’t see a use in turning corpse into monsters hungry for his own
brains, and he doubted Her Majesty would either.

And then he had found his answer.

Fairies. Magical creatures of the forest. According to a dust-covered

tome with yellowed pages, ancient wizards used to take fairies on as
familiars. The bond of master and servant was said to act as a
conduit, letting the wizard use a fairy’s magic to augment their own.

He remembered, years ago as a child just arriving at the castle,

before he could even read and barely knew any magic, Merkin had
once mentioned fairies. That he had spent years hunting them, had
even caught one and gained incredible power, but once he’d fallen
asleep, she was gone when he awoke. At the time, it had sounded
like another drunken fantasy, like when he’d bragged about killing
dragons or bedding the late Queen.
But driven into the corner as he was, William didn’t see any other
choice.

William had packed himself as well as he could for a journey, then

for the first time in years left the city and headed on horseback. It
took him two days to make it into the Titan’s Woods, a thick forest of
trees to the west of the capitol. Long ago, a road had run through it
to the port town on the other side, but these days there was a much
wider road that instead ran along the river, and nature had mostly
reclaimed the old road with grass and weeds.

Stories claimed that the forest was the home to the fairies, and he
didn’t have time to look anywhere else.

The forest proved to be occupied after all, but the first thing he
encountered was a group of six bandits. William felt confident that
his magic could kill two, perhaps three of them. He theorized that if
he were to engulf some of them in flames and let them burn, the
others might turn tail and flee in terror.

But that could also end with them going into a rage trying to avenge
their comrades. If that happened, he had a serious risk of injury,
even death. Not that he’d be helpless. He could use the Dragon’s
Breath spell three times a day, and that would be more than enough
for the group. He estimated his chances of victory in that scenario at
70%.

The odds of them staying to fight, 20%. The odds of losing if they
stayed to fight, 30%. Taken together, threatening them with his magic
would work 94% of the time.

It was that 6% that had him give up his horse and all the silver he
had been carrying with him.
They laughed at his back as he continued on into the forest, one of
them even offering friendly advice that what lurked inside was far
scarier than them. Without the horse, William knew he’d never be
able to return to the kingdom in time to meet the Queen’s deadline
unless he turned back now.

But there wasn’t any point in returning, not without results.

If he’d known that on that same day that he was going to be chased
by a bear, he might have reconsidered.

“Levi Raiso!”

The spell was designed to give the caster the power of flight, to soar
in the sky like a bird. It had never performed that well for William, but
it could still reduce his weight to a few pounds. That made it easier to
run, but it did nothing for the heavy packs of food and water he was
carrying.

“Damn it!”

William dropped the bags upon the forest floor, then jumped like a
grasshopper, soaring up fifteen feet, grabbing a tree branch and
pulling himself up to safety.

Below, the bear roared at him, long claws tearing up the bark. Now
that he had a chance to safely look at it, William broke out into a cold
sweat. On two legs, the beast was standing over nine feet tall, must
have weighed well more than a thousand pounds. He didn’t know if
his Dragon’s Breath spell would be enough to kill it, but he had zero
intention of getting close enough to use it.
He clenched his teeth as the bear pushed at the tree; the branches
shook and leaves fell, but the old roots held strong. A good thing,
since the spell he’d cast was already wearing off and his weight was
returning to normal.

William could only watch as the bear turned its attention away from
him and towards his supplies. The bear easily ripped open the
canvas bag as it pinned the fabric with a paw and then pulled with its
teeth, all the supplies meant to sustain him on the journey spilling
out. The bear’s nose rooted around inside, and William watched as it
started to eat.

The bear finished its meal within an hour, but William spent the night
in the tree, not coming down until the morning, after he’d recovered
the energy to use the levitation spell once more should he need it.

He took what the bear had left of his supplies, repairing one of the
canvas bags and waterskins, and headed deeper into the woods.

His luck was better the next day. No one robbed him. Nothing tried to
eat him. Instead, it was just the grassy road in front and behind him
and trees on every side, as far as he could see.

He spotted squirrels, two rabbits, even a female deer. No fairies

though. He considered hunting for meat—he’d spent enough time in
the palace kitchens to know how to butcher an animal—but he only
had the one offensive spell, blasting hot fire from his hands, and that
required getting close enough to the animal to use it, and even if he
managed that, the risk of starting a fire he couldn’t put out was too
great.

Towards noon though, his luck changed. A baby fawn limped onto
the grassy road in front of him. There was blood on the fur of its hind
leg. Escaped from a predator? The poor thing looked exhausted, and
it froze when its large, wet eyes spotted William. Then, rather than
flee, the small fawn hobbled its way towards him, nuzzled at his
pants leg, then laid down to sleep.

He’d have a full stomach at dinner tonight.

Or so he would have. But as William considered the sleeping animal,

he realized that skinning and cutting a beast in the kitchen was
missing one very important step when compared to doing it out in the
wild.

“Damn it. It’s so small, I bet there’s hardly any good meat on it. I’ll be
better off looking using the time it’d take to butcher it looking for
berries. Or better yet, fairies. Then I can leave these accursed
woods.”

Even if he justified sparing the small beast as a matter of saving

time, he took out the small medical kit he’d brought with him,
thankfully spared in the bear’s rampage. William wasn’t a priest, but
he still knew how to disinfect and bandage a wound, and he spent a
few minutes doing just that, working slowly, not wanting to disturb the
deer’s slumber, before he continued onwards.

In the afternoon, he’d heard a rustling in a bush. His heart had raced,
though his rational mind was telling him the odds of a fairy hiding in a
bush of all places was mostly non-existent. Even so, he’d been
unable to resist investigating, parting the leaves and peering back…

...to find a black and white creature turning around, lifting up its tail,
then releasing a hot liquid right onto his chest, splashing up at his
neck, a liquid with the most pungent odor he’d ever smelled in his
life.
It had taken his Presto Fixo spell an hour to get the smell out
afterwards. At least he hoped he’d gotten rid of it all, and that his
nose simply hadn’t given up on him.

Rather than a tree, after spending the day with no predators in sight,
he decided to take his chances on the ground. He set up a small
camp, bringing a ring of stones together and starting a small
campfire just as the sun was setting and the wind was becoming
brisk.

Walking along the road as he was, he estimated the other edge of

the forest was nearby. He’d be out of it by mid-morning. Back on the
main road by noon. At the port town by evening. Perhaps there
would be a merchant’s ship he could persuade to take on a wizard?

He stared into the warm fire as he planned what seemed like a

rather mundane and bleak future, and nearly jumped up another tree
when his thoughts were interrupted.

“Evening, young man. I know it’s much to ask, but could I sit by your
fire for tonight?”
 Chapter 5

The soup was ready. Having lost his ladle, William instead dipped
the bowl directly into the pot and scooped it up, filling it up halfway.

He held the bowl out to the old woman, “Careful. It’s hot. Wait a few
minutes for it to cool.”

She looked up at him from her seat, giving him a smile and revealing
she still had most of her teeth left. “Oh dear. Ae you sure?”

“There’s plenty for us both. And if you really are set on continuing
forward through these accursed woods though?” Even after he’d told
her of the bandits and the bear, even after they both heard wolves
howling in the distance, she had persisted, telling him he need not
worry, that her old skin was as tough as bark.

She sat the bowl on the ground to cool, “Not all the way through. No,
just to my daughter’s home. It’s not too far from here.”

William sucked in his breath, “Ma’am, I don’t think anyone lives in

these woods but bandits. Are you…ah...how do I put this…?”

William considered the possibility that the old woman couldn’t trust
her memory, that perhaps she’d lost her daughter decades ago, and
that he’d need to escort her out of the woods with him rather than let
her continue deeper. She was so old and frail; he didn’t think she
could last a day, especially not when she had nothing but the clothes
on her back and that gnarled cane.
The old woman laughed, that giggle and cackle mixing in a slightly
unsettling way, then rose up to her feet, the gnarled cane discarded.
With a vitality he hadn’t expected from a woman her age and
condition, she stretched her arms up over her head and he could
hear her joints cracking. She let out a satisfied groan, and then her
body started twisting.

William backed away, putting the campfire between himself and her,
and he watched her change.

Her neck straightened as the hunch on her back receded. The

sagging wrinkles on her face began to pull back. Long, crooked
fingers smoothed and pulled back, become small and delicate.
Before his eyes, the old woman was shedding that age like a locust,
and he could see that what might have become withered had once
been a beautiful woman. A very small, beautiful woman, for even
though she had already been short, now that she was standing up
straight she hardly came up to his chest.

But then the changes kept coming.

First, her cloak started wrinkling, the wrinkles folding into leaves, and
the red, brown, and golden leaves falling away into a pile at her feet.
The dress started wrinkling next, and when it fell away, he could see
her pale pink skin completely revealed, the only thing left two small
bright green leaves that clung to her breasts and a long, narrow leaf
between her legs that didn’t hide nearly enough.

She shook her head vigorously, her ratty hair swinging about, and
with a final shake, the hair shed all its grime and oil, and rather than
being white from old age, it was now a solid, pure white that
reminded him of a fresh snow, almost sparkling in the campfire’s
light.
She let another groan, but this time her voice was delicate and
sensual, the sound of a lover being touched just how she liked. As
she did, her flat chest began to swell, her breasts expanding
outwards, each far more than a handful, far too large on such a small
frame, the leaves only covering a tiny fraction, his sharp eyes
catching the slightly darker shade of pink near the leaf’s edge that
must have been her areola.

It was so entrancing that it was only after they stopped growing that
he noticed her final change.

Wings. Glittering, translucent wings. Four of them in an X-shaped

pattern, each about as wide as his palm and looking so delicate they
might fall apart on a breeze. Despite those looks, they held together
when they started flapping, blurring like a hummingbird’s wings as
the woman lifted up a few feet off the ground, stretching once more,
arching her back so far that any other woman would have fallen off
of her feet.

“Mmm...feels so good to let these out after squeezing them in for so

long.”

William realized his mouth was open, and rather than close it, asked,
“You. You’re a…”

Still flying, she swerved towards him, hovering over the ground with
her face just inches from his, “I am a fairy, weary traveler. I’ve been
watching you, judging you. Testing you.”

“You’ve been...testing me?” William’s mind raced, “Then, that bear?”

She pulled back, swiped at the air, her hands transforming into two
furry giant paws each bigger than her head. She flattened them
against her cheeks, smooshing her lips together, “Testing your
courage.”

“A failure for me then.” William said.

“Not at all! You stayed calm enough to think and to act. Courage isn’t
about being afraid, but doing what you need to do in the face of fear.”
She held out her bear paw, then shook it back into her delicate
fingers, giving him a thumbs up.

“That fawn?”

“Testing your mercy.” She said as she bent rotated her body
backwards in the air, revealing that there really was nothing covering
up her shapely bum, and once she dangled her ankle in front of him,
the bandage he’d wrapped around the fawn, “It is natural for animals
to hunt other animals, and you humans are animals all the same, but
a baby is at the start of its life…how could anyone kill something so
cute? Especially when it’s me!”

William pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to understand

everything he was hearing, “The bandits? That skunk?”

“Bandits? Oh, no. Those were just some real shady criminals. Wish
they’d leave.” She finished her aerial rotation, once more looking at
him in the eyes, “But the old woman was a test of your compassion!
And you passed all three tests!”

She threw her arms out and spread her legs, William’s eyes going a
little wide at the view he was being given, “And since you did—”

“Wait. What about the skunk?”

The fairy gave a sweet, nervous giggle, “...and since you passed the
test, that means that—”

“Excuse me. What was the point of the skunk then?”

The fairy bit down on her lower lip, pale pink cheeks going rosy as if
she was building pressure like a teakettle, “...fine! It was me! I was
the skunk too! I just thought it’d be hilarious, and it was! Those words
you used as you cursed, the way you were stamping around all
angry, the look on your face! It was priceless! And it was neat how
you figured out how to remove most of that stink too.”

William pursed his lips together. The stories about fairies being
tricksters seemed to check out. And so did the stories about them
being unable to lie. “Thanks. I think.”

The fairy inhaled deeply, then blew out, her cheeks puffing up as she
did. Her breath came out as a cold winter wind, complete with snow
flurries, and she circled around him to get every inch, “There. Now
you’re minty fresh again. No harm, right?”

The cold air was a good reminder to him that this creature had
transformed into a giant bear and no doubt that was not even close
to the limit of her powers, “No harm. Ah...sorry for interrupting.
Please continue.”

She gave a satisfied nod, then cleared her throat, “Ahem! For
clearing all three trials and passing my judgement, I hereby award
you with one favor that is within my power.”

“Don’t be getting greedy though. No asking for more favors, nothing

that will take more than a day of my time, nothing that’ll hurt
anyone...y’know, just a really nice favor? Can you think of
something?” The fairy grabbed the leaves clinging to her chest,
peeled them back halfway, “Something...fun, maybe?”

William paused. He’d come here to find a fairy, and against all odds,
there was one fluttering in the air right in front of him. Signing a
contract to become his familiar didn’t sound like it was within the
range of the favors she’d grant though. Appearing before the Queen
might cause a stir...but he could hear her already inside his head.

“What good is it to the kingdom that I have seen a fairy?”

No, he needed something sustainable, something he could build

upon, and a favor wasn’t going to do it.

He smiled softly, “Just being able to look at you...ah, meet you, is

already a gift. I won’t forget this moment for as long as I live.”

She grinned at him, “I know a real good way to make an even more
unforgettable moment though.”

He held up his palm as though to ward her off, “No, that’s quite
alright. Rather, for my favor, could you tell me your name? I don’t
want to just think of you as being ‘a fairy’ I met in the woods.”

She deflated slightly, “Ah, really? You’ve no idea what you’re missing
out on...or maybe you don’t swing that way? But hey! It’s your favor,
so sure!”

She reached out her hand to shake his, “My name is Merryweather.
What’s yours?”

He smiled, took the three-and-a-half-feet tall fairy’s hand in his own,

“William the wizard.”
They shook twice, Merryweather let a small giggle bubble out, and
then she put her hands behind her back, leaned forward, nothing
stopping her massive breasts from hanging down in front of him,
“Well, William, since I did a favor for me, maybe you’d like to do one
for me too? Just take off that shirt and—”

William was already reaching into his shirt, fishing out the small
pouch that had been hanging from a leather cord since he’d set off
on his journey. The pouch opened, and he poured black iron sand
upon his flat palm, “Familia Sla Ve Merryweather!”

The iron sand blew away in a small cloud, flying straight towards
Merryweather, covering her like a swarm of insects. Her wings
slowed down, and she fell back to the ground, sitting on her rump as
she tried to swat at the black sand.

The small cloud grew more and more dense, moving up her body,
until it was flying around her head only, though as close as the sand
was, none of it was making physical contact with her body yet,
staying just a few inches away, avoiding her even when she tried to
swipe at it. Denser still the cloud became, flattening out, a tight orbit
around her neck, then with a clang like a smith’s hammer pounding
the anvil, the sand solidified itself, becoming a parchment thin band
around her neck. A collar.

William saw the glowing runes appear upon the collar, then slowly
fade out, and he let out the breath he’d been holding since casting
the spell. That the runes had appeared signalled the connection was
established. Her own magic was now strengthening the collar,
holding it in place, making it unbreakable so long as she lived.

“I should have mentioned.” William said as he placed his hand on top

of the head of his new familiar, his heart pounding so hard in his
chest he could hear the blood rushing in his ears, “The whole reason
I came here was to find a fairy just like you.”

Merryweather’s eyes were wide, her mouth was hanging open, and
for a brief moment, he worried that something in the spell might have
broken her completely.

But then she grinned at him as she fingered the collar, twisted it back
and forth. Her wings started spinning up once more and she lifted off
into the air. She pressed herself against him, her breasts squished
against his chest, and she licked her shiny, glossy lips, “...so that
means you still want to fuck me, right?”
 Chapter 6

Once William had decided to go through with his plan to capture a

fairy familiar, he had spent another day devoted to research, pulling
every book off the shelf that he could find that mentioned the fey
tricksters, even venturing to the royal library and out to the bookshop
at the western district of the city.

From the stories, it was said that looking for a fairy was a largely
pointless endeavor. As creatures of magic, they could turn
themselves invisible, shrink to the size of insects, transform into
woodland creatures...there was a spell used to track fairies, showing
a glowing path where they had tread, but like all the other advanced
spells, William hadn’t been able to perform it.

Luckily, several of the books mentioned that the fairies were curious
creatures that liked to keep an eye on any human who entered their
domain. They loved nothing more than to play pranks on humans,
and they enjoyed testing their character, capriciously rewarding or
punishing as they saw fit.

William had a glimmer of suspicion when the bear attacked him,

though he mostly chalked it up to wishful thinking. The fawn
though…that had been the moment he started getting his hopes up,
and as annoyed and disgusted as he was with the encounter with
the skunk, it only made him more sure of things.

When the old woman had shown up, he had to bite down hard on his
tongue to keep the smiles off of his face, not wanting to spook the
creature now that it had started to actually speak with him.
Once he had learned the fairy’s name, the only thing left to do was
cast the binding spell. Though it had gone well enough when he’d
practiced it, he had no idea if it would work against the real thing. He
had been surprised at just how easy it was, as if nature itself was
doing half the work for him, as though binding a fairy into service
were a completely natural part of their existence.

Everything had gone according to plan.

The only thing that had really caught him off guard was the
fairy’s...Merryweather’s nonchalance over her binding.

“Excuse me?” He asked.

“I said...so that means you still want to fuck me, right?” She hovered
a little higher, peeling off the leaves that had been hiding her nipples,
each one rosy pink and pebbled, and feeling warm and soft as she
shoved her chest into his face. At the same time, he could feel her
tiny feet rubbing against the front of his pants, her toes stimulating
the hard bulge he’d had ever since she had revealed her true form,
“You smell so good. So horny. Come on, it’ll be fun!”

Had the ritual worked? He had expected panic, fear, defiance,

confusion...not this.

“Get down.” He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed the flying
fairy firmly to the ground. Undeterred, she simply began using her
fingers to rub at his crotch, which proved even more stimulating,
“You are my slave, aren’t you?”

“Slave, pet, familiar...sure. Whatever you say goes, master, owner,

sir. Ooohhh…” Her fingers had managed to untie the knot fastening
his pants, and when she pulled them down, her eyes became glued
to his cock, the fairy pressing it against her face and staring at it
cross-eyed as her chin rest against his balls.

“That doesn’t bother you?” He thought about telling her to stop, but
even though she was shy of four feet tall, the curvy fairy was still
making him as hard as he’d ever been.

Merryweather ran her tongue up his shaft in a long, sensual lick,

kissed the head of his cock, then took it into her mouth, her tongue
gently peeling back the foreskin before pulling her mouth off so she
could answer with her own question, “Why would it?”

“It is...confining. You’ve lost your free will. I’ll use you for my own
benefit now. Make you my tool.” William grabbed her head, noticing
how her ears were slightly pointed.

“Hmm…” Merryweather mulled as hot, sticky drool dripped from her

lips and down his cock, getting it good and slippery before she took
her breasts and wrapped them around it. William had always been
privately proud of the eight inches he had, but seeing her completely
envelope his cock with those breasts was a sight to behold. And
even better to feel. Soft, stimulating, and so very warm. So good that
he thought he’d cum even if she didn’t start moving.

But then she did move, her hands sliding those perfect breasts up
and down his cock at a slow and steady rhythm, “Are you going to
eat me? Pluck off my wings? Grind me into fairy dust?”

He took a half step back, dragging her with him, her breasts never
once leaving his crotch, “What? Of course not!”

“Then you’re not so bad!” She said with a grin as she started
speeding up, her breasts jiggling hypnotically as the tempo
increased, “It’d suck being a familiar of someone who was going to
do that kind of thing, but you’re getting hard for me. You want to fuck
me. You want to make me useful. You will take me out of the forest.
You have freed me from the fairy Queen and you are feeding me
your powerful mana. So I don’t feel bothered at all!”

William could hold himself back no longer, and he answered her with
a grunt, his teeth clenching as he felt the pleasure build up, erupting
with cum. The first shot was delivered straight into the pocket of her
breasts, but the second and third still had enough energy that they
could easily paint her neck and face.

He felt a brief wave of lightheadedness, then stumbled back, taking a

seat on the nearby log to try and recover. He watched as the light
from the campfire made shadows dance on Merryweather’s body as
she licked up his cum, scraping it off with her fingers before sucking
them clean, the sounds she was making reminding him of a child
given a jam-filled pastry for the first time.

Now that he had cum, his head was clearing up. Merryweather had
said a lot of things he hadn’t understood. Finding a familiar had been
the first step. Now, he needed to figure out just why the books had
said that wizard’s used them to increase their own power.

“You look like you really liked the taste of that, what did you call it?
Mana?” He said as she swallowed down the last of his cum.

“Hmm?” She tilted her head to the side, “Mana and cum are two
different things. But yes! Your cum is super tasty! Yours is salty and
bitter and thick, with a powerful aroma that just fills my nose right
up!”

“...then, when you said I was feeding you my mana, you meant…?”
William asked for clarification.
“Mana. Magic. Life force. Spirit energy.” She narrowed her eyes,
silent for a moment, “Wow. You really haven’t learned any of this,
have you? Huh...humans forget things so fast.”

Merryweather held her hands up, then conjured up two minimalist

figures made of glowing lines in the air, wielding the magic as though
it were nothing, “When a wizard binds a fairy, it creates a link
between the two.”

Two curved arrows appeared at the top and bottom of the images,
going from the top of the human’s head to the fairy, from the bottom
of the fairy to the human, “Our mana circulates together. Your human
mana empowers me with the Element of Change, while my fey mana
empowers you with the Element of Eternity.”

William held up a hand, “Wait...what are these elements, exactly?”

“Umm...uhhh...well, when I’m bound to you, I can change. I can age,

I can become more powerful or skilled, I can learn new things, all the
amazing things you humans take for granted. And with immortality,
you’ll do the opposite. You won’t wrinkle up. You’ll not get sick, and if
you’re hurt, you’ll heal up fast. You’ll be able to use my mana in your
spells too. Look.”

Merryweather’s fingertip danced in the air, tracing out a glowing

rune, and when she released it, a sparkling infinity symbol made of
fire floated towards William. He flinched, but didn’t make a move to
block it, hoping he could trust the fairy.

The symbol pressed against his face like a pair of glasses, blinding
his vision temporarily...and when it came back, he started to see
what Merryweather had meant. Mana. Looking at his hand, he could
see a red aura burning around it with shallow flames. He also saw
tiny red embers floating towards Merryweather.

Merryweather, who was now engulfed in what looked like a giant

blue egg made of a liquid crystal, large enough to fit a dozen
Merryweather’s inside. Little drops would slowly pull away from the
egg, then quickly drizzle down onto his fiery aura.

He looked to the forest, saw more red auras from the trees. Up in the
night sky, he could see the blue aura of the moon.

“This is...wow.” William kept turning around, looking towards

everything with eyes wide open.

“This is...this is pretty basic stuff, you know?” Merryweather flew over
his head, then landed on his shoulder, her plump thighs lightly
squeezing his head, “I guess that’s the downside of being mortal.
You lot are as likely to set yourselves back as you are to move
forward.”

“Well, I’m done with going backwards.” William could feel the blue
mana flowing inside of him. It felt as though he’d been trying to bake
bread all his life, but only now was he getting access to the flour.
Changing and Eternal magic, mix them together, “Flamma Immorto!”

The flames of the campfire roared up, higher than his head, flaring
up for a few seconds as the flames went from yellow to orange,
finally settling down into a calm blue. As they receded back down,
William reached his hand into the fire and picked up one of the logs.
It felt warm to the touch, and was shedding light to the edge of the
clearing, “Everburning Torches. No wonder it never worked...with
only the Element of Change, how could you expect anything to stay
the same?”
“You catch on fast, Master!” Merryweather spun around on his
shoulders, the leaf between her thighs pushed against his nose as
she grabbed his head, “Want to have some more fun now?”

The fairy was tempting, but William remembered his duty. He stowed
the burning log inside of his jacket, then reached up and grabbed her
by the waist, pulled her off and held him in front of him, marveling a
bit at just how featherlight she was; more magic, no doubt, otherwise
those little wings wouldn’t have nearly enough power to lift her up off
the ground, “Not now. It took me two days on horseback to get to
these woods, another day to make it through on foot. Her Majesty
gave me only a month to make myself useful. Now I can finally do
that, but it’ll be for nothing if I can’t make it back in time.”

He focused again on bringing the blue magic into his body, “Levi
Raiso!”

As he suspected, the missing ingredient was just what he needed to

create the proper version of the spell. But while he had planned to fly
high over the landscape under the power of the spell, instead he was
slowly rising up off the ground with no leverage to direct himself. As
soon as he made it over the treeline, a gust of wind started blowing
him further north.

Merryweather flew up after him, the nimble fairy flying circles around
him before she reached out her hand, “You’ll need wings or
something if you want to do more than float like a soap bubble,
Master. But if you want to return to your home quickly, there’s a
better way.”

He took the fairy’s small hand inside of his relatively giant one, then
let her two his weightless body back to the ground. Once his feet
were back on solid earth, he felt a wave of cold pulse through her
hands and the spell wore off; the fairy had dispelled it as easily as
batting away a spider’s web. He realized that if she’d tried that while
he’d been high above the trees, his mastery over her could have
been short-lived indeed. For now, it appeared the fairy genuinely was
looking out for his safety and was excited about their new
relationship as he was.

As he considered this, Merryweather took up a stick, began tracing a

perfect circle around William in the loose dirt. Once that was
finished, another circle outside of that circle, a gap of about five
inches between the two. Then she filled it in with wavy looking runes,
intricate despite her crude tool.

Once she was finished, she jumped up into his arms, her breasts
pushed up against his chest once more, her lips on his neck as she
nuzzled against him, “Picture your home. See it clearly in your mind,
as though you were standing there already. Then ‘rever terra’.”

The affectionate and shapely fairy was a distraction, especially the

feel of her soft bottom on his palms, but William closed his eyes and
did as instructed, “Rever Terra!”

His stomach flipped as he felt himself fall through the earth, the
ground feeling freezing cold as it penetrated every part of his body in
an instant. He opened his eyes and could see nothing but blackness,
could feel nothing but the cold earth around him passing by like a
winter wind, the warmth from the torch still stowed against his chest,
and Merryweather still in his arms. He wanted to panic, but the fairy
was staying still, leading him to believe the spell was working as
intended.

He started worrying when he found he couldn’t breathe, his grip on

her tightening up, but just as the burning in his lungs was getting too
painful, he was flung from the earth and into the castle, traveling
through the walls like a ghost as he sailed straight towards the
wizard’s tower.

He felt himself turn solid once more as he came up through the floor,
but the momentum was still with him, propelling him into one of the
ancient bookshelves, the old wood cracking so that a dozen books
tumbled on top of him as he panted for breath on the floor.

“Incredible, Master! You managed it on your first try, and without

losing any feet! You’re a genius!” Merryweather said with delight as
she flew around the room, curiously inspecting every little thing,
flipping open books, uncorking vials to sniff what was inside.

William re-evaluated his notion that the fairy was going to be

concerned with his safety.

His shoulder was sore from the impact, but as he got up, nothing
seemed to be broken. He grabbed the edge of the bookshelf for
support and pulled himself up to his feet, “Merry...next time, a bit of
warning if there will be a risk to my life and limbs, please?”

Merryweather looked at him through a large boiling flask, the round

glass sphere distorting her head and making her eyes bulge out, “It’s
not like your life was in danger, and feet grow back, don’t they?”

“No! No, they do not.” William let out his first sigh since taming the
fairy, then looked at the broken shelf. The old wood had cracked
down the middle, and the nails had ripped out. He grabbed both
pieces of wood and worked to get them back into place, “Presto
Fixo.”

Cleaning up an ink spill had taken several minutes. Fixing a broken

shelf should have taken twice as long. Instead, he could hear the
wood knitting itself back together, and he saw the wood fusing to the
rest of the shelf with smooth corners, as though it had all been
carved from a single piece, all in a matter of seconds.

“Her Majesty will be just thrilled.” He took out the log still burning with
the warm blue flame and sat it upon the empty shelf, then admired
his own handiwork.

“Nice work, Master! You’re really good at this. Are you going to fix
the door next?” Merryweather asked as she kept exploring the rest of
his lab, holding a dried newt by its tail and examining it closely,
before giving it a lick.

“Why would I…” William’s eyes turned towards the door and he felt a
knot in the pit of his stomach form. It was hanging loosely by only
one hinge, the lock shattered, and it looked like they had broken it
with a battering ram.

He clenched his fist, stormed over to his supplies and took a quick
inventory. As he suspected, the large platinum nugget was gone.
Along with who knew what else, “Tesara! I can’t believe that witch.
This is still my lab and my property!”

He started towards the door, but as he did, he felt a large yawn

coming up, as well as some weariness in his eyes. The adrenaline
was fading and the weariness of the day was catching up to him. Not
to mention, even with the support of Merryweather, the toll of using
so much magic back to back had left his body exhausted.

“Tomorrow. First thing in the morning.” He said, changing course

towards the bed. After so long out on the road, the memory of his
soft mattress and warm covers was calling out to him, “I need some
sleep.”
“Ohhh...you know what’s super good for helping you sleep?” The
fairy flew ahead of him, landed on the bed, then spread her legs
wide for him, “Sex!”

William grinned. He hadn’t imagined such an enthusiastic sex

partner would have been one of the benefits of gaining a familiar,
“That sounds like a good—”

Before he could finish, the sound of thunder rumbled from down

below, somewhere in the castle. No, not thunder. It was too short
and compressed. He’d heard that sound before. Tesara’s cannon,
the weapon she’d invented that could bring down castle walls and
decimate armies.

Was the castle under attack?

The adrenaline was back, pumping through his veins harder than
ever, and William turned away from the bed, “Come on. Let’s see
what it is. Merry, could you make yourself a bit...inconspicuous?”

“Like this?” The fairy flew towards him, growing smaller along the
way until she was only as tall as his index finger. She dove into his
shaggy hair, riding next to his left ear.

“Like that.” William headed out of the tower and down the long flight
of stairs. On the way, he saw palace staff rushing in the opposite
direction, servants and a few soldiers.

“It’ll kill us all!”

“Abandon the castle!”

“Protect Her Majesty, get her out of here!”

William didn’t like the sound of any of it. Rather than an invading
army, was a wild beast on the loose? Some kind of monster?
Monsters weren’t unheard of, but never had one been sighted inside
the castle.

He ran towards whatever the others were fleeing and found his way
to the training yard. As he expected, there was Tesara, shouting
orders at her subordinates, men and women who were frantically
loading and arming all five of the cannons.

With her was General Andrea, a massive hammer with a head half
the size of an anvil slung over her shoulder. The woman was the
most powerful warrior in the kingdom, and more than capable of
defeating the next ten warriors together.

Her incredible strength was at odds with her appearance. She was
tall, a few inches taller than William in fact, but her arms were
slender and her shoulder narrow. Her ceremonial armor was
comprised heavy plate gauntlets and plated boots that ran up to mid-
thigh, though she insisted on wearing nothing but a black loincloth
and a short red tabard with it, her full breasts almost peaking out
when she was standing still, completely exposed when she went into
motion. Her exposed midriff showed some hints of her powerful,
inhumanly strong muscles, but they were mostly concealed by a
woman’s softness. She kept her brown hair pulled back into a tight
braid, and rumor had it that she would marry anyone with the
bravery, skill, and strength to pull her off her feet tugging it. Despite
her feminine appearance though, he’d seen firsthand how she could
swing a weapon that size as easily as he could a wand.
“What’s going on? What did you do?” William said as he approached
the two women, following their gaze.

He saw now what the first cannon had hit, the rubble of it strewn
about the yard. A humanoid statue, though no human ever had such
hulking proportions, with arms as wide as it was tall and thick as tree
trunks that ended in three-fingered hands. No head or neck, just a
pair of obsidian eyes on its chest.

Even with it shattered to pieces, he could recognize it from the

pictures and the miniature models back in the lab.

A golem. A stone warrior animated by magic. He’d asked his mentor

Merkin about them once, and was told that they were strictly off
limits, that such creatures were all but impossible to kill and that a
no-talent magician like him could never control it.

As he watched, the rubble started shaking, then rolling, gathering up

into a pile. One of the blasted off fingers found the hand and fused
itself back into place. In less than a minute, the monster would be
back on its feet.

“So...I might have run an impromptu test of my etheric generator

using one of your rocks as a catalyst. This is a very promising first
result though!” Tesara said, laughing nervously.

Andrea’s sharp eyes glared at the engineer, “So the hedge wizard
has returned. Once I put this monster down, I’ll have the both of you
thrown into the dungeons.”

The golem was back on its feet now, and with a shout that could be
heard clearly across an entire battlefield, the general yelled, “Fire!”
Five cannonballs hurled into the monster, and filled with the
mysterious powder Tesara had developed, they each exploded on
impact. William’s ears started ringing, blocking out every other sound
as the debris started raining down.

The monster was unrecognizable broken into rocks and

pebbles...but already they were shaking along the ground. Within a
few minutes, the golem would reassemble itself.

A reckless engineer dabbling with forces she had no idea how to

control. A superhuman warrior who viewed him as an enemy of the
state. And an immortal monster bent on destroying anything in its
path.

He’d just got back from his journey and had expected everything to
have calmed down once he’d shown Her Majesty the everburning
torch. Instead, his life was on the line as he had to deal with these
three.

“...I should have gone to bed.”