Aurora - Chapter 1 - The Golden Age Of Lithuin - Sex Stories

Aurora - Chapter 1 - The Golden Age Of Lithuin

... of males ended up as sex workers, but the truth was the men of Lithuin had it better than the male contingent of certain other kingdoms. Here, men were free to travel, free to go to school if they qualified and free to profit from their own labors, just as women. No collars or shackles were worn by men except those they consented to or earned through serious criminal offense. The same could not be said in other corners of Aurora.

As the towering stonework structure of the Solacia Institute of the Arcane came into view, Aden heard a young girl call out in the courtyard behind him.

“Mommy! Look! The halo! The halo is coming!!!”

He turned and lifted his gaze to the heavens. Sure enough, the wide golden band of magical energy slid across the sky. The glowing ribbon flowed overhead, passing over every stretch of Aurora's lands and oceans. It did so four times each day; at morning, midday, dusk and deepest night. At each interval, the halo dispersed from the legendary Guidestone and blanketed the sky in its radiance for a few precious moments. Everywhere it passed, shimmering particles of energy drifted to the surface like slow-falling magical rain and faded into the ether.

Not only was the Guidestone the catalyst of the Cataclysm, it was a daily declaration of feminine divinity and the guiding light through which Aurora's new order had taken shape. It's beauty and power were undeniable, especially at the darkest hour when its glow defied the night. Virtually all ...

... residents of Aurora looked to it in reverence, thankful for the glorious age in which they lived.

'Damn. Second halo already? Great... I'm officially late for class.'

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*WHAP*

“Focus!” Mistress Spellsong called out with a playful smack across Aden's ass. She flexed the riding crop in her hands as she stalked back and forth behind the young man. “You're better than this.”

“Yes, Mistress...” Aden answered through gritted teeth. His eyes were closed and his right arm remained outstretched. It pointed towards the professor's desk where a single, unsharpened pencil sat undisturbed. It lay not far from the nameplate which read 'Archmage Leilana Spellsong.'

The senior spellcaster's personal study was a showcase of all things mystical and kinky. There were dozens of bookcases featuring everything from dusty, ancient tomes to the latest treatises on every school of magic. Leather furniture, upholstered in glossy red, sensual brown and shiny black. Rows of tables with measuring tools, beakers and other lab equipment arranged for various experiments. Sex toys, restraints and instruments of discipline were abundant, hanging from wall racks or stored neatly on metal shelves.

The scent of old books, incense and leather was a mixture Aden's nose was growing accustomed to. It was the first thing he noticed each time he entered Leilana's den. The second, and even more striking, was the elegant sorceress herself. She was a classic portrait of elven beauty. A slim, curvy ...