In the last part: Matt is learning through his dad's story, how to use magic.
I left the two lovely ladies, dozing off on my bed, and rushed to dad's place, arriving just in time for the rest of his story.
Dad sniffed the air as I came and smiled.
"Tough night aye?" He winked at me.
I took a sip of his whiskey, and smiled.
"Ok, to my story." Dad took a sip too and continued to tell his story.
"I ran the lice cleaning business for over two years. For awhile, I totally forgot all about the dark tower and my journey. I improved my magic comb design and made over a dozen of it, selling it to potential competitors for an absurd sum of money. I was very well off.
It all ended at once, one sunny spring day, the winter cold was still around, but the weather got better.
The high nobleman of the city invited all noblemen from around to his spring celebration, which happened that night.
I started early morning in the castle, taking care of the high society women of the city and their companion.
First, early morning, the personal maids of the nobleman and his wife, got my treatment even before the lord woke up.
I liked them. They were pretty, kind, very open minded. They just enjoyed every second and every inch of my cock, and I enjoyed too.
Than came all the lesser nobility women, aunties and other relatives who were technically noble, but weren't that important. They were mostly annoying, bitching, whiny broads. Some got a good dicking and it shut them up, some needed it sticking way up their ass before they could even feel anything. And some... I just let go and didn't fuck at all, they were not worth it.
Anyway by noon I had fucked a dozen or so ladies, and expected to do double that by nightfall. The pay was royal, but the labor was intense.
I started pulling more and more energy from my clients, and it resulted one very (not so) importand, fat and a bit elderly noble aunty to faint during intense orgasm.
I thought I blew it, but the maids just dragged her sleeping body to her room, and called the next one.
They said it happens quite often, a noble drinks to much, or spend to much time in the sun, or any other reason, they just toss them on the bed and let them sleep it over. It's all OK as long as I don't knock off the lady of the house, or someone really important.
Turns out the coock is more important than most of the noblemen in the castle, who knew?
I kept working until late afternoon, when everyone were already getting dressed up to the event. I got an hour break, and than called to the high lady room, to treat her just before the event starts.
The high lady was special, aging, she kept her grace. A young maid stayed by her side the whole time. As I treated the lady's hair, her maid pushed fingers up her pussy, making her cum.
Than the lady insisted I would treat her maid too, while she jerked my cock, making me cum on her maid's face.
She was impressed to see I kept it hard, and apologized she needed to come down and dance, so she couldn't satisfiy her deep need to feel my cock up her behind. But she ordered her maid to come ride my cock, with her butt. And was very impressed when the cute maid had a full body orgasm and some very wet ejaculation.
But my day was over. I went to the office to collect the rest of my pay, a heavy sack of gold coins, and I was free.
But I was also pumped, all the fucking charged me much more than I usually would, and I became hyper sensitive to magic.
I started to feel, there was magic, somewhere in the castle, and it called me.
I started walking around, the corridors were mostly empty, most of the activity was in the great hall.
I found a back set of stairs leading downward and took it. A heavy oak door buzzed me, something behind that door was magical, and called me.
I tried the handle, it opened right away.
Inside sat an old man, with many books and craft tools. He just finished a wired looking metal object and was carving runes into it.
He felt me coming. He lifted his head and looked at me, I felt he saw my magic.
"An angel from above." He said "and right on time. Can you help me finish this dagger please? I'm weak and need much more power for this runes."
"What are this runes? What is this dagger?" I demanded to know.
"This dagger, when complete, will find his way to the heart of the enemy, once you through it, no dress, no shield will stop it from killing the man it was thrown at.
See this rune:" he showed me, "its a spell that aims to the heart, and this break any barrier in its path. It will be the deadliest dagger in the world!"
"But grandpa" I said, "it doesn't have a rune for power, it will stop be effective after one use!"
The old man thought about that and said:
"My initial thought was there is no need for more than one use, but now I think you're right." And he started carving more runes.
"Here, see" he showed me. "The dagger will suck the life of its victim to charge, and this," he pointed at another rune, "will jump the dagger back to its owners hand, ready to use again."
He was proud of his deadly work!
"Now all we need is a closing rune, to complete the spell and make this beautiful weapons active. I need you to press it, as I'm to weak for that."
I qas hesitant, it was a killing object, and my magic was all about joy and fun. But I killed before, a plan came in my head.
I took the dagger and held it in my hands, pressed the closing rune with my magic and charged the dagger the first time. It glowed a steel blue, vicious glow.
The oldan clapped gis hands, happy to see his creation finished. But before he could say a word, I threw the dagger on him. It went straight to his heart, stayed for a second and jumped back to my hand, dripping bloog.
The old man looked at me, shocked and surprised, and than collapsed and died.
I went over his stuff, mostly useless, but in a book, I found a map, that clearly marked where the dark tower is.
I remembered my journey, and decided to take whatever I can and leave, tonight, before something will stop me.
But before I reached the top stairs, I felt drained. Making the dagger after a long day of work cost me a lot of power, and I had to fule up, or I will collapse.
I stumbled across the corridors, looking for the exit, when I found two of the maids, possibly on break, chatting outside their room.
With my remaining powers I convinced them to let me into their room, where I laid back on a bed, while they took turns on my dick.
The first, bold one, was a redhead. Redheads are always better, more energetic. I barely got myself hard, but as soon as her pussy wrapped around my dick, the energy flow was immediate. It was like a cold water in a hot day, just a relief!
Than her friend, probably one of the kitchen staff, chubby blonde with big tits. I sucked so hard on those nipples!
After the first round things got heated even more, the girls were making up with each other and I just randomly pushed my dick between them. They decided to suck me dry, and took turns on my dick. I came in the redheads mouth, and than on the Blondie's big tits, and still wanted more!
I moved my hard dick between the Blondie's tits, lubricating with my own cum, than lifted her legs and pushed it up her butthole.
She was surprised, but things has already gone to far, I kept pushing, driving her to cum again and again.
She screamed so hard, I needed to silence her a bit. I came down and kissed her as her ass was filled to the brim with my dick. She was cumming again, I felt her energy, and drank it all, from her ass, from her mouth, I took what I could.
As her body rocked, I exploded in her ass. I felt a rush of power, my dick got harder and bigger, but she stopped breathing, her heart stopped biting, she was dead.
Her friend started freaking out, but I pulled my enormous hard on out of the dead body and said: "oh, she just fainted from to many orgasms, soon she will wake up and feel great. Would you like to try too?"
Overhyped by sex, she just laid back and let me push my hard shaft up her red ass.
Soon the powerful orgasms started rocking her, I did the same trick, kissed her and sucked all the life out of her. Soon, after a final, very violent orgasm, she died too, as her ass filled with my cum.
I stood up, trying to control my raging hardness, I dressed up. Felt the dagger warming my pocket. It felt the death, and it was happy."
Dad drank all his cup.
"I'm not proud of that, son. But it's what I did, be careful, you like to party hard, know where to stop.
Now, I think I need a rest, see you tomorrow than?"
I could see he was on the verge of tears, so I left him to deal with his centuries old crimes.
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