“Wait outside,” Nick said, turning around and getting a feel for the magic. Wild and untamed, he could see it flowing above him like a current in the sky. Reaching up with his mind, greedy and wanting, he grinned at the sheer power of it.
This was raw magic. So much stronger and better than anything he’d trained with. Nick was ready for it.
Stepping off the platform, he grabbed the channeling rod off the wall and held on with both hands. He let his mind reach into the rod. All at once he could feel the magic above pulling toward him, eager to flow through the rod and into him, and he laughed.
The magic might be wild and untamed, but for Nick it would yield. Wouldsubmit.
The magic wanted a battle, and Nick wasn’t going to disappoint it. He moved back onto the platform and reached up with his mind, focused and intent, andpulled.
The magic came barreling down from the sky and crashed into the rod, and it took everything Nick had to stay on the platform. He spread his legs in a wide stance and clenched his teeth, his toes curling in his boots at the sheer power he was dealing with.
Closing his eyes, focusing just on the feel of magic flowing through him, Nick forced the magic out of his body and into the castle. It flowed along the walls of the circular chamber, running along the smooth surface too fast for Nick’s eyes to follow, and slowly sank into the castle walls.
Nick sighed, relaxing his shoulders and opening his eyes. The magic was flowing through him, channeled into the castle to be used by the elves that lived there, calm now that Nick had shown it who was boss.
When was he supposed to stop?
Nick could feel the castle reserves filling up, the stones warming and humming with energy, and he knew he could keep filling and filling them until they’d glow with power.But… was he supposed to?
With a grunt of effort, Nick broke his connection to the magic and moved off the platform. He felt alive and energized, the echo of all the power he’d channeled making his whole body vibrate, and he felt like he could doanything. It made his balls feel tight and heavy.
Putting down the channeling rod, Nick groped his cock and squeezed his hard length through the stretchy suit. He couldn’t wait to get back to Billy and fuck the little elf into the mattress.
But Billy’s ass might be too sore, Nick thought, frowning to himself. He might have to make do with Billy’s mouth. The idea, once it occurred to him, wasn’t at all unpleasant.
He imagined it: Billy on his knees as Nick relaxed into the armchair in the living room, spreading his legs wide as Billy nuzzled his bulge… Nick’s balls pulled tight at the mental image and his cock throbbed. He pictured Billy’s innocent face, his mouth opened wide around Nick’s shaft, tears in his eyes…
Nick itched to get back to his rooms so that he could get his hands on Billy—or rather, get his cock in him.
Staring around the chamber, Nick reached out with his mind and felt the stones. He couldn’t remember them being this souped-up when he entered the castle, so he didn’t think they needed more magic.
He’d swallow his pride and ask Pat.
Leaving the chamber, Nick found Pat standing with his back to the door, stock still, staring at the walls lining the spiralstaircase with his hand held up like he wanted to touch but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.
“This enough?” Nick asked. Pat startled so bad he nearly fell down the stairs. A high pitched squeak escaped his throat, his hands waving about as he tried to steady himself, and if Nick hadn’t reached out and grabbed him by the back of his shirt he probably would have fallen.
“Fuck!” Pat wheezed, making Nick laugh. The naughty word was so at odds with the proper act Pat had been putting on, and it made Nick like him ten times more.
“You okay?” he asked, holding back a laugh. Pat twisted out of his grasp and leaned against the wall, glaring at him.
“You startled me!” he accused. Nick raised his eyebrow as if to say,so what?Pat deflated slightly, but the indignant look on his face lingered.
“Are you giving me attitude?” Nick growled, taking a menacing step forward and twisting his mouth into a sneer. He wasn’t really angry, but he couldn’t let Pat get away with this kind of behavior.
If one of Krampus’s elves had ever behaved like this, it would have been straight to the dungeon for punishment and correction.
Nick’s cock twitched at the thought, but when he pictured himself in Krampus’s dungeon—standing over an elf with his whip in one hand and massaging his knot with the other—it was Billy he imagined, not Pat.
“No, sir,” Pat said. Nick paused. Pat sounded perfectly respectful, but there was a core of steel in his words that hadn’t been there before. The little elf was looking right up at him, his expression so perfectly neutral that it couldn’t beanything but meant to offend.
Nick laughed. Good for Pat. He took a step back and crossed his arms, leaving Pat where he stood against the wall, looking confused.
“Good for you,” he said, an easy smile lingering on his face. “Now answer the fucking question. Will this be enough, or should I channel some more into the stones?”
“More?” Pat blurted out, his eyes wide.
Nick nodded, hooking his thumbs in his belt as he waited for Pat to get himself together.
