The Wizard’s Gray Bear - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A large hand covered his lean chest, gently caressing it. Ruben, who had placed his legs widely open on Cedric’s shoulders, moved swiftly with a fierce expression. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each time his member drove in powerfully enough to bruise the flesh, Cedric unconsciously clutched his lower abdomen, emitting a sound as if he were crying out.

The dizzying, almost numbing sensation lingered as he blinked; tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes cascaded down his trembling body.

Ruben eagerly licked every drop of sweat and tear from Cedric. His dark blue eyes, nearly gray, roamed over Cedric’s reddened naked form, resting unabashedly on their exposed union for a long moment.

“Haa…! Ungh, mmph……”

Even the persistent gaze stirred his sensitive body further. Excited, Cedric shook his member and brought his other hand between his legs. Tracing the hole busy swallowing Ruben’s member with his fingertips, he looked into Ruben’s eyes, shimmering with desire.

A gentle climax passed, triggering a brief spasm inside. Cedric’s torso jerked convulsively as if electrocuted, and as the spasms subsided, Ruben, who had briefly slowed his thrust due to the tightening inside, suddenly drove forward again.

“Umph…! Ah, haa……! Aah…!”

Rude sounds escaped uncontrollably. Instead of covering his mouth, Cedric used his fingertips to hold open the stinging hole, panting.

The swollen folds of the hole turned inside out, revealing bright crimson flesh. Ruben licked his lips greedily like a starving beast, watching the delicate inner skin rub violently against his member.

“Hurry…! Fill me up inside… cum all inside me…!”

Words he had never once imagined speaking escaped freely from his lips. Ruben’s gaze finally shifted from their intimacy to Cedric’s flushed face.

The pleasure-softened face looked red and luscious like clouds at sunset.

Ruben’s broad chest heaved with heavy breaths as he growled fiercely, covering Cedric’s lips with his own. His savage tongue filled the small mouth as hot semen poured deeply into Cedric.

What if I melt away in this heat, leaving no trace behind?

Cedric thought as he lost consciousness before calming his pants.

A tear hung limply at the corner of his eye, sliding down softly, but the sweat-soaked blanket beneath left no mark beyond a round impression.

In the year 875 of the Central Continent calendar, early summer, at dawn.

A bright yellow streak cut through the deep blue darkness just before sunrise, piercing the earth.

It was a quiet lightning bolt awakening the blue dawn. Lightning from a clear, cloudless sky—no, perhaps a shooting star? As villagers awoke mumbling among themselves, the old log cabin struck by the unknown light flickered a small candle.

“What on earth is about to happen!”

Hurried footsteps crossed the room. The small flame atop the candlestick flickered precariously as the rush threatened to extinguish it.

The couple instantly opened the inner room door and cast their gaze to the bed. Fortunately, their child lay fast asleep.

“Cedric, are you alright? That lightning just now was definitely heading this way…”

“Oh.”

“This can’t be.”

The couple’s relief at their child’s safety quickly turned to shock. They extended the hand holding the candle to verify again and gasped, covering their mouths.

“His hair color…”

Unconscious astonishment escaped from their lips.

When the child had been laid to sleep, his hair was a dark brown, but now it was soft gold like a wheat field just before harvest.

That wondrous light descending, followed by the unbelievable physical change, perhaps pointed to “that.” The couple forced down the thought and gently shook the child’s shoulders.

“Cedric, Cedric, open your eyes.”

“Mm…”

The child stirred restlessly, unable to fully wake. A sacred vision had come to his dreams.

“Mother…”

“Yes, dear.”

“An angel came down. Did you see that beautiful figure?”

The child’s voice, hazy with sleep but full of awe, trembled with wonder. He recalled the beautiful vision in his dream, clasped his hands over his chest in prayer, and shed tears drop by drop.

“Mother, doesn’t it say if you see something too beautiful, your eyes will go blind?”

“Yes, my child. There is such a saying.”

“Maybe I saw something too beautiful.”

The golden hair clinging to his sweat-damp forehead was still there after many looks. The mother carefully brushed it back, nodding.

“Was that so? Must have been a good dream.”

“No, it was a little scary.”

“Scary?”

The child blinked slowly, still drowsy, gazing at his mother. When she finally looked into his eyes, she noticed another change she hadn’t realized.

“Mother, am I being punished?”

The child’s deep blue eyes shone like a river, but one eye was blackened and blind.

Not only had the iris changed color; since bravely gazing at the angel in his dream, his left eye had become completely blind.

“Oh, my child, don’t say such things.”

After the overwhelming moment passed and tension eased, the child began to sob softly. He sensed a irreversible, profound change in his fate.

The mother clasped his hand tightly, whispering gently as if singing a lullaby.

“The angel appearing before you means you have been granted a noble destiny. My child, the heavens intend to bless you.”

Though she spoke calmly to soothe him, her breath trembled.

Was this a blessing or a heavy burden?

For a mother who had lived her whole life relying on a small, humble home, it was beyond guesswork.

Yet the fact that a god had come to the child, that magic had awakened his soul, was undoubtedly a miraculous event.

The child whose fate might have ended quietly in that humble home was forever changed that night by the dazzling light fallen from the sky.

That was the record of the day the mage Cedric was born.

1. Mages Cannot Endure Foolishness

One dawn, Cedric suddenly awoke.

The blue light of dawn slipped softly through the small window of the cabin. The quiet sound of Ruben’s steady breathing and the breeze rustling the forest were like a gentle song awakening the new day.

Just as he had realized without anyone’s teaching that he had manifested as an Omega, Cedric quietly recognized that his very first heat cycle had passed.

His mind was clearer than ever before. The complex thoughts that had filled his mind completely vanished at once.

The anguish of a mage who rarely progresses to the next stage, worries about magic becoming mere tools, the shallow faith of young mages, and ominous disasters erupting across the continent…

Whoever serves the gods might share such concerns, but Cedric was particularly burdened, as if he alone had mastered magic. Whenever a disaster occurred anywhere in the kingdom, he felt it was his fault. He lamented not performing a greater miracle and felt guilty for failing to fully utilize the blessings he had been granted.

Among all these, the issue that troubled him most was his ‘capacity.’

Maybe this is his limit. Perhaps it is impossible to develop further. Maybe he had already reached his peak as a mage, and now only decline awaited.

Such thoughts tormented Cedric ceaselessly. Though confident, his goals were always set higher than his current self.

“…I must memorize the scriptures of magic.”

Without any distraction, the teaching of the scriptures appeared in his calm mind like a revelation.

Magic is the word of God bestowed upon humanity to imitate with permission. Even if one memorized the scriptures perfectly, without truly understanding the meaning and imagery, not a single sentence could be used.

Cedric, a mage of royal authority, could perform many miracles, but none reached the scale of the Primordial Scripture.

Yet now, the first sentence of the Primordial Scripture, which he had read countless times since childhood, arose in his mind:

‘The blue sky opened, and finally the eyes of God touched the earth.’

It was a noble passage proclaiming the end of the dark and wicked age and the beginning of divine grace to save life on earth.

The sun and moon rose in the dark sky, and light descended upon the land. The barren earth was blessed by flowing rivers, trembling with joy as it painted beautiful scenes.

The land where humans now casually settled was deeply soaked with God’s blessing, and mages were those who, having received grace, brought prosperity to the unblessed soil using their own blessed bodies.

In other words, like a watering can scattering water from a clear spring upon the earth.

Cedric instinctively realized he could now hold more magical power than before. Though he had left behind the magic stones and slimes he had painstakingly cultivated in the castle’s laboratory, today felt like a day he would not need such aids.