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The Magi and The Miracle

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The rukh has always been a curious thing to those who do not fully understand it. Acting as life it is both alive and yet it is not itself a living being. Some magicians argue that it is in fact energy - a collection of power that all life uses and returns. Some others argue it is life, something serene and satinet. Others argue it is both. The rukh is or is not to be whatever it chooses. It can take on the form of a loved one, it can create lightning and fire, it can heal the sick and the injured, and in some cases... it can bring life.

 


 

“Sin, I really think we should call the ships back, I don’t trust those clouds,” came a calm but stern voice from the freckled chancellor.

Ja’far and Sinbad stood on the west balcony over looking the sea that surrounded the Kingdom of Sindria, as dark clouds began rolling in turning the waves. The wind had begun to pick up, whipping violet strands of hair around the king’s face. He brushed a few locks aside while Ja’far neatly folded a few stray strands of silver behind his ears. Sinbad hated calling in the ships early. That meant the catch for the day was going to be low. There was an economic concern to it, as no doubt prices would raise a little for the day, but there was always a lingering fear in the back of the man’s mind about being able to provide for his people. What if there wasn’t enough?

As if he’d been speaking aloud, Ja’far pipped his voice up, “I’m sure they have caught plenty Sin, we should have enough reserves that we’ll be fine.”

Of course they would be fine, Sindria was always fine. With a hefty sigh Sinbad leaned back from the rail.

“Right, let’s call them in. I don’t want to lose any men or ships to the storm if possible. Send Yamraiha out to make sure they get back safely,” he ended giving a solitary wave to his advisor while heading into the palace.

“Sir,” Ja’far bowed softly, casting one last look to the skies before following the king inside.

He really... did not trust those clouds. 

 


 

“Fuck this shit,” Judar cursed sending another bolt of electricity darting away from his body. Although the magi enjoyed traveling it was a fucking pain when storms were involved, “Did they really have to send me all the way here today? Next time that old hag is doing her own bidding.”

Though Judar had to admit, it was nice to be clear of Kougyoku’s persistent infatuation with the stupid king. Ever since Balbadd that was all she talked about these days. Fucking king hadn’t even bedded her yet, but Kougyoku went on and on as if they were passionate star-crossed lovers destined to be married. Get real... Did you see the husband your family picked for you? Not to mention the High King’s noted reputation for having a fear of commitment.

The magi fended off another bolt of lightning as he travelled through the storm clouds. The only bonus was that the dark ambience gave him some cover from actually being spotted by the king’s pestering generals. From what he’d been informed, majority of them were out right now, leaving only the stupid magician, the fanalis, and the king’s annoying lapdog in Sindria. Sinbad never seemed to go anywhere without Ja’far nearby. That man really was like a tote bag for the king. Probably kept all of Sinbad’s stuff tucked under those overbearing sleeves. Judar snickered mentally at the thought of Ja’far being a living caravan. The man was just about as crotchety as one.

Arriving at the familiar barrier, Judar was about to dismantle it when he felt another energy tap into the same defense. The magi’s eyes immediately narrowed and he traced the rukh to the source. Not too far off was the aforementioned magician helping guide in what looked to be a decent cluster of fishing boats. Judar cocked an onyx brow up in curiosity, keeping away from the magician. He wasn’t afraid of Yamraiha by any means. In fact her ‘magical genius’ title was rather laughable in the eyes of a magi. However, being caught on her radar would get the whole palace in alarm, and Judar did not want that when he was intending for this to be an entertaining and more private visit. No way Ja’far would let the magi and Sinbad be alone in a room. The miracle and magi alone together usually prompted either bloodshed or something else that was a pain to remove from the furniture.

Judar didn’t mess around with Sinbad intimately often, but when he did it was... strange. He’d observed Sinbad messing around with women and they always seemed to enjoy themselves, so how come when he and the king were together it was so ungodly painful? Judar never had a problem with Kouen and his brothers, or anyone in Al Thamen for that matter. Ah well, today wasn’t really the day to figure that out. Those sort of activities were best left to a bottle of the king’s finest wine and a visit to Kou on business.

Watching the ships pull in and Yamraiha soon to follow after, Judar left just enough time for her to slip inside the barrier before pumping a dose of black rukh into the magic shield. This kept the hole from closing completely which would be a pain to recreate again without alerting the magician her barrier had been broken into. Playing with stealth, the hole left open was about the size of a pinhole. Surely it would be unnoticeable to anyone but the magi, and it was just enough that Judar din’t have to expunge effort trying to force the stupid thing open. It was a lot easier to open a package if you already had a starting point to work with. This is why Judar always laughed at Yamraiha being a so called genius. What good was a magician if they couldn’t even feel their own magic being tampered with? Sinbad was a bit of an exception, but there were even times Judar knew the king was essentially fighting blind. It was almost endearing, if Judar actually had the word logged into his vocabulary. Prying the hole open wider for himself, the magi slipped into Sindria without a peep. Next time he’d put on more of a show.

Judar could see below the ships docking in Sindria’s main harbor. It appeared most everyone was helping out to bring in the day’s catch which was a good thing for Judar. That meant the palace would be short on guards and personnel. There were some benefits to Sinbad running a country about the size of a dot; limited staff being one of them.

The magi soared off towards the palace he could feel the king residing in. Judar was always aware of Sinbad’s magoi when nearing the king. There was no other signature like it, much as Judar tried to boast otherwise when the man was being stupid about joining him. Judar wondered if he rolled around again with the king if he could somehow convince him otherwise. The king was oddly agreeable when incapacitated, much to Ja’far’s aggravation. Come to think of it, Gyokuen’s request had been for Judar to send a clear message to Sinbad about their power. What better way then to convince the king first hand?

Following the noted pulse of the Sindrian king’s magoi Judar landed on a familiar windowsill looking in on the king busily doing his paperwork with Ja’far hovering beside him like a proud eagle. To Sinbad however, it more felt like the gaze of a hawk.

“Freckles have ya chained to the desk again eh old man?” Judar called out disrupting the peace. His voice was casual as he sat himself on the windowsill, one leg dangling inside the building while the other rested on the ledge.

The king whirled himself around in his seat hearing the familiar voice of unwanted company. The papers Sinbad had currently been working on fluttered off of the desk and onto the floor. His hand hovered over Baal’s vessel as Ja’far sprung into action. The chancellor had brought out his vessels on instant at hearing the magi, glaring daggers at Judar sitting before them.

“You brought this storm on didn’t you?” Ja’far immediately accused. He knew there had been something off with those clouds, and as usual his gut instincts were correct.

“Yah... like I really enjoyed flying through that,” Judar rolled his eyes at Ja’far, “You’re brain’s getting as grey as your hair freckles.”

Now Ja’far liked to think himself a patient and reasonable man, and most people would usually attest that he was given everything the advisor put up with. However, whenever Judar was added to the mix that patience seemed to go out the window along with the chancellor’s relatively placid demeanor.  The former assassin was ready to unleash his vessel before Sinbad put a hand up in front of the man. Ja’far blinked in surprise before looking down at his king’s stern face. Why... why did Sinbad always stop him from putting this brat in his place? No doubt a question to be asked later once they’d have gotten rid of the intruder.

“Stand down Ja’far,” Sinbad replied standing up from his chair to face the magi. His body only slightly shielded his advisor. Sinbad was well aware Ja’far was an extremely capable fighter, even against someone like Judar; but if Sinbad could avoid having blood shed in his office he certainly would.

“I don’t really feel like having a small war waged in my office. And it doesn’t look like the skies are going to permit you two to fight outside.”

Always the diplomat Sin.

“What do you want here Judar?” the king continued, turning his focus back on the black magi.

“Cold as usual,” Judar feigned hurt, giving a small shudder as he brought his arms up around himself, “I actually came to discuss something with you, Sinbad,” the magi’s eyes immediately shot at Ja’far, narrowing pointedly as his grin widened, “and only you.”

Ja’far’s eyes narrowed even thinner in return as he resisted a low growl bubbling in his throat. The grip on his blades tightened as he momentarily contemplated disobeying his king once and wrapping a fine red wire around that grinning face. It was for Sinbad’s own good, really. Nothing good ever came of this one; but Ja’far’s loyalty to his sovereign’s will was greater then his intent to kill, and Ja’far decided on simply grinding his teeth in agitation.

“Any information you have for me can be shared now Judar. I have no desire to speak with you in private,” or at all for that matter.

“I’m sorry, was I giving the impression that was a request?” Judar’s wand flew up in an instant, red light shinning from the gem fastened atop the metal tool.

A cyclone of wind and electricity hurdled through the room blowing Ja’far back and into the wall. The white-haired advisor defended himself rather impressively, but Judar wasn’t using much strength. Blowing Ja’far though a few walls would not only raise awareness of the entire palace, but also make the room rather unsteady and Judar wanted to play right now.

“Ja’far!” Sinbad yelled back at his advisor, drawing Baal from his sheath.

“Ah, ah, ah~ Not this time stupid king,” Judar raised Ja’far up with his magic, suspending the former assassin in midair, “If you equip your Djinn I’ll be sure to use your chancellor as a human shield.”

With heavily gritted teeth, Sinbad sheathed his metal vessel again as Ja’far tried to grasp for some stable footing against the wall he was being suspended near. Although Judar would never admit it, suspending other people in mid air and forcing them to do his bidding took an absolutely ridiculous amount of magoi. It combined both water magic to manipulate their limbs and then gravity magic to actually levitate. Doing it on oneself was not so bad as it only required the manipulating of your own magoi; but to manipulate someone else’s was a rare skill, and one that took much practice as Sinbad well knew. Judar was getting stronger.

“There’s a good king,” Judar cooed condescendingly while he lowered Ja’far back to the ground, “Really Sinbad, this would’ve been so much easier if you’d just let me have my way in the beginning. Now look at your advisor. All because of you.”

Ja’far spit in Judar’s direction as a retort to that.

“State what you want Judar,” Sinbad glared darkly.

“I already told you,” Judar pushed himself into the room, letting the long black braid trail behind him as bare feet padded along the marble floor, “I’m not telling you anything until he’s gone.”

With a direct point at Ja’far from the magi’s wand, Sinbad sighed heavily, bringing his forefingers up to rub his brows together. He could already feel a headache coming on. Why was Judar always such a hassle to deal with? Not to mention the kid was rather persistent on frequenting Sindria. Sinbad lowered his hand after a moment giving a knowing nod to Ja’far to dismiss the advisor. Ja’far frowned at him but left the room as ordered. A silent look passed between the two, knowing that the other would just be within earshot if need be. Ja’far didn’t trust Sinbad alone with that brat for a minute and the king was all too welcoming to have his most loyal just within reach.

“That’s much better,” Judar stretched his arms out over his head, as the door shut behind the chancellor, “Doesn’t smell so much like dried up parchment paper in here now.”

“Why did you come here Judar?” Sinbad glared back at the magi now widely circling him. Sinbad had to remain in control of the conversation with Judar, lest he fall prey to one of the magi’s tricks. Although Judar was naive in many aspects of life, he was still crafty and very skilled at manipulation.

“I don’t even get a ‘hello’ now?” Judar saddled himself up close with Sinbad, bringing his face within inches of the king’s, “Don’t tell me you prefer bedding that advisor over me.”

“That’s not why you’re here,” Sinbad tried yet again to force the purpose out of Judar’s visit, “State what you want.”

This however... didn’t quite get the response out of Judar Sinbad had been trying for. He knew he would get some backlash with the magi the more he pushed for a real answer, but as Judar reared back, playful look vanishing from his face, Sinbad could tell this was going to be even more bothersome then normal.

Judar glared darkly at him. The false smile showing off those pearly whites slowly descended into a frown as he took a step back from the king, gripping his wand tightly in his hand. It was these kind of moments that made Judar hate this stupid king. Sinbad displayed such kindness to everyone else, but with Judar there was nothing but a hollow look in those amber eyes. Even when they were tangled up in satin sheets, spilling fluids and muttered words into the night the king’s look remained hollow. Too hollow...

Judar held their silent glare a moment longer before walking over to the king’s bed. Judar was tired, and he needed to refuel his magoi if he was going to be able to travel back home in the same day. There was only one way he knew of doing this without having Al Sarmen inject him with dark rukh. There was no way Sinbad was going to let him rest or eat though. The best Judar could do was stall for time. With Sinbad however, that was always a challenge. The magi ran over the options in his mind twisting the tip of his wand on the bed sheets, keeping his back facing Sinbad. He wasn’t worried about a surprise attack, both parties knew that was a stupid idea to try.

“Well,” Sinbad tried once more to get an answer out of the stubborn brat.

“Play with me,” Judar spoke lowly over his shoulder. Ebony bangs shielded his face from view, “Then I’ll tell you.”

Sinbad, being naturally skeptic of Judar’s words didn’t buy it. Folding his arms across his chest the king exhaled deeply at the magi.

“The information you have better be something important Judar,” Sinbad darkly replied after a minute, “I’m going to have to attend to my advisor and my bedroom wall now thanks to you, and I assure you having Ja’far worry about the damages is going to be a lot more inconvenient for me then having Ja’far himself be injured.”

Sometimes Sinbad wished he could actually force Judar to see what annoyances that kid left in his wake, but Judar would never understand it. The Kou oracle had been too spoiled and corrupted to understand empathy or even basic emotions. Sinbad didn’t like to ever think anyone was a lost cause, but with Judar the testimony was overwhelming; as Ja’far had clearly stated it many times. Still, the king being ever the optimist hoped he could break through that and find that touch of humanity inside of the black magi. He knew it was there. He could barely feel it from time to time when in close context with Judar.

“It’s about Kou,” Judar turned his gaze back to better regard Sinbad. His look was bored, and somewhat agitated which meant that the information was probably important. Most information that tended to be important Judar didn’t have the least interest in caring about, and this look was definitely a bearer of such.

“I don’t understand why you even do this when you pitch such a fit every time,” Sinbad grumbled walking closer to Judar.

The grin slowly returned on the magi’s face as he spun himself back to face Sinbad bringing his arms up around the king. It wasn’t his favourite method of stalling for time, but Sinbad was entertaining enough to at least make it interesting.

“That’s not really any of your business is it Sinbad?” Judar whispered between them with a hungry smile.

“Considering what I’m about to do to you, I’d argue it is,” the sovereign replied, his own grin now slowly emerging on his face.

As much of a brat as Judar was, damn if the kid didn’t know a how to take a good fuck. Sinbad did his best to try not to think about how Judar had become so skilled, but the curiosity lingered as he began pushing the magi down onto his bed. Funny how only moments ago he’d wanted to have Judar off the sands of his kingdom and now he couldn’t see anything else beyond ravaging the magi until he was begging for salvation. Ja’far would blame it on Sinbad’s infamously incorrigible lobido. Sinbad was alright with that. The benefits were welcome to the king with time stalling as well. This gave Ja’far a chance to alert the other generals, just in case and it gave the king another shot at gaining insight to his enemy.

The few times the two had ever shared a bed Judar had been wildly inexperienced in what Sinbad would call real love making. The magi’s kisses were almost laughable if they didn’t feel so much like bites. However, there’d been something else unique about lying with Judar, something none of his brothels or other company could provide. Perhaps it had to do with being a magi but Sinbad could feel the rukh so much more clearly with Judar. Being close to the magi like this he could see the twisted corruption and manipulation in Judar’s magoi. The first few times Sinbad had let curiosity get the better of him and through his naivety thought he could change the magi for the better by manipulating it with his own magoi. Judar had immediately locked onto his attempts to alter his rukh and what had been a somewhat enjoyable romp in the king’s bed had turned into a rough night of hard sex that had left both of them battered and bruised the next morning.

After that first time Judar didn’t visit Sinbad at all for months until the king had stumbled upon another one of Judar’s dungeons. Damn if that kid didn’t know how to hold a grudge too as that had been one of the more trickier dungeons Sinbad had conquered in his youth.

The following times after Sinbad and Judar had managed to lay with each other Sinbad had been more subtle. Each chance with Judar like this was a chance to turn the tides to his favor, but the magi was so stubborn he couldn’t see that Sinbad was in his own way trying to help the feral magi. He would block off Judar’s magoi subtly instead of manipulating it outright, so he could gain the advantage and then slowly start to influence the other’s rukh. Gently, Sinbad would nudge Judar towards the natural flow again. Each time had ended in failure with Judar refusing to take that step into the light, but Sinbad would keep trying until the chance was no longer an option for him.

This time was no different.

Judar willingly flopped himself onto the king’s expansive bed with a coy grin, his wand still tightly clutched in his hand. The magi wasn’t stupid, he knew that Sin would try something with him again, the king always did.

“Not going to kick me out immediately after I tell you are you?” Judar teased holding his lips just beneath Sinbad’s.

“That’s up to you. You’re the one usually gone before I wake up,” Sinbad replied, locking his lips with the magi. Ja’far was not going to like this and for that the king mentally apologized.

Judar swallowed in the delicate taste of Sinbad’s lips, lingering wine and fruits resting in the cracks of that sensitive skin--sending shivers up the oracle’s spine. The black magi slowly brought his arms up around Sinbad’s neck. The king kept an amber eye open watching that wand rise with Judar’s arms. He pulled back briefly, hooking an arm around the oracle’s waist. His other extended outwards to hold Judar’s arm that carried the wand.

“This needs to go,” he husked between them.

Judar’s brows furrowed in rebellion, but if he didn’t comply with Sinbad’s wishes he wouldn’t be replenishing his rukh by feeding off the king either. If anything it would more than likely lead to another fight which would expend even more of Judar’s magoi. With an ungrateful hiss, Judar dropped the metal instrument to the side, letting it bounce once on the bed. A flash of hunger ran across the king’s eyes now that Judar was being compliant with him, and he threw his other leg over the magi, now boxing him in.

“Why can’t you always be this compliant?” he teased, pinning the oracle’s arms down on the pillows above Judar’s head. He knew Judar liked to play rough, anything less and the magi simply got bored with him.

You’d get bored,” Judar countered with a roll of his hips.

Sinbad’s eyelids fluttered a moment, lowering his own hips to feel Judar move against him better. The magi grinned with satisfaction grinding up again. It wasn’t often he got to see Sinbad lose control, and if Sinbad had anything to say about it it would stay that way. The king caught onto Judar’s scheme in a minute as he sharply jutted his own hips down on the magi, making Judar tense beneath him. Sinbad chuckled at the reaction diving in to capture Judar’s lips once again.

Steadily the sovereign rocked himself against the magi, rolling his hips in a constant rhythm, stirring the heat between them. Judar opened his mouth wide for the king, letting Sinbad plunge inside of him and ravish the his moist caverns. The magi’s eyes rolled back on reflex as Sinbad found the familiar hotspot inside Judar that drove the oracle mad. His chest thrust upward’s feeling the king’s metal vessels run along his exposed patches of skin. Judar swallowed again on reflex, drinking in more of the king until Sinbad was practically deep throating him. His stomach tightened, trying to resist the moan building inside of him the deeper Sinbad caressed, but it was all in vain as he finally fell to his desires, moaning beneath the singularity.

Sinbad’s hands relaxed with Judar’s vocal pleasure, trailing down over the metal gauntlets that shielded Judar’s arms. The oracle’s hand immediately flew up, knocking the king’s turban off and burying themselves in Sinbad’s hair as the king began to elicit more keening noises out of the black magi. The sovereign parted for breath with a wet pop sounding between them. The oracle from Kou was already lightly panting, leaving his mouth open for Sinbad to ravish once more if he so desired, and the king indulged. His teeth descended on Judar’s lips, bitting and pulling gently until they were swollen and sensitive from his affection. 

Judar wasn’t idle in his actions either, twisting his lower half around to raise a leg up to his desired king. The magi ran his leg against the man’s inner thigh, already getting frustrated with the amount of clothes on them. Judar let his frustrations be known with an impatient buck of his hips, holding back a whine in his throat as Sinbad moved his lips down to the oracle’s jawline.

Sinbad himself was already fast at work with his own agenda. Skilled hands cascaded down the magi’s sides feeling the familiar traces of ribs and lean muscles. By the gods did no one in Kou feed this kid properly? It wasn’t much of Sinbad’s concern really but it would’ve been nice to feel a little more meat on Judar like some of his women. Scaling along the individual bones, Sinbad tried to seek out the main channels of Judar’s magoi until...--there! Sinbad sunk his teeth into the magi’s clavicle to distract him as the king flexed his middle and index finger in, blocking the flow of magoi. Judar twitched with a small gasp, hands flexing against Sinbad scalp which felt... sinfully good as he pulled just right. The king himself better move fast before his own body became frustrated with him.

“Y’know...” Judar breathed, pressing his own kisses around the king’s temple as the man pushed himself lower on Judar, “Freckles is gonna be pissed... ‘f he comes in here an’ sees us... like this.”

“Let him,” came Sinbad’s reply, knowing it would stir Judar all the more into his willing hand. It’s not like Sinbad himself would really stop anyways if that happened. This wouldn’t be the first time Ja’far caught him being indecent and if the king had his way it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Judar purred with satisfaction at the reply, letting the grin on his face widen. He writhed slowly on the bed, grinding his hips against Sinbad again. Red orbs danced with desire as he offered himself up to the king, silently feeding off the black rukh that naturally coursed through the king’s veins.

“Keep that up and I’m going to be pounding you into the bed raw,” Sinbad warned blocking off another path unknowingly to the magi.

“Like it when you do it that way anyways,” Judar muttered, bucking himself again to stir the king on.

In a flash Sinbad grabbed onto Judar’s ass, giving it a hard squeeze to drive his point. The magi let out an unexpected mewl, kicking his legs in frustration. Sinbad gazed down at him with sadistic intent; watching the red flush stain Judar’s cheeks.

“You want to open your legs don’t you Judar,” he cooed tauntingly.

Judar huffed with indignation at him, blowing a few locks of tussled ebony hair out of his face.

“I’ll kick you in the balls if you keep teasing me,” he threatened.

Mm, Judar’s bed talk could still use work, but Sinbad found the threat a bit stirring all the same. Foreplay was always a bit more fun when it was dangerous. With the way Judar was looking beneath him, his hair lightly tussled and chest heaving steadily beneath, a bit of danger was well worth its rewards. Not wanting to endanger his manhood however, Sinbad willingly shifted to let Judar spread his legs, nesting the king inside the cradle of the magi’s hips. Ah this was much better, now Sinbad could really feel the heat between them. Judar seemed satisfied with it as well the way he tugged at Sinbad’s shirt, pulling the man in closer. The magi’s hands traversed lower over the king’s chest, locating the tie for his top sash and gave that a firm tug as well.

“Off,” he ordered, which made the sovereign chuckle.

“So impatient,” Sinbad muttered while ignoring Judar’s demand. 

Judar growled, conjuring the rukh around him, only to find that it had become rather difficult to do so. Hadn’t he been pulling in enough rukh to eliminate that imbalance in his own magoi? Sinbad in the meantime, had lowered himself down, hooking his thumbs around Judar’s pants to begin gently prying them off. The king could feel when Judar tried to summon the black rukh around them only for the magi to then find out he was cut off. Amber eyes flickered up to meet slightly panicked red orbs trying to analyze exactly what was happening. Judar’s look of innocence and panic never ceased to arouse him; not because Sinbad got high off someone else’s fear, but because it was one of the few times Judar actually looked human.

“The fuck did you do?” The magi immediately accused.

Sinbad ignored Judar for now, nibbling on the oracle’s inner thigh which much to Judar’s continued anger rendered him speechless for the moment. The oracle arched on the bed again, kicking his leg out as Sinbad began marking him. The man’s teeth worked at his inner thigh, making the skin flutter wherever he touched. Sinbad wasn’t being gentle about it either, leaving what would no doubt be bruises there tomorrow. As he finally broke skin, the sovereign began sucking away the few drops of crimson that managed to slither out. Judar was a panting mess on the king’s bed by the time Sinbad had lapped it all away. His chest was heaving for air, head lightly thrashing on the luxury pillows tangling Judar’s hair.

“Damnit...! You fucker!” Judar cursed, while Sinbad began nipping closer to the black magi’s loins.

All of Judar’s cursing and whining went straight to the king’s groin. The more he kissed and nipped around Judar’s erect organ the less Judar continued to curse and in its place began to moan again. Sinbad knew that the oracle was still pissed with him and probably would remain that way, but Judar was becoming more desirable now which was definitely worth it in Sinbad’s opinion. From his vantage he could see the flush had spread from Judar’s face to over the top of his chest. His nipples were perked beneath his choli, no doubt grazing against that rough brocade making them even more sensitive. Sinbad couldn’t help himself resisting the urge to play, and snaked his hands back up, pushing that skin tight shirt over just enough to pop those little nubs free for him.

Judar whined the entire time the king pushed up the fabric, the coarse weaves of the brocade not doing anything to slate his rising lobido. Sinbad’s hands were just as merciless as his mouth, twisting and pinching both nubs simultaneously while moving his tongue to kiss at the magi’s entrance. Judar completely fell apart, moaning and writhing on the king’s bed. His legs feverishly kicked in the air while his hands gripped onto the sheets, no longer having the comfort of Sinbad’s scalp or shoulders at their disposal. The magi was lost in his wanton desires, crying out the king’s name into the room with high-pitched whines, sweat beading all over his skin in the low light of the room. Damnit...! This wasn’t fair! He couldn’t breathe like this with his rukh cut off either.

The room began to warp in his vision as the rukh mockingly danced just out of reach. His precious black rukh fluttered further and further away from him, making Judar bite back a scream through clenched teeth as the king’s tongue prodded his hole. Judar’s skin burned and ached, leaving him panting to try and cool down. Sinbad must’ve realized this as he brought his tongue up, lapping away the first bead of precum before sliding himself back over Judar. 

The oracle glared at the king through a heavy blush, still demanding an answer to his question. Judar’s kiss swollen lips were glistening with saliva as his cheeks puffed with hot air. It was a damn shame the oracle from Kou couldn’t be like this all the time Sinbad thought as he ravished those lips again. Judar arched his back as Sinbad kissed him, slapping his chest up against the king and his metal vessels. He could hear the Djinns whispering and laughing when they were this close. Judar needfully clawed at Focalor trying to coax some of the ill magoi from the Djinn to enter him again.

Unfortunately for Judar, upon touching the metal vessel Focalor only burned him with the amount of light rukh radiating from the king. Judar whined and thrashed his head back to the side. This wasn’t fun anymore. Sinbad was playing dirty and Judar was running out of black rukh to feed off of. Damn bastard wasn’t giving him any either from the looks of it.

‘Just a little bit more,’ Sinbad tried to encourage Judar with a few soft kisses, ‘You’re nearly there.’ Nearly all of Judar’s magoi had been blocked now, sealing off the black rukh entirely from entering him. There was nothing Sinbad could do to be rid of what was already inside Judar, but he could prevent any new tainted magoi from entering him, and judging by how Judar was reacting Sinbad had made a good move in doing so early.

“Sinbad...!” Judar finally broke into a whine, pawing at the king’s chest, “...Hot. ’ts hot.”

Judar was sweating heavily by now. Lidded eyes pleaded up at Sinbad for salvation. His pupils were becoming dilated with black bangs plastered to his forehead. Judar was finally cut off from the rukh; if only temporary. Sinbad smiled with that cold gaze Judar knew so well and kissed the oracle’s brow soothingly. Judar mewled again banging his fist against the king’s chest, pulling at the man’s clothes again.

“Take it off. Take... off!” Judar thrashed, rioting his body against Sinbad’s.

That was the king’s cue. The minute Judar started to get into his tantrum state it was no more fooling around lest Sinbad want to be about every shade of purple under the sun the next morning. 

Sinbad pulled back finally removing his metal vessels and tops as he sat up between Judar’s splayed legs. The magi coughed, bringing the back of his hand to his mouth. Why was sex with Sinbad always like this? Every time Judar felt so drained. Was it because the king was only half fallen? What about Sinbad made things so different? Little did Judar realize what was really transpiring between them. Red orbs rolled back to the king who was now undoing the sash around his hips revealing his own eager cock. Judar swallowed dryly at the sight of it. Fuck... he forgot how big that stupid king was.

Thankfully, Sinbad’s threat about fucking Judar raw remained only a threat as he reached over Judar to grasp at the bedside table, and pulled out a small jar of oil. Judar watched with lazy eyes, trying not to focus too much lest the room begin spinning again. Sinbad coated his middle and ring finger in the solution bringing both digits to the magi’s already wet hole. The king rested a hand firmly on Judar’s hip before then gently wedging both fingers into Judar.

Judar hadn’t been expecting two and cried out into the room with a loud ‘FUCK’; both hands gripping either side of the bed. It wasn’t as if the magi wasn’t used to it, hell he’d taken worse and much larger without being prepped at all, but with the added effect of his lack of rukh already making things more intense it took quite a bit of will power to keep from coming at that alone.

Sinbad’s fingers were blazing hot as they searched around inside the magi, making Sinbad grunt with effort as his own back began to lightly coat with sweat. Damnit was Judar always this tight? How long had it been since they’d done this last? The sovereign’s cock twitched eagerly at the thought of being buried in that same heat that squeezed around his fingers and it took quite a bit of self control to keep his hand placidly bruising the magi’s hip instead of giving himself a few rubs to sate his desires. The deeper the king plundered inside of Judar the further he extended his own light rukh feeling it begin to fill the empty wells inside of Judar’s body now that his magoi supply had been cut off. 

Judar felt the room spinning again as Sinbad delved further inside him. Sinbad’s fingers were so hot, burning him up from the inside out. His legs twitched and tremored with adrenaline coursing through them, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Opening his eyes out of curiosity, he could see the white rukh fluttering around them the more the two got excited. Fucking perverted birds. It didn’t help that his own rukh was fading further and further away as well. Judar could see the black rukh becoming outnumbered, being swallowed up in the light. He clawed at it despite its futility, trying to bring it back in to him; but the moment he grabbed at the black rukh it would fade to white and flutter away from him.

A sudden jolt rocketed through him, forcing Judar to arch up on the bed with his eyes snapping open. He could hear Sinbad chuckle just beyond his view.

“Right here huh?” Sinbad curled his fingers again, pressing against that spot inside Judar that forced the magi to cry out like a bitch in heat. Sinbad curled his fingers harder, driving Judar mad with need. The magi screamed and cried out falling completely to Sinbad’s mercy. By the gods Sinbad could watch this all day, but with his own cock throbbing with the need to be inside that same magi writhing around on his bed--to feel those muscles fluttering around his organ the same way they were sucking in his fingers, Sinbad couldn’t deny it any longer.

Ripping the digits out of Judar, the magi collapsed back on the bed, gasping for breath. Sinbad reached over scooping another generous helping of the oil and coating his aching cock with it. The king groaned with satisfaction finally having something taking hold of his length and giving it relief. Judar could probably use the same seeing how the poor oracle’s length was all but raging with precum steadily flowing down the bulging head. Sinbad felt a bit guilty for that but it’s not like Judar didn’t deserve his own punishment.

“Going to bend you in half fucking you,” Sinbad purred over the oracle as he moved back on top of Judar.

The oracle forced his gaze up to view the king who had now grasped hold of the Kou oracle’s legs. Sinbad pried them further apart, not caring where Judar would put them so long as he got in as deep as possible. Sinbad would’ve preferred having Judar on his knees for this but seeing the kid’s face crying out for him as he fucked him raw was good too. The king curled his prize over, bringing his pulsing head to that sorrily prepped hole. Judar was completely out of black rukh now, and it was obvious with the desperate gasping noises he was making. Sinbad wondered if he’d perhaps taken in all that black rukh. Normally he wasn’t this cruel with his bed partners; even if they were like Judar. With an almost uncaring shrug however, Sinbad cast the thought away driving himself slowly into Judar’s quivering hole.

The oracle curled beneath Sinbad and shook with the king’s length filling him. His eyes watered and leaked as his muscles stretched to try and accommodate the man’s swollen length.  

“Fuck...!” Sinbad allowed himself his own cursing as he worked his way into the magi. Damn Judar was tight. Was he doing this on purpose?

“Relax would y-“

“I AM!!” Judar barked immediately back at him, doing anything but. His muscles twitched and fluttered, slowly relaxing after Sinbad had been in him a while. Sinbad was hot, blazing hot inside of him. Everywhere the king touched it was hot. Judar forced his eyes open again weakly starring up at the king. His vision was going blurry with tears and that fucking light rukh... Sinbad was practically glowing with it.

“Go,” Judar gave a weak buck of his hips, swallowing back and odd tightness that had begun brewing in his stomach.

The word was barely out of Judar’s lips before Sinbad’s hips snapped forward penetrating himself deep inside the magi to the hilt. Something pounded in Judar’s ears with that slap, like someone thrumming at a door. Maybe it was the blood pooling in his head from this fucked up position Sinbad had curled him into as the king began to pull back. Judar shuddered as his muscles sucked in, squeezing around the sovereign’s organ as Sinbad pulled back. The king pushed himself in again with a heavy grunt, working up a steady rhythm.

In no time at all Judar was begging for more as his body grew used to Sinbad’s presence inside of him. Essence from his neglected cock dripped onto his stomach as Sinbad pounded into him with more vigor. Sweat cascaded off the king’s back as he pushed himself from his knees burying himself deeper and deeper inside the magi until Judar truly was bent in half trying to accommodate the man. It was a damn good thing Judar was as flexible as he was or this would have never worked otherwise.

Judar didn’t have to tell Sinbad to go any harder then he already was the way the man was mercilessly driving into him. Violet hair clung to the pair while Judar’s black braid became messy and unruly around his body. The sounds of wet slapping and heavy grunts soon began filling the room. Judar’s voice growing louder as Sinbad plunged deeper and deeper inside of him. He could feel it now, that familiar sensation of something trying to pierce through him. Each time Sinbad drove deep into him, ramming the head of his cock against his prostate Judar could feel it, something trying to penetrate him on a subliminal level. The pounding in his head grew louder with each forceful thrust rocketing into him.

‘Come on damnit!’ Sinbad cursed in his mind, pouring his magoi in with each thrust he drove hard into the magi writhing on his bed. It was so close, the sovereign could feel it the same way he could feel every muscle around him with his thrusts. He was nearly there. Judar’s black rukh was gone, his world completely smothered in white. Sinbad just had to break that last barrier; that last well of depravity inside the magi--his core. If he could just reach it this time...! If he could just...!--

“Sinbad!!” Judar’s voice shot through his ears and forced the singularity’s eyes open to the magi beneath him.

Judar had managed to grab hold of the king’s arms with a vice like grip that was nearly drawing blood. The oracle was sobbing beneath him with laboured breathing. The king felt something twist in his stomach at the sight of Judar so desperately clinging to him. He felt something hard lump in his throat at the trembling creature beneath him. Judar had already cum spilling seed all over himself in an errotic display. It was now or never, maybe. Judar was still in his climax and even if he was hurting, it was for his own good, Sinbad knew it had to be. This could finally be the way to reverse the rukh inside Judar.

“One more,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to Judar’s forehead, “One--More!”

Sinbad drove in with all his strength, feeling that barrier that had eluded him for so long burst open like shattering glass. Judar cried out again, clamping his muscles down tight around Sinbad as light clouded both their senses. The pounding that had been ringing in the oracle’s ears exploded with a sensation that knocked everything offline. Something inside the magi gave way letting Sinbad completely overtake him in that moment. The light rukh soared around the pair, flourishing into the air in a magnitude that was only thought of to be seen in legends. Time stopped for a moment it felt, and the world stood still. A flow had been altered and rewritten, a new course had been opened. It was almost the same as when Sinbad had been born. An unrivaled power was felt throughout the world, that changed the game entirely, and all the key players took notice. All the key players that is... except those who had so drastically altered the world again.

Sinbad didn’t know how long he and Judar stayed like that, limbs tangled around each other, desperately holding on as if they were all that was left. Sinbad wasn’t even sure if he’d passed out from it all. He’d never felt so exhausted as he did right now, and the same was probably true for the oracle he was entangled with. The king didn’t even realize he’d collapsed upon Judar who was still trembling beneath him. He pulled out slowly, to not injure the magi any further then he undoubtedly already was.

The black rukh that had been pushed away from Sinbad was now swarming around them, angrily screaming at the king for what he’d done to their magi. Sinbad would’ve brushed them off if Judar didn’t look horribly in need of their presence. Damn... so it hadn’t worked. Sinbad let out an exhausted, and defeated sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. A strangled gasp jolted his senses as the king suddenly realized Judar hadn’t been moving the whole time he’d been coming back to his own senses. Only now was the oracle of Kou trying to come back to this world as well but the kid didn’t look too well off either by the look of things. Much as Sinbad hated the brat for his actions, he didn’t actually want Judar to die. Sinbad moved over him quickly undoing the caps he’d put on Judar’s magoi reserves. The minute the first cap was removed the black rukh that had angrily been fluttering around them swarmed to their oracle in a hurricane. Sinbad braced himself, thanking Solomon that rukh alone couldn’t actually hurt anyone or he’d be a dead man. Speaking of... with a bit of forethought Sinbad casually kicked Judar’s wand out of reach and off the bed; just in case. It didn’t seem like Judar would be throwing any wild tantrums for a minute, but Sinbad would rather be safe then sorry.

 


 

It took a considerable amount of time for Judar to come to more or less. For what had seemed like one of the longest times the oracle lay nearly lifeless on the king’s bed, letting out strangled gasps for breath as the black rukh re-entered and cleansed him of the white impurities. Ironic how that which was white was considered impure. Slowly but surely though, his breathing steadied and the colour began to return back on the oracle’s skin.

Sinbad in the meantime had gotten dressed, keeping a watchful eye over Judar for a multitude of reasons. No doubt the magi was going to be pissed once he finally came to and the king best be ready for that moment. Besides, there was still the matter of Judar’s initial reason for being here.

“The fuck did you do to me?” finally came a raspy and labored voice.

Sinbad looked over on the bed to see Judar weakly pushing himself up. Limbs still shaky, Sinbad offered some assistance to help the oracle up, but it was promptly smacked away by the magi.

“Don’t need your fucking ‘help’,” Judar spat, pulling up his pants.

As he lowered his head to perform said action a dizziness overtook him. Something bounced around inside his stomach, prompting the magi to lurch forward, losing all the color in his skin again. Sinbad, being an expert in hangovers if there ever was one, knew that paling look all too well and reached over to grab a rubbish bin holding it in front of the oracle. Judar tried to ignore it making himself seem superior to such human weakness as getting sick, but another wave of that fluttering feeling of something shifting around inside him dismantled his resolve and the magi became violently sick. Sinbad’s skin crawled at the sound, looking away from Judar and trying to block it out. Sinbad was a very strong-willed man, but everyone had their weaknesses. On the bright side at least the chances were slim that Judar would have the strength to beat the crap out of him for this--at least for now. Sinbad made a mental note to have Yamraiha strengthen the barriers around Sindria the minute Judar would be gone.

After what seemed like ages for one who was never sick, Judar’s stomach finally settled, and the unwelcome feeling inside of him finally went into submission. The oracle lifted his head up, glaring darkly at the sovereign who had finally gained enough control of his own stomach to look back at the magi. Sinbad pulled up a washrag from his bedside and wiped away some of the trails of bile around Judar’s mouth. He didn’t notice it at first, but upon moving the cloth away his brows furrowed at the residue on it.

‘Black?’ Sinbad questioned, setting the rag aside for now.

Judar was still demanding an answer with his gaze, and after that little display it was only fair Sinbad told him. It’s not like he’d be trying it again anymore; now that he knew it wouldn’t work. The king exhaled a heavy sigh.

“I tried to help you, nothing more,” he stated, getting up from the bed. His eyes cast down to the wand on the floor--yup still there.

“Help me? How the fuck was nearly killing me in sex helping me!” Judar shot back.

Seemed the oracle was coming back to his usual self. Sinbad turned around to face Judar rather then keep his back turned to the magi and folded his arms over his chest. His gaze was indifferent to the oracle on his bed who still hesitantly clutching the bin just in case.

“I thought I could manipulate your rukh and make you see reason. Appears though that it is impossible for you to change.”

“You manipulated my rukh?!” Judar was beyond pissed now.

Truthfully, Sinbad had done more than manipulate it, but the less details the magi knew the better. The sovereign simply let his jaded gaze speak for him and let Judar come to his own conclusions. Letting the oracle spin his own web of conclusions was a lot better then actually giving fuel to his fire.

Judar managed to get off the bed, ripping his choli back down to cover himself fully, and grabbed his wand up off the floor. The black magi stormed at Sinbad with loose black hair whipping about, gem blazing on his wand he pressed the sharp tip right to the king’s throat.

“I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU FOR THIS!” the magi screamed.

“Is that really wise Judar?” Sinbad countered while keeping his composure. There weren’t many times he could recall ever being thankful for Judar’s bizarre obsession with him, but right now it was probably the only reason the magi hadn’t simply destroyed the entire palace in a fit of rage. That didn’t mean that this saving grace would last him long and for that Sinbad had his bases covered. Judar hadn’t been out long enough for Sinbad to conduct an actual plan of defense, but he had enough time to conjure a good bluff that there was one.

“You’ve been out for some time now, time in which I’ve had to have this room completely surrounded by my generals and men. You might want to think about the actions you choose or they may be your last.”

Sinbad was letting on a huge bluff, but it wasn’t as if the magi had any reason to doubt him. The oracle’s senses were still a bit screwy to sense magoi properly right now, and with so much rukh still fluttering about in the room it was hard to make out who all was there anyways. Clenching his teeth together with a repressed growl, the oracle stabbed into the sovereign with his wand, dragging it down along the king’s torso. Sinbad let out a wince, but tried to contain himself as best he could manage. Yelling in pain would only provoke Judar more and that could make his whole bluff fall apart.

“DON’T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN YOU STUPID KING!” Judar screamed in his ear  before then storming past Sinbad and towards the same window he’d entered from, “You can forget about the message I was sent to deliver!”

With that the Kou oracle hopped off from the windowsill, landing on his carpet and took off into the air. Sinbad was amazingly relieved by the lack of violence Judar had shown him, but a crackle in the sky and he’d realized he’d let his guard down a moment too soon. The king rushed towards the window with just enough time to see a large trail of thunder magic hurdling into the Great Bell and White Aries Tower. A large explosion thundered through the kingdom from the blast, making Sinbad grip his sword tightly. 

“JUDAR!!” He called after the oracle enraged. Majority of him ached to charge right after the magi for hurting his people, but the reasonable side argued that more lives would probably spared if he didn’t engage the magi and let Judar leave as the ‘victor’. Thankfully, that seemed to be exactly what Judar was intent on doing as he blasted through Yamraiha’s barrier and took off in the direction of the Kou Empire.

Ja’far was in the king’s room the second he’d heard the explosion thankful to see the monarch was alright. From his view he wasn’t able to see the large gash running down the sovereign’s chest until Sinbad turned around charging forward.

“Si--“

“Get the guards down to the Aries Tower to help the injured and have Yamraiha strengthen that barrier of hers,” Sinbad ordered, holding his hand up to silence his advisor.

Ja’far was a bit lost for words at the moment, hesitating only a second.

“Do it now!” Sinbad ordered, springing the advisor into action as Ja’far hurried after Sinbad to alert the staff.

 


 

‘The death toll in Sindria that day was anticipated to be 0 by bringing in the ships from the harbor early to avoid the storms. However, in light of recent events White Aries Tower took heavy damage from an outside enemy. Numerous official documents were lost in the fire that followed, but more tragically 22 lives were lost in the explosion. Our deepest condolences to the families of those that had lost their lives serving our great kingdom. Sindria will honor them with a moment of silence tomorrow morning. Funeral services are being arranged for the departed.’

 


 

Ja’far sighed, dotting the last line with ink as the official document to be read to the public from the king was finished. There were mixed feelings over revealing the culprit of the attack, but to lessen the citizen’s worries it had been agreed that it was best to be kept a secret. The advisor looked over to his sovereign who seemed deeply lost in his thoughts. Evening had fallen and the only light to be had in the room was that of the candles provided and the paler blue light casting in from the moon over the night’s sky. A bottle of red wine rested beside the king, half empty or half full it was anyone’s opinion to say.

“Are you still able to read?” Ja’far asked quietly from his desk.

Sinbad removed his hand from beneath his chin looking over to his trusted advisor. Not a word had been said between them during the chaos of the Aries Tower attack. The only thing out of the king’s lips after being told the official death toll had been ‘wine’. Sinbad had retreated to his room soon after, letting Ja’far speak for him. The freckled chancellor knew his king well enough to know how Sinbad wanted things handled. Ja’far knew Sinbad felt guilt for the lives that had been lost; that he was a part of the reason why at least 22 families had now lost someone dear to them, that some number of children would not be seeing their parent come home tonight, and that was unforgivable. However, Ja’far knew it wasn’t Sinbad that had fired that blast, and most likely tried to prevent it from becoming something worse. He wouldn’t push for the answers now though, now was too soon to ask for clarifications. There was still cleanup that needed to be done and a public that needed to be addressed. Sinbad was well aware of this.

“You don’t read a declaration of loss,” he replied to Ja’far.

You feel it.

Ja’far stood silent for a moment, holding the official scroll to be announced in his hands. Sinbad stood, leaving the bottle of wine behind him and gently pried the scroll from his advisor’s grasp, stepping forward to face his citizens.

Ja’far turned around after his king, watching the man’s back retreat from view and step out to face the crowds. The once-assassin clasped his hands solemnly together beneath the folds of his sleeves and bowed in respect, now understanding his king’s meaning.

“My liege.”

‘I can see the loss etched into your back, but please do not think it is all because of you when there is someone else who shares the blame.’

 


 

That someone else as it were, had touched down on the lands of the Kou Empire only hours ago and was currently heading in to see his own emperor. Bare footsteps padded along the cherrywood panels of the palace courtyard, making way to the grand throne room. A pitter patter of light steps hurrying behind perked the oracle’s ears.

“Judar-chan,” a light voice rung behind him.

The black magi turned to see Kougyoku hurrying up to him, freshly out of breath with her attendant trailing well behind her. It was amazing Ka Koubun had been kept in service as long as he had. The princess’ cheeks were flushed with delight at seeing her oracle home again as she graciously lifted her sleeves to hide her reddened face.

“Did you get back just now?” she inquired.

“Yah, I landed about an hour ago. Needed a bath after going through that stupid storm,” he grumbled, turning to continue walking. Kougyoku took that as an invitation to follow despite Ka Koubun reaching out behind her to advise her otherwise.

“How was Sindria? Did you go to see Sinbad? Did he remember me?”

Judar froze at the king’s name. His fists tightened out of view and his eyes contracted with hatred. The princess innocently tilted her head, the golden chime on her metal vessel jingling in the air as lush black lashes batted at her oracle. The magi snorted with a laugh grinning down at her.

“Yah I saw him but he didn’t mention you at all old hag. He probably doesn’t even remember your name haha!!”

Kougyoku puffed her cheeks with a pout before bringing out her fists, playfully batting at Judar.

“Judar you’re so mean! You probably didn’t even greet him for me! And I am not an old hag!” she wailed pounding light fists against the oracle’s shoulder.

“Hey!” Judar barked back at her, raising a hand to cover the afflicted limb, “I have to use that arm you know.”

“Ah--“ Kougyoku, as if realizing her indecent behavior, flushed and coiled back from him bringing her hands back under her sleeves. She looked down at the floor a moment as they walked up the steps to the throne room, silently fretting over her actions.

“So... are you delivering a message back from Sinbad to the emperor?” she inquired sheepishly.

Judar turned from the top of the steps to look back down at the shy princess. It was remarkable she’d ever conquered a dungeon some days, but she’d proven herself on more than one occasion there was a lot more power under that meek frame than what you could see. It was one of the things Judar liked about her.

“Yah. You know how they get when they don’t get news right away. I’ll see ya when I’m done maybe,” he turned back waving a dismissive hand at her before entering the throne room.

Ka Koubun who had finally managed to catch up to the princess leaned down beside her whispering in her ear.

“My princess, perhaps it would be wise for us to wait for the priest in the main palace. Clouds are rolling in from south west. It will likely begin to rain soon.”

“Yes,” she nodded looking to the clouds coming overhead, “You are probably right.”

 


 

“You’re late magi,” a hooded man spoke stepping out from the shadows as Judar entered into the throne room. The oracle shut the large wooden door behind him, glaring over at the Al Thamen member.

“So what, I wasn’t given a time limit,” he shot back sliding his arms behind his head non-chalantly.

“You were supposed to deliver a message to the High King of the Seven Seas and then report back here at once.”

“I wanted to sight-see. You make me travel all that way just to drop off a scroll? You know how much magoi that takes up? I wanted to have some fun. If you wanted it done your way you should’ve just used a mail system like every other human.” 

A chuckle echoed through the room. The hooded man that had been chiding Judar turned his head in direction of the voice and bowed in respect. Footsteps could be heard coming down from the grand throne, making their way towards the magi. Silk robes dusted along the spotless floor demanding respect to anyone they passed.

“If I recall Judar, it was you who wanted to deliver the message personally yourself. Was I wrong to indulge your request?” the figure moved towards them, guards standing on high alert though Judar seemed to act as though he were greeting an old friend with a cocky smirk on his face.

“Your majesty,” the member of Al Thamen bowed, excusing himself from the emperor’s presence.

“You are dismissed,” the voice replied, reaching a hand up to caress their magi’s face, “Now my cute little Judar tell me... what exactly was King Sinbad’s reaction to my coming into power?” Gyokuen smiled at her beloved oracle.