Incest/Taboo Spellbound

"I'm coming, don't worry grandma will be better I promise," Adam said, with determination. Knowing what he was going to do. The stone only produced the Elixir of Life once a day, when he would remove it from secret compartment he had created to keep the stone safe and as secret as he could. He has been bottling the Elixir whenever he felt it was safe to retrieve it from its hiding place. Where he also stored the bottles to keep out of the wrong hands. He had no idea what the Elixir would do given how no one in history has ever created the Philosopher's stone, or no ones ever recorded it. Then again, if they were like him, who knew the dangers and burden of being in possession of the stone, they wouldn't advertise it. Placing his crystal ball back into his pocket not seeing his master approaching him. Adam was taken by surprise as Holly kissed him out of nowhere. Then he felt the influx of magjols invading his body replenishing his own spent magic as her tongue rolled within his mouth.

"You needed it," Holly said, with an amused smirk at Adam's shocked expression. "It's the fastest way to restore your magic. Now you shouldn't keep them waiting," she said, backing away. "We'll continue this later when more pressing family matters aren't calling you away."

"Yes master, thank you for..."

"I too am a commoner as much as I've tried to change things for those like us, you know how the nobles are?" Holly asked, waving him off. "Now go, save your grandmother," she said, with a knowing smile. "Do be careful with that Elixir, it's a dangerous thing," Holly muttered aloud as she watched Adam race back towards his college. To those, or more precisely her, the creation of such a powerful magical item was a beacon to those, her, that was entuned to the flow of magjols. However, the technique has been lost among the population due to the last magic war where most of the magical texts were lost when the Verlyn army destroyed the Great Library of Gabreal. Yet the former Sages of their kingdom were wise enough to recreate the magical texts that were lost to the fires.

"Faster, must go faster," Adam growled as the wind howled in his ears. He wasn't about to allow his grandfather to do this alone, and he wasn't about to let his grandmother die either. He was not about to let down the two people who helped him deal with the loss of his father, and he wasn't about to let his grandfather suffer all alone. Jumping off his broom before it came to a complete stop, dashing into his dorm, closing and locking his door to keep the few who lived there from inadvertently walking in on him. His thumb ran along the glass as he stared at the bottle in his hand. Watching the clear liquid sloshing within it. Praying that it could save his grandmother.

Stuffing it and another in his bag, it wouldn't do if he was only saving his grandmother. If his planned work then both of them will be able to restart their lives, and hopefully this will give them a second chance to be parents all over again. Although that would require them to move from the city if what he thought what will happen happens when they consume the Elixir. Still, if he could give them another fifty years together it was worth it. Racing back outside, arching an eyebrow when it seemed to him his broom was slightly annoyed he had left it there. That was not what he's come to experience from his time having it in his possession. Pushing himself as he raced towards the city hoping he could make it in time.

Adam was breathing hard as he braced himself against the doorframe of the room the healers had placed her in. His heart was breaking as he noted how his grandfather was on the verge of tears knowing the very best thing in his life was slipping through his fingers. Noting how labored his grandmother's breathing was, how ashen she looked, he could feel the life slipping from her body.

"Adam," Frank whispered, rising from his seat when he finally noticed his grandson standing in the doorway. Seeing the sweat on his brow, how his chest was heaving, seeing the tiredness in his eyes wondering how hard he had pushed himself just to get here. Embracing Adam in a tight hug silently thanking him for being there with him, he didn't know if he could handle letting Elenore go if he was alone, he doubted he could do it even with Adam in the same room with him.

"I got here as fast as I could," Adam muttered low so the healers passing by wouldn't overhear their conversation.

"I'm glad you came, I know Elenore would be happy that we're here with her when she passes," Frank said, trying not to break down.

"I have a plan," Adam said, pulling away.

"What are you talking about?!" Frank asked, with a worried and curious look in his eyes when Adam cast a spell on Elenore's room door.

"I think I can save grandma, no, I know I can," Adam said, firmly. Wishing he had this Elixir when he was younger maybe then he could have saved his father. Since he couldn't he was going to save Jason's mother for his failure to protect his father. While it was noble, if totally inconsequential given that he was six at the time, still Adam felt like he owed it to his father.

"What?! Adam the healers have done everything that they could," Frank said, trying not to get his hopes up. He didn't know if his heart could take it.

"Have they?" Adam asked, accusingly. "Have they really done everything to save her, or have they allowed you to think that because we're commoners and don't deserve the best like they dole out to the nobility? Trust in me grandpa, I can save her if you let me," he said, in all seriousness.

Frank's eyes darted back and forth seeing the unwavering truth in Adam's eyes as he spoke those words. "I pray that you really mean that Adam, I don't know if this old heart of mine can take it if..."

"Have I ever lied to you grandpa?"

"No, you never have," Frank said, truthfully.

"Then believe in me," Adam spoke, the unconditional love he had for his grandparents shone brightly in his eyes.

"What do we need to do?" Frank asked, if Adam thought he could save his wife, then by all the Gods in the heavens he wasn't about to stand on the side lines any longer!

"We? Nothing, Grandma just needs to drink this," Adam said, pulling out the bottle from his bookbag. "You have to promise me you will never tell a soul on how she was healed."

"What is it?" Frank inquired, eyeing the clear liquid suspiciously.

"The Elixir of Life," Adam stated matter-of-factly.

"But... that can't be, you'd have to have the..." Frank's words died in his throat when Adam nodded. He was dumbfounded. Could his grandson have done the impossible? Could that really be the Elixir of the legends? "How?"

"I created it over a month ago, so I can't say what all the effects of the potion will be, but I know for certain it will save her."

"If this works, then I promise no one will ever find out from us about what you have," Frank said, making his pledge to his grandson. Watching Adam moving towards his grandmother's side, noting how carefully he lifted Elenore's head off the pillow so she could drink.

"Grandma, it's Adam," he said, watching her eyelids flutter yet remained closed. "I'm going to need you to drink all of this, okay? I promise it will make you feel better," Adam spoke in a soft, soothing, loving voice. Uncorking the bottle with his teeth, pressing the lip of the bottle against Elenore's lips. Seeing how she was trying to swallow it all at once only to slow down so she wouldn't choke on it. Backing away from the bed once she had drained the last drop. Nodding to his grandfather when he stepped beside him as they waited to see if anything happened. Adam had to hold Frank back when Elenore released a loud gasp, her back lifting off the bed before she fell back onto it. Frank squirmed in Adam's arms to get to his wife as she laid motionless on the bed, however, that all came to an end as a wave washed over her. Turning back the years, wrinkles began to fade, her skin grew youthful and healthy, her grey hair receded back to her natural midnight black that dominated her youth. Her breathing was regular and strong. Gone was the sickly look that had marred her face for years which now shone in the vibrance of youth.

"By the Gods!" Frank gasped never in all his years did he think anything like this was possible. Sure there were spells to keep one looking youthful yet that was all glamour only skin deep. It didn't turn back time like what he had just witnessed. Feeling the pressure of Adam's hold loosening on his body, he was about to go to Elenore's side until Adam took him by the arm.

"Here. You should drink this too. No sense in letting grandma be the only one," Adam said, holding out the other bottle to his grandfather.

"Why me? I know how precious that is, how much you could sell that for. You could be set for life. Why give it to this old man?"

"Because after Dad was killed, you two have been the only people in this world I could truly trust and rely on. You did everything in your power to make me feel like I wasn't alone when I know you two were hurting just as much as I was. So I thought what better way to repay your love, than to give the two of you a second chance. To start all over again, to have another child to love like I know how much you cared for Dad..."

"Frank?" Elenore's voice was harsh and horse from the burning sensation of her throat. "What's..." Her eyes shot wide open at the sound of her voice, a sound she hasn't heard in a very long time. Her eyes darted to her hair as it was feathered out beside her, down to her hands, who's fingers had been crooked from arthritis, then she felt how strong her heart, her breathing, her whole entire being was. Gone were the aches and pains that come with old age. "Oh, my Gods!" Elenore exclaimed in shock when she stared into her shirt only to be met with youthful, firm breasts that had lost their battle with gravity some twenty years ago. "What in the Sam Hill is going on here?!" Her blue eyes followed her husband as he walked towards the chair beside her bed. Watching how he uncorked a strange bottle and downed its contents. "Young man, you better explain what is happening right this second or so help me!" A little taken aback by that wide smile on her grandson's face.

"This is my gift to the two of you. You've been cured and well you can see you've grown younger," Adam stated walking around her bed to the other chair. "Watch," he nodded towards his grandfather. Noting how Elenore's eyes widening in surprise as she watched her husband returning to his youth right before her eyes.

"How can this be?" Elenore asked, looking over at her grandchild. "No, surely not!" she gasped when Adam told her everything.

"I did."

"But why?"

"Because I love you," Adam said, thinking that was the best reason to save the two most important people in his life. "Plus, this way the two of you can start over again and raise another child. I know it will never make up for the loss of Dad, but I hope it will fill the hole I know his death has created in your hearts," he said, in a loving tone as his hand rested over his grandmother's.

"Oh, honey," Elenore said, tears began to form in her eyes. "You know we love you too. Come here," she said, holding out her arms to Adam. "Thank you for saving my life Adam. If Jason was still alive I know he would be so proud of you," Elenore said softly, gently rubbing his back as her cheek rested on his right shoulder.

"Damn, that thing has a kick to it," Frank groaned as he came to.

"Well, hello handsome," Elenore said, with a sultry look in her eyes. "Come give your wife a kiss," she said, puckering her lush, youthful lips at her husband.

"Oh, with pleasure," Frank said, with a wide grin. Feeling energy and strength surging through his body. A feeling he thought he would never experience again as he slid onto the bed and passionately kissed his wife. "I thought I was going to lose you," he whispered pressing his forehead against hers.

"Shh, I'm not going anywhere, not ever, not unless you're with me," Elenore said, with a love that hasn't faltered, waned, or died out in their fifty years of marriage.

"Get a room you two," Adam teased.

"We have one, yet someone is in the room with us," Elenore shot back with a smirk.

"Ew!" Adam belted out a laugh when they both rolled their eyes at him.

"So what are we going to do honey? We can't go home, not like this, it will raise too many questions," Elenore asked, knowing that was the truth. A person doesn't just age backwards fifty years in a day.

"I don't..."

"You have to move out of the city to a place no one knows you," Adam cut in.

"Adam moving takes money, and everything we had was spent on Elenore's treatments. That's why your presents have been light for the past few years," Frank stated factually.

"I know, why I never made a big fuss about it. Plus it came from the two of you so I didn't care if I got a hundred or just one. It was the heart you put into it that mattered. As for the money, well, you just let me handle that," Adam said, rising from his seat. Seeing their perplexed looks when he placed his hands on their foreheads and muttered a spell. "There that should get you past the healers without them freaking out," he said, once the glamour spell took hold on their bodies making an outsider believe they were just an elderly couple until they could get out of the city. "It will only last a few days, so we need to be quick," Adam said, pulling out his coin purse that contained a thousand gold pieces and lying it in his grandfather's hand so they could pay off the healers and leave town debt free.

"Adam, we can't take this?!" Frank stated once he peered into the purse.

"You can and you will," Adam said, firmly. "Now you get Grandma home, while I go fetch you enough money to set up in a new town."

"Adam, what about you? If we leave here what will you do?" Elenore asked, not eager to be parted from her grandson.

"Finish my training, school, hunt the people responsible for my father's death, and attend court with my master, and visiting my family when I have time," Adam said, as he slipped his hand into Elenore's.

"You be careful you hear me? Just because you're going to become the Sage does not mean you can do what you want and the nobles won't take up arms over it. As powerful as the Sage is, even you cannot fight an army alone," Elenore said, in a stern, loving grandmotherly voice.

"I know, but I have to try."

"So long as you don't get yourself killed, we'll back you," Frank said, in an approving voice. "Now we best get moving before the healers wonder why they can't get into this room."

While his grandparents walked out the front of the healing center, Adam snuck out the rear to keep anyone guessing that he had a hand in his grandmother's recovery. Bringing his fingers to his lips and whistling for his broom. Taking to the air and heading towards the noble ring of the city where the wizard bank, which catered to the nobility, was located. Who's bank vaults were the best in the country who never has had a break-in given the vast spells they had layered upon each vault. That's the only reason he was using such a place. To safeguard his imperfect stones along with the vast gold he had stored in his own vault. He was going to make sure his grandparents had enough to start a very comfortable life in a new city.

Amanda was walking along doing her daily window shopping. The bag of a very well-known store swung from her elbow as her hips swayed. Her mind flashing back to the day before still feeling her mound throbbing after the fucking her son had given her. What she had told her son was true, she couldn't even feel her husband later that night when she had to lay there and fake her moans as Edward pumped his small cock into her. The only way she was able to cum without faking it was imaging it was her son plowing her to sweet bliss. Stopping in her tracks when she stared in shock at how her son came flying down on his broom in front of a bank she knew you have to have a few million gold just to have an account there. She just stared in awe as Adam just walked in like he belonged there. Quickly following after her son, catching sight of Adam as the gnomes that ran the bank led Adam towards the vaults. They were the only ones the nobles and royalty trusted around their money, given how gnomes weren't corruptible like their human counterparts.

Speaking with one of the many gnomes that was working behind the desk. Following after her escort, down the walkway towards hers and Edward's vault. Again, she was surprised that Adam was taken to the more secure part of the bank that not even she could enter. Wondering what her son had stored in that part of it that would require such security measures.

"You're vault Mrs. Mortanhouse," her gnome escort said after opening Mortanhouse's family vault.

A greedy smile formed on her lips at the amount of gold that greeted her. Taking a few coins to make her escort think she was there to refill her coin purse. Quickly hiding as she heard her son's voice speaking to the gnome and the sound of coins clinking together as they passed. What she couldn't understand was why it sounded like a rather large amount of coins as they jingled. Waiting on her son to get a few steps ahead of her before she slipped out of the vault knowing that her gnome escort would lock up her family's vault without taking one coin from it. Amanda peered around the corner watching the gnome that stood in front of her son as he signed out whatever was in those bulging bags that sat on the counter.

"Please, if you would Mr. Bordun, if you would sign here stating that you've withdrawn twenty thousand gold pieces from your personal vault," the gnome stated.

Amanda couldn't believe her ears when her hand covered her mouth to keep her gasp of shock from alerting her son. "Twenty thousand fucking gold pieces! What in the world does Adam need that much money for?!" Amanda asked herself as she watched her son sign the ledger. "Where the hell did he get that kind of money?" she inquired as she watched her son stuffing the bulging coin purses into his bookbag. She knew it wasn't for his college payment given how that wasn't due for another month. She knew this because Jill's and Edward Jr's payments were due then given how they both were accepted. So what was that huge withdrawal for if it wasn't for his college? Hurrying along to keep her son in her sight only to see his broom flying into his hand. Hating how she didn't take the car knowing she wouldn't be able to follow after Adam once he took to the air, and her broom skills were very, very rusty. "Whatever you're up to, I'll find out," Amanda said, knowing since she couldn't access where his vault is then she had to learn how her son had such access to that type of money. Watching as Adam took off towards the commoner section of the city. "Now what exactly are you going to do down there with that kind of money?" she inquired aloud knowing he could buy two whole blocks down there with that kind of money.

Adam came swooping down and hopping off his broom in front of his grandparents' home. Tilting his head when his broom walked on its bristles towards his home. Wondering what in the world his father did to that broom that it appeared to him the thing had its own personality. From what his grandparents told him his father was rather... strange when he was learning to control his magic. Pondering just what his father was dabbling in, in his youth. Stopping in his tracks when he heard something that made his face beet red.

"Oh Frank! Right there! Give it to me!" Elenore's wail could be heard through the walls.

"Elenore!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck your wife! Fuck me hard!" Adam simply shook his head, he should have know they would be at it. They do have years to catch up on. "Cum in me Frank! Adam will be here any minute." He wondered if they were always this loud. He would never get the sound of his grandfather cumming out of his mind, ever! Taking a seat on the porch giving them a few minutes to clean themselves up and get dressed before he knocked on the door.

"Hello, honey," Elenore said, wondering how long he's been out there. Feeling her cheeks heat pondering if he heard what they were doing.

"Hey, Grandma, glad to see you up and about," Adam said, with a warm smile getting up from his seat. "Although in your new home I'd invest in some sound proofing," he teased as he hugged her.

"Oh my... you weren't..."

"I was, you two crazy kids just can't keep your hands to yourselves," Adam joked repeating the words his grandfather had spoken to him when Frank caught him fooling around with the girl down the street from them. Seeing his grandfather stop in his tracks as his white tank top slid down his chest. Watching how his grandfather looked away when he heard those words.

"Can't be helped, Adam, I just can't keep my hands off of Frank," Elenore said, walking past Adam. "You're the one who gave us this chance, don't you tease us because we're catching up on the years we've missed out on," she uttered sliding her arm around Frank's waist. Passionately kissing her husband and silently thanking her grandson for given her this. To be able to touch her husband, to kiss him once again, to experience life with him again instead of making him watch as she withered on her death bed. Peering out the corner of his eye as Adam walked towards their dining room table.

"What's in the bag Adam?" Frank asked, once his mind began to work again due to that fantastic kiss.

"The start of you're new life," Adam stated as he began to place the bags of gold on the table.

Frank had to catch Elenore as she fainted when she laid eyes on the amount of gold that was before her. Never before, in all their years, have they ever seen that much gold; in their lives, in fact, no commoner has given how they were relegated to only being paid in copper coins which in turn would change to silver if you worked for a year. Hence why the nobles were so eager to keep the commoners down to keep them dependent on producing the goods the nobles rely on.

"Just how much is that?" Frank stammered trying to get his tongue to work.

"Twenty thousand," Adam stated matter-of-factly.

"T-t-twenty thousand?!" Frank muttered in astonishment.

"Like I said, this will give you a new start," Adam said, closing his bag.

"But... that's enough to do so ten times over?!"

"I know, it's my turn to take care of the two of you," Adam said, slinging his bag over his shoulder. Noting how his grandmother was coming to in Frank's arms.

"Adam, you're being too generous with your money, we simply can't take this. A thousand gold will be enough just to set in a nice, lovely home with everything in between. But twenty... it seems like it's a dream," Elenore said, her eyes running over the four bags of gold.

"From what I heard, you'll be needing every cent," Adam said, with a knowing grin.

"Honey, you know that dream of yours you've always wanted to fulfill but we never could given how it would take the Gods moving the heavens to see it become a reality?" Frank asked, resting his left arm along his wife's shoulders.

"Yes... oh my Gods, you aren't thinking?!"

"Why not? You stood beside me while I lived mine, our boy has given us a new lease on life, I say its high time you lived out your dream and I'll support you just like you did with me," Frank said, with a loving smile on his lips as he looked at her. "After all, Adam has given us the means to do so, so I think the Gods have indeed moved the heavens just to see that smile of yours." Loving how those cheeks of hers lit up like the stars in the night sky.

"You sure honey, I know how you didn't like working in that shop," Elenore said, knowing he only did so, so that they would have the money for her treatments.

"No, the shop was fine, it was the owner that was an insufferable ass. Yet, I did it, just so I could spend another day in your arms, and I always will do so," Frank stated conveying the love for his wife that had transcended decades.

"Oh, Frank," Elenore cooed, swooning in his arms. "I love you, too," she whispered placing a loving, sweet kiss on her husband's lips. "I promise I'll not to work you too hard," Elenore said, with a mischievous grin allowing her innuendo to hang in the air.

"I might like that," Frank shot back matching his wife's grin. Turning their heads when Adam cleared his throat.

"Young man, I know for certain you aren't a little kid anymore so stop being embarrassed," Elenore teased. "It's not my fault this big 'o lug sets my heart on fire," she uttered in a light tone as she patted Frank's chest. Feeling the muscles of his youth beneath her touch. Muscles she couldn't to explore all over again.

"I know, I just wish you know who would have loved Dad just like I see when I'm here," Adam said, a little sad.
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