Chapter 4: Chapter 1 Some Tales Are Best Left Untold

Lyzander’s trademark smirk returned to his face after taking his smoke pipe from where he had stashed it earlier. He flipped open the cache and checked inside, blue Fae Fire flickered and comfortingly illuminated his face. Slamming it closed, he inhaled deeply and started walking aimlessly.

Tilting his head back to exhale while continuing to stroll, he felt his overactive eyesight dull and his stiff body relax. He pulled up his sleeves and inspected the humiliating glyphs inscribed into his forearms. They glowed faintly in the twilight, brighter than the hovering lights appearing in step along the street ahead of him. His shoulders tensed before he repressed the rising anger and took another puff of his arcane pipe.

I should have known that first-mother was in on this, she’s been the most affected by my slow progress. If it wasn’t for my choice, she would already be seated among the high Women’s Council in the capital city, Asnana. I shouldn’t have expected any less, she’s renowned for her pettiness and vindictiveness, after all.

He suddenly stopped in the middle of a crossroads and glanced in each direction of the intersection. He suppressed his avoidance and looked down at the runes spitefully glowing back at him.

“What do I do next? The glow won’t fade until I satisfy the conditions with each bride. I can’t join the Woodfeller’s guild until I do, either. Fuck, I have to go back. Shit!” Lyzander cursed into the not-so-empty street.

A man escorting a woman glanced at his outburst with concern, relaxing only after seeing his ceremonial attire but nonetheless still hurrying along. The woman shot a sympathetic glance over her shoulder as they rounded the bend.

Lyzander danced his fingers over his pipe and took one last draft before tucking it back inside his tunic and turning around. He silently walked through the street back towards the town square, his body becoming increasingly excited with each step. He couldn’t fight the desire for his two brides, and despite his best efforts, lewd thoughts filled his head.

It’s not Daeliel and Merelith’s fault, they have as little say in what happens as I do. If I want someone to blame, it can only be myself for trying to delay the inevitable. If I hadn’t mother wouldn’t have publicly humiliated me. I will surrender myself to their embrace, I may as well get something out of this. At the least, these fucking beacons on my arm will hide away.

 

***

 

His feet followed his thoughts, the minutes passing quickly until arriving back at the town square in no time at all. The square was empty except for Daeliel and Merelith sitting alone on the podium. After years of torment, they were who knew his habits best and expected that he’d eventually return for them.

“Took your time, didn’t you darling? My older brother even had to wait with us but we made him stand away until you got here. Gryanth, you can go now,” Daelil drawled before instructing her brother in a firm tone.

Lyzander started as he finally noticed an extremely burly Halfling man that could pass as a cleanshaven Dwarf with a sleeveless shirt. His crossed arms put his incredibly muscular forearms on display, the marriage tattoos intentionally put on full display as a wordless reprimand to Lyzander. He stepped out from the shadows of the town bell frame he was leaning against and locked eyes with Lyzander. He maintained eye contact with Lyzander for an uncomfortable amount of time, his quiet simmering anger on full display.

When Gryanth was satisfied that Lyzander understood his silent threat, he courteously nodded to the girls, uncrossed his arms and left at a leisurely pace. Lyzander sneered with a snort of amusement, Gryanth had never dared lay a hand on him in the past. Even though Gryanth had the reputation for being a brawler, he intrinsically understood that Lyzander wasn’t easy prey.

Lyzander regularly beat fully grown Humans, Dwarves, and other races in fist-fights for coin in taverns. This wasn’t for any other reason than his uncanny ability to dodge while being able to quickly and identify opponent’s weaknesses. He also was uncommonly tall for their kind, leading to an instinctive respect. Instead, others would harass and mock his family and friends in the street until no one willingly associated with him anymore. Except for his new brides.

You are reading story Lyzänder: Tales of a Halfling Mage [A House of Worldly Delight Series] at novel35.com

They were never too far from sight whenever he was on vacation from the Arcane Academy, ambushing him at every turn. They chose him from a young age, starting when he started to become taller and more handsome than his peers. Their interest quickly turned to contempt as he avoided their attention as they matured into exceptionally beautiful young women.

As the years passed, they became increasingly vindictive and annoyed with his aloofness. It didn’t start immediately but eventually, everyone mocked him and treated him with hostility stemming from jealousy and envy. His treatment subconsciously spread from the youth to the adults, leading to his procrastination in advancing into adulthood.

Instead of making the situation better, his vocal scorn of the pair of beautiful maidens led to him being further ostracised as people defended them. That was when he came up with the genius plan of waiting them out, forcing them to take different husbands. It didn’t work as he had anticipated, he lost the war of attrition, and this was his final chance before being thrown out from the Arcane Academy.

Rumours spread like wildfire, once praised for his abilities, his poor performance became the shame of his family. Today was the childish result of pent-up resentment of everyone involved. Lyzander heavily sighed as his Fae Fire-addled brain perfectly understood the situation.

He watched Gryanth disappear in the distance before turning back to his wife-pair with a radiant smile.

“How do you want to do this, right here?” Lyzander asked, his wounded pride spurring on his unexpected proposition.

I want every fucker in this god-forsaken city to experience this. Hate me for trying to do you all a favour, I’ll give you all a reason to!

They blushed at his words but didn’t object, causing an impish grin to spread from ear to ear. He took that as consent and immediately began to undress without a hint of shyness considering it was also his first time. The girls looked at each other, sharing silent communication between them.

The pair simultaneously turned back to him, Daeliel seductively holding his gaze as she gestured for Merelith to speak. Merelith looked down at his impressive bulge straining against his trousers with undisguised excitement before speaking.

“Alright then, pretty boy. Have it your way,” Merelith agreed, the pair reached up in unison slipping their dresses from their shoulders. Standing with their intoxicating bodies on full display under the moonlight.

 

---

[Explicit content for Chapter 1.1 Moonlight Romp found at ]

---

---

 

You can find story with these keywords: Lyzänder: Tales of a Halfling Mage [A House of Worldly Delight Series], Read Lyzänder: Tales of a Halfling Mage [A House of Worldly Delight Series], Lyzänder: Tales of a Halfling Mage [A House of Worldly Delight Series] novel, Lyzänder: Tales of a Halfling Mage [A House of Worldly Delight Series] book, Lyzänder: Tales of a Halfling Mage [A House of Worldly Delight Series] story, Lyzänder: Tales of a Halfling Mage [A House of Worldly Delight Series] full, Lyzänder: Tales of a Halfling Mage [A House of Worldly Delight Series] Latest Chapter