The Sorceror and His Little Queen by Imouto Kitten

Chapter 2: The Ritual

Sometime later found me enjoying a meal with young Gabriella in the 
Dining Hall of my castle's keep. The large, circular room took up an 
entire floor of the tower, a dozen tall windows letting the light of the 
setting sun bathe the room in warm reds and oranges, enchanted 
tapestries depicting personifications of the constellations of the 
Zodiac decorating the black marble walls between the windows.

In the middle of the large room, at a round table, large but still far 
too small for such a grand Hall, I sit with the north facing window to 
my back, Gabriella to my left, the child having rejected to sit opposite 
me, instead insisting to sit as close as elbow room would allow as we 
enjoy a small feast of roast meats, fresh baked bread, and freshly 
picked fruits and vegetables, sweet, little Gabi's attention more on the 
tiny fairies that flit about on insectoid wings as they cater to our 
every need than on the food.

Not that I could blame her. Though tiny enough to fit in the palm of 
one's hand and having vocalizations unintelligible to human ears, the 
hundreds of little sprites that worked in concert as my castle staff 
were quite a sight to behold. Thanks to having free reign of my private 
gardens, the leaf tunics the males wore were far more verdant and with 
fewer signs of bug bites and other deterioration than if they had to 
forage leaves from the surrounding forest while avoiding becoming a 
hedgehog's or anteater's snack, and the petal dresses the females wore 
where every bit as colorful and varied as the flowers adorning the 
grounds of the castle. Not to mention, the tiny spirits where more than 
happy to entertain my young guest with their dancing and acrobatics.

As the Sun sinks below the sill of the window facing due west, a burst 
of flame shoots into the room, seemingly riding in on the last ray of 
sun for the dying day, before coalescing into a bird upon a woodern 
perch at the center of the table, it's crimson and golden plumage 
vibrant enough to put a peacock to shame and incandescent enough to 
replace the setting sun as the room's primary light source.

"How nice of you to join us, Aurora." I greet the phoenix with a polite 
nod of my head before turning to Gabi and introducing the firebird to my 
guest, "This is my familiar, Aurora the phoenix."

"Wow, she's even prettier than Blitz." replies the girl, kneeling in her 
chair in order to give her the reach needed to pet the bird, Aurora 
preening under the child's attentions instead of radiating heat that 
would burn anyone who insists on touching the bird, another sign that 
Gabriella is as pure as my purposes require.

After several minutes of admiring the majestic avian, Gabi clutches her 
stomach in discomfort, prompting me to ask, "Is everything okay, Gabi?"

Blushing nearly to match Aurora's breast, the child replies barely above 
a whisper, "I...I need a chamber pot."

I had expected this, having had the fairies spike her drink with a 
strong, but gentle purgitive that would ensure she expelled all of her 
bodily wastes prior to the ritual. "Very well, it is getting late 
anyways." I clap my hands, signaling seven fairies, all female and each 
adorned in a different color of flower petals, "Show young Gabi to the 
bath so she may relieve her bodily needs and get washed up. Then bring 
her to the antechamber of my private rooms.

As the seven sprites carry out their task, Aurora deciding to tag along 
with Gabriella, perching on the child's shoulder, I depart to make my 
own preparations.

After ensuring both my bed chamber and the antechamber that will serve 
as ritual room and preparation space respectively are setup as needed, I 
take a quick shower and dress in a simple, white linen robe before 
entering the antechamber carrying a stone basin and place it in the 
center of the small room, arranging the materials needed for the coming 
preparations around me.

As I'm placing the ingot of silver I purchased from Gabi's father that 
afternoon in the bottom of the basin, Gabi arrives, Aurora still perched 
on her shoulder, the flock of fairies departing as they deliver their 
charge.

"What you doing, Fritz?" asks Gabi as she sees me channeling my magic 
into the hunk of silver, causing it to coat the inside of the stone 
basin, forming a parabolic mirror.

"You said you wanted to help me make the world a better place?" I ask 
the child once I'm satisfied the basin is ready for the arcane phase of 
cleansing the sacrifice for the ritual.

"Yes, Fritz shouldn't have to hide from everyone the amazing things 
Fritz can do!" replies the child with youthful exuberance.

Smiling, I continue, "Well, there's a ritual we can perform this very 
night, but I need your help."

"I'd love to help, just tell me what I need to do!" replies Gabi.

"First, I need you to disrobe and sit in this basin." Though she blushes 
fiercely at this request, there is little hesitation as she discards the 
linen robe the fairies provided her, exposing her youthful curves in all 
their glory to me, probably the first time she's ever done so in front 
of a man other than her father as Aurora takes up a perch on a nearby 
wall sconce.

As she grips the sides of the basin and prepares to step in, I warn her, 
"Be careful, the silvered surface can be quite slick." which is actually 
a bit of an understatement, the surface nearly frictionless as my magic 
ensured the coating was perfectly smooth even down to the atomic scale.

As she sits with her legs crossed, I start filling the basin with white 
rosewater heated to body temperature, submerging the child about halfway 
between her navel and her nipples as she comments, "I just had a bath."

"Yes," I reply, "But the ritual requires that you be cleansed 
spiritually as well as bodily. May I touch you so I can properly clean 
you?"

"Why do you keep asking if you can touch me?" she asks even as the 
warmth and aroma of the rosewater relaxes her body.

"I did swear to your father I wouldn't let any man lay a finger upon you 
without your permission. I wouldn't be keeping my word very well if I 
let myself, a man, lay my fingers upon you without your permission."

Giggling at my explanation, she replies, "That's silly! You can touch me 
anytime, anywhere."

At her words, I channel my magic to my palms as I scoop up a handful of 
rosewater from either side of her before pouring it over her head and 
then lowering my hands to her scalp, patting down her short, curly hair 
before sliding my hands along her lithe form, pantomiming the act of 
scrubbing her with a washcloth.

I repeat this process seven times as I recite a chant in a long dead 
language before using magic to both dry Gabi and siphon away the water.

The cleansing done, I place a crown of a dozen white roses upon the 
child's head and drape a strand of 72 white rosebuds around her neck 
before beckoning her to, "Rise."

As she carefully stands in the empty basin, I wrap her in a white robe, 
this one made of silk and embroidered with the necessary ritual 
inscriptions, the designs nearly invisible as hair from Blitz's mane was 
used to stitch the pattern.

Preparations done, I sweep Gabi off her feet, carrying her like a 
bridegroom would his wife on their wedding night as I cross the 
threshold into my private bed chamber and lay her upon my bed.

Positioning myself over her, I tell her, "Just relax, your part in the 
ritual is mostly passive, but you'll know what to do when the time 
comes."

"Okay, Fritz." replies the child, her trust in me absolute as I hope 
what is about to happen doesn't shatter that trust.

Channeling my magic to my lips, I place a hand behind Gabi's head and 
gently tilt it forward so I can place a kiss upon her crown, right in 
the middle of the field of gold encircled by the roses.

"That tingles." comments the child as my magic flows into her.

Laying her head upon the pillow, I plant a secon kiss upon her forehead, 
right below the forward most of the roses comprising her circlet, 
eliciting a small tremor from her as a second jolt of my magic enters 
her.

The third kiss is upon her lips, and lasts longer, a larger amount of my 
magic pouring into her young body, her own laitent potential partially 
awakening in response.

When I pull away to let her breathe, the panting child comments, "Wow, 
that felt amazing, Fritz!"

"And we're just getting started." I reply as I open her robe, spreading 
it out under her and exposing her nubile body to me once more, the child 
too naive to try covering herself as I place my next kiss right over her 
heart, the throbbing organ increasing it's rhythm as it beats against my 
lips.

The fifth kiss is upon Gabi's tiny navel, the girl giggling as she's 
apparently quite ticklish there.

But it is the sixth kiss, this one planted firmly upon her virgin flower 
as I drape her slender legs over my shoulders, that produces the 
strongest reaction, the girl letting out a loud cry and trembling from 
head to foot as she gets her first taste of the pleasures of a woman.

Running my tongue over her maidenhead, knowing I can't spare her the 
pain to come entirely if the ritual is to work, but wanting to ensure 
she can get as much pleasure from the process as possible, I withdraw 
from her feminine folds just shy of granting the girl her first climax, 
lifting her rear off the robe beneath her just long enough to place a 
quick, seventh kiss at the base of her spine before undoing my own robe 
with a practiced movement, freeing my erect penis, my tool a bit on the 
small size for a grown man at barely a hand's width in length and not 
even as thick as the child's slender wrist, but still large enough I 
fear I'll spook sweet Gabi if I give her time to regain her senses from 
my earlier ministrations.

Lining my tip up with Gabi's tiny opening and letting up a silent prayer 
that she'll forgive me for what I'm about to do, I thrust my hips 
forward, a scream of pain ripping from the child's throat as my manhood 
pierces her maidenhead.

Now hilted in her depths, her passage nearly painful as it tries to 
strangle my member, I lean over her, cocooning her in my arms as I wipe 
away her tears and whisper reassuringly, "I'm sorry for causing you such 
pain. Just relax and it will pass soon enough.

As I lie there holding the girl I just mercilessly deflowered, I can 
feel her virgin blood seeping between my family jewels and her 
half-moons, dripping down to stain the white robe she's laying upon, 
magic flaring up around us as the unicorn hair draws the material 
evidence of sacrificing a child's purity to it, the ritual inscriptions 
soon quite visible as the once white hair now stands out crimson against 
the unmarred silk.

Feeling Gabi relax beneath me and hearing her sobs give way to quiet 
breathing, I slowly pull back experimentally, careful to avoid causing 
her any further pain as I glance down and use magical sight to examine 
our auras, Gabi's a brilliant sapphire blue mingled with spots of my own 
amethyst purple where I gave her magic infused kisses and where I took 
her virginity.

Sensing no further pain from her, I push back into Gabi, the child 
letting out a soft moan this time. I was now metaphorically one with 
this child I had chosen for the needs of this ritual but who I had grown 
fond of as I prepared for this day, and this ritual would make us one in 
a far more literal sense.

I start thrusting in earnest, pouring more of my magic into Gabi's tiny 
body every time I bottom out in her tight passage, the girl having 
regained her earlier exuberance, her mouth hanging open in a panting 
smile and her eyes full of adoration as I continue to overwhelm her with 
pleasure she didn't know possible mere hours earlier.

Between the influence of the ritual and her general lack of experience, 
young Gabi is the first to be consumed by orgasm, the experience all the 
stronger for it being the very first of her young life and me 
relentlessly continuing to thrust into her tiny body even as she 
trembles beneath me and the ritual inscription transfers from the robe 
to her skin, the magic adding sensations that are to pleasure as burns 
are to pain.

By the time I bring Gabi to her second climax of the evening, the magic 
of theritual has seeped so deeply into the girl the inscriptions are no 
longer visible on her skin, though the crimson inscriptions intwined 
with the blue of her own innate magic and the purple of the infusions I 
continue to give her are quite visible to mage sight.

As the Ritual enters it's final phase, I roll over, letting Gabi 
straddle my waist as her robe is discarded. I could finish the ritual 
myself, but letting her have agency, even if she's currently running 
purely on instinct will only strengthen the final bonding, and as I told 
her earlier, Gabi instinctually knows what to do as she starts bouncing 
enthusiastically upon my rod, her only thought to feel another climax 
like the two I've already given her.

And as her passage clamps down upon me in orgasm for the third time that 
evening, my own climax is finally released and I watch with mage sight 
as my seed erupts deep within Gabi, my tip pressed firmly against her 
cervix, her tiny womb soon bulging as I fill her completely, my seed 
churning deep within her innermost sanctum before parting like a pair of 
serpents, one heading for each of her ovaries.

As the magic allows my seed to permeate those life making orbs, 
fertilizing her every egg, ensuring that she will always be carrying my 
child unless she takes a contraceptive potion every month, I lean 
forward to capture her lips in a kiss, swallowing her moans while also 
drawing the excess of my magic back into myself.

As the ritual concludes, Gabi collapses against my chest and is soon 
asleep, exhausted from her first sexual experience, never mind that the 
ritual made it far more intense than it might have otherwise been.

Pulling my own robe around both of us to protect Gabi from the cold and 
running my hands through her golden lockes, I notice that the circlet of 
roses and necklace of rosebuds, originally white, have turned pink from 
the ritual and I think about the ramifications of what just happened. 
The ritual took advantage of the spiritual closeness of lovers in the 
act to merge the souls of the pair in a way that would cause neither 
spiritual harm. As a result, as long as at least one of us had a mortal 
body to house our soul, neither Gabi or myself could pass on from this 
plane of existence. Arguably the weakest form of false immortality, and 
one most truly dark wizards would deem more trouble than it's worth to 
achieve, but it was also one of the few means of creating a soul anchor 
that wasn't guaranteed to damn one's soul to the lower realms.

Besides, the true genius of theritual came in the combination of making 
Gabi my soulmate in the most literal sense and ensuring that I would be 
the father of all her potential children. Because of the ritual, little 
Gabi would retain her current youthful appearance, much of the energy 
that would normally go to growing her body taken by the lives that would 
grow within her, but the rest going to ensuring that our children's 
souls never truly separate from their mother's soul. Not only would this 
make every child we have an extra soul anchor for both of us, but we 
would act as soul anchors for our children and this linkage would not 
only ensure our children inherited as much magical potential as possible 
from their parents, but would allow anyone in our growing family to 
effortlessly draw on the power of the others.

Given enough time for our family to grow, Gabi and I could become the 
leaders of a magical dynasty of imortal mages strong enough to solve all 
the world's ills... and given how brightly Gabi's aura glows, I think 
I've found not only my little queen, but my first apprentice.

With that thought, I let sleep claim me as well, dreams of my future 
with sweet, little Gabi soon following.