5 comments/ 8121 views/ 10 favorites Bridge Ch. 01 By: FountainOfDreams A chime sounded from the circular blue receiver on Aerlin's desk. She was gazing out the open window across the ten mile expanse toward the southern wall of Bridge. The city straddled the Great Rift, a gash in the earth twenty miles from one side to the other which stretched beyond the horizon north and south. Bridge was the only way across the Rift and the only gateway between the Eastern and Western halves of the Realm. The city was a meeting place for every culture: elves, dwarves, elementals, goblins, beastmen, and humans from every corner of the Realm, all gathered here at the choke point between East and West. Aerlin had been wondering for the hundredth time what terrible power had made the Rift, and what awesome Will the Shapers had wrought to bridge the gap. She pulled herself away from her musings to gaze at the receiver. It chimed again, a pleasant but insistent tone, and she waved her hand, Willing it to activate. "Hello?" she said. "It's me," came the voice of Altena, the Mairie of Bridge, the highest executive and voice of the city council. Her voice was melodic, but as usual her tone was curt and to-the-point. "Altena," said Aerlin, letting a bit of want slip into her voice, just to tease the Mairie a bit. "I do so love when you call." "Spare me the pleasantries," said Altena. "I've got an urgent job for you. A very important client is in town, and I'm prepared to pay double your normal rate. Can you meet me at the Bell and Candle in an hour?" "Let me check my schedule," said Aerlin. She walked back over to the window, taking a deep breath of the afternoon breeze, smiling contentedly. She didn't have any clients booked for the rest of the week, and truthfully was thrilled at this opportunity, but Altena didn't need to know that. After a minute she said, "Very well, one hour." A low tone sounded, indicating that Altena had turned off her receiver on the other end. That's one way to end a conversation, thought Aerlin. But the Mairie's never been one for chatter. Sineo, her business partner, poked in his head from the other room. His amber eyes glinted with knowing humor, and his mouth curved up in a half-smirk. "Important job, huh?" He said. "Did she ask about me?" "If you were eavesdropping, you'd know that she didn't," replied Aerlin. A feigned hurt expression played across his handsome features. "Poor, wretched Sineo! I long only for your sweet lips, gentle Mairie. When will you stop denying your love for me?" Aerlin crossed the room and laid a hand on his right cheek, dusted by dark stubble, and looked deep into the eyes on either side of his angular nose. "Don't fret, Sineo. She'll come around. And either way, this looks like a nice payday for us. Maybe more to come, if we play our cards right." She tousled his wavy black hair playfully. "Now I need to go get ready." "Put in a good word for Sineo!" her partner called after her. "Let my dear Altena know that I am always hers to command." An hour later Aerlin walked between two immense white columns and into the front door of the Bell and Candle. It was the most luxurious and opulent hotel in Bridge, with a price tag to match, so the foyer was thronged by rich tourists and visiting nobles from across the Realm. She immediately recognized the three people she was here to meet standing at the far edge of the room, and she started walking towards them. Her brown hair was pulled up into an elaborate bun. She was wearing white gloves that reached near to her elbow and a purple sleeveless dress which came up to her neck in front but left most of her back revealed. The form-fitting garment hugged her generous breasts, drawing the eyes of the hotel's wealthy clientele. Aerlin allowed herself a confident smile. She had brought one of her favorite staves, a gold-plated oak rod with four concentric gold rings mounted at the top. In the center ring was a medallion which bore a rune meaning "Fulfillment." To her it had many meanings. She was resting the staff on one shoulder, and as she walked she rolled it back and forth, subtly Willing a mild charm field into existence around herself. She was confident in the sway of her own hips, but it couldn't hurt to be certain. As she approached the trio she could feel all eyes in the room on her including theirs. Altena stood in the middle, watching her intently yet impassively with cool blue eyes. The Mairie looked striking and handsome in her tailored uniform of office, black hair drawn back in a tight ponytail. If she felt the effects of the spell, she didn't show it. On Altena's right was the hotel's concierge, Pendelwort. The man was portly with graying hair, but still maintained an air of refinement. He was watching Aerlin unabashedly, no doubt wishing he was the client she was here to see. Aerlin didn't mind the old man's lecherous gaze; he was a nice old man, really, if a little bit greedy and a little bit perverted. On the Mairie's left was a man Aerlin didn't recognize, but from his regal bearing and aura of authority she knew him to be the client. The man had handsome yet severe features, with high cheekbones and windswept black hair. His golden yellow eyes were predatory, yet more inquisitive than cruel. He wore a red and yellow doublet, the Heggrian coat of arms stenciled on the left breast. There was something dangerous about him, but something intriguing as well. "Good," said Altena when Aerlin had drawn in close, giving a satisfied nod. "Aerlin, it is my pleasure to introduce His Royal Highness Prince Urien Torland, son of His Majesty King Rogar Torland, Lord and Protector of Hegg. Prince Urien, this is Aerlin, a wizard trained in the the halls of Maridel's great Academy. She is well versed in the history and culture of Bridge, and it will be her pleasure to show you around the city this evening." Aerlin smiled throughout the introduction, but beneath her calm appearance alarm bells had started to go off. What is Altena getting me into? A Prince of Hegg? Double the usual rate isn't half enough! He could have my head for a word spoken out of turn! But she fought down her urge to flee and extended a hand, saying "I am charmed to make His Royal Highness' acquaintance." "My lady," said Urien in a rich baritone. He took her hand a bowed slightly, bringing it to his mouth and kissing her gloved fingers lightly. "The pleasure is mine. And please, dispense with the formalities. In Hegg I am a prince, but in Bridge I am only Urien." The prince's courtesy caught Aerlin completely off guard. Hegg was renowned for its aggression and military might, and its nobles were typically direct and without manners. This prince was a different story. His visit is most unusual, thought Aerlin. And I'll bet it was unannounced, which explains why the Mairie summoned me on such short notice. Just what is going on here? Altena shot a warning glare at Aerlin, as if to say Bridge is my city, and in my city we do things properly. Aerlin chose her next words carefully. "I would feel crass addressing Your Highness with such familiarity. Perhaps 'Prince Urien' would suffice as a compromise?" Urien nodded agreeably, and Altena slowly let out the breath she'd been holding. Aerlin sent a seductive smile in the Mairie's direction, and couldn't resist ribbing the uptight woman just a bit. "Sineo sends his regards, Mairie. He wishes you to know that he is always yours to command." A flicker of uncertainty passed over Altena's face. The Mairie always seemed to balk uncomfortably at Sineo's advances-or Aerlin's, for that matter. Strange that someone who knew the value of their services and had no qualms about using them could appear so prudish. It was almost too easy to get Altena's goat, but that didn't make it any less fun. "Well, I'll leave the two of you to get acquainted," said the Mairie. "Come, Pendelwort, I have further matters to discuss with you." The concierge nodded, giving one last desiring glance at Aerlin before following Altena away. Aerlin turned her full attention to the Prince. He looked at her with polite interest, but his golden eyes met her own brown orbs without straying lower. The charm field appeared to have no affect on him whatsoever, so she let it drop, reasoning that he might have some warding talisman around his neck that was making her efforts pointless. Maybe Sineo would have been a better choice for this job, she mused. "What manner of entertainment would please you, Prince Urien?" asked Aerlin. "Every culture in the Realm gathers here in Bridge, and we have anything your heart might desire." "It's your city, madame wizard," replied the prince. "Show me something captivating." Interesting choice of words, thought Aerlin. "I know the perfect thing." The sun was setting when they left the Bell and Candle, casting a warm red glow over Bridge that filtered down into the Great Rift until it was lost in the blackness miles below. The summer night was warm, and it put Aerlin in a content and playful mood. She walked ahead of the prince so that he could watch the sway of her hips as her blue-slippered feet picked their way through the busy sidewalks. Horses and carriages still thronged the boulevards of Pomp Square, the lodging and entertainment district where the Bell and Candle was located, but they walked, as it wasn't far to their destination. At first Aerlin had been surprised that the prince would choose to accompany her without a guard of any kind, but then she noticed the black-garbed man following them at a discreet distance, no doubt an assassin who could be at Urien's side in a moment. Still, it was uncharacteristic of royalty to behave so nonchalant in public. Urien said little on the way to the theater, politely answering her questions about his trip from the west and his impressions of Bridge, but his responses were reserved. There was something withdrawn about the prince that made her fiendishly curious to learn more about him. Much more, she thought, thinking about those intense golden eyes. The theater she led them to was a squat, round building called Force Majeure which lacked the usual opulent design of buildings around Pomp Square. It was run by an enterprising pair of businessmen, one an elf from the Forest of Lirael and one an earth elemental from the underground cities in the Redstone Caverns far below Bridge. Strange that two representatives of notoriously insular cultures should befriend one another in Bridge, and stranger still that they would choose to be impresarios. Perhaps because of their unique backgrounds, the shows at Force Majeure were always unique and always spectacular. The doorman recognized Aerlin and admitted Urien and herself immediately. Aerlin had a business relationship with the proprietors of Force Majeure stretching back years, a network of favors owed so dense that they'd gotten to the point where they did things for one another no questions asked. Urien made a hand signal towards his shadow, who took the hint to stay outside. Aerlin was again impressed by Urien's lack of fear to be alone in public, but she suspected the doorman wouldn't hold back the shadow from entering the theater if a sudden danger arose. Inside an usher led them to a private box near the front, affording them an unparalleled view of the stage. Aerlin called for a bottle of red wine from the finest vineyard in southern Langelia. The waiter soon appeared and poured a glass for each of them. "To your health, Prince Urien, and to an enjoyable stay in our fair city." "And to you, Miss Aerlin," said Urien. "I trust that this night, which has been most pleasant so far, will only become more so as it continues." The touched glasses and drank. There it is again, thought Aerlin. He's a perfect gentleman, but he turns all talk of himself back towards me. The house lights dimmed and the curtain rose. The elven half of the impresario duo, Lothor, stepped out onto the stage and was met with polite applause. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, his voice booming across the crowd. "Tonight we bring you a new performance. To describe it would be to spoil the show you are about to see. I will say only that we hope to inspire you tonight with equal parts terror and awe." Lothor left the stage and the curtain went up, revealing a woman with long blond hair lit from above by a magic-fueled spotlight. The rest of the stage remained dark. She was dressed in a thin white dress, cut low to showcase the performer's impressive cleavage. Aerlin had been to many shows at Force Majeure, but she didn't recognize this woman at all. The orchestra began to play, first the bass drums and then the brass picking up a driving and foreboding tune. More lights came on, and two shirtless men appeared at either end of the stage. Their angular eyes and high cheekbones covered in bright red tattoos marked them as fire elementals. A light came on at the rear of the stage, revealing a large tank with a glass panel covering its front surface, showing that the inside of the tank was full of water. A short staircase led up from the stage to the open hatch on top of the tank. As the men approached the woman in the center, she made a show of trying to run away from them. She darted this way and that, like a rabbit fleeing a hungry dog, but no matter which way she went the fire elementals were there to block her way. They drove her back with gouts of flame spat from their mouths, eliciting gasps from the audience, until they had surrounded her in the center. The men produced two lengths of rope and laid hold of the woman, who struggled against them, thrusting out her chest and gasping with effort. The eroticism of the performance was having its intended effect on the audience members, who had all seemed to sit forward in their seats. Aerlin stole a glance at Urien, seated right beside her in the dim private booth, and noted with pleasure that he was watching intently. His wine glass was running low, so she refilled it. The men tied the woman's hands behind her back and bound her feet, though she continued to struggle. One of them picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder as she continued to strain. The music crescendoed as he carried her up the stairs to the tank and dropped her in. She thrashed around in the water, desperately flailing towards the top, but the elemental above her slammed the lid shut. It locked into place with a metallic clank, and the audience gasped. Aerlin herself was growing concerned at this point. She thought: What's going to happen now? They're not going to let her die, are they? Urien had leaned forward a bit, and she risked putting her hand on his own. He didn't take her hand, but he didn't push it aside, either. The woman continued to struggle against her bonds. Now that she was submerged in water, the thin white fabric of her dress clung to her body, revealing for all to see that she wore nothing underneath. Her pink nipples were visibly erect inside the tank, and her sex was shielded only by a blond tuft of hair. The elementals gathered in front of the tank and began to dance and sway in time to the music. In unison they summoned streams of flame and directed them towards the bottom of the metal tank. Bubbles began to rise as the water grew hotter. As the woman inside thrashed and strained against her bonds, Aerlin found herself getting hotter too. Almost without thinking about it she exhaled, Willing a charm field into being, this one a bit stronger than the one she'd used in the Bell and Candle. Urien spun his head to look into her eyes, and she could see naked desire there. He was breathing heavily, and entwined his fingers through her own. No talisman after all, she thought. They tore their eyes off of each other and looked back to the stage. The terror on the woman's face settled into a calm determination, and she began to writhe about with renewed purpose. She stretched and contorted her body until she could pass her bound hands under her feet and in front of her. A cheer went up from the crowd. In another moment the woman had slipped her bonds and reached down to free her feet as well. Then she turned her attention to the lid. A wheel on the bottom could open it from the inside, but it was locked. Panic appeared on her face when she realized the wheel wouldn't turn. The audience gasped again, a low murmur of fear passing through them. The water was near boiling now, and the orchestra music had become loud and climactic. The performer closed her eyes, looking ready to surrender to being drowned or boiled alive. A few tense moments later her eyes snapped open. She brought her palms together, pulled them towards her chest, and thrust them forward. A crack appeared in the front of the tank. She repeated the gesture, Willing the crack to grow larger. Water began to leak through, spilling onto the stage. She thrust her hands forward one last time and the crack split the front of the tank. Water cascaded onto the stage, where it swept up the elementals and pulled them through a long trap door that had opened at the front of the stage. The woman tumbled forward out of the tank, gasping for breath. Slowly she stood up to look at the audience. The music had stopped, and the crowd was deathly silent. The performer may as well have been naked the way her wet dress clung to her skin. Then she raised her hands and took a bow. The crowd erupted in applause. Aerlin looked at Urien, who was clutching her hand tightly. He looked back, the want in his eyes still apparent. Was this captivating enough for you? She thought. "Miss Aerlin," he said. "It seems Bridge is full of wonders. You have my profound thanks. I have not seen such a show in all my years living in the West." "There is much yet to see," replied Aerlin, her voice husky. I have him, she thought. The only question is whether we finish the wine. One bottle of fine red wine later, they arrived back at the Bell and Candle, both giddy from the performance and the alcohol. Urien led her straight to his rooms, waving his shadow off for the night. He'd been given the finest suite in the building, with a sitting room, a balcony, an immaculate bathroom with an enormous tub, and a well-furnished bedroom with a plush four-poster bed. As soon as the door shut behind them Urien came to her, kissing her intensely as his fingers twined through her brown hair and pulled strands loose from the bun. Aerlin kissed him back, and when his tongue pressed against her lips she opened her mouth acceptingly. Aerlin broke the kiss and stepped back, tossing her staff to the ground. She reached up and unfastened her dress at the neck, and it fell away, leaving her naked except for her slippers. Her breasts heaved up and down as she breathed heavily, heart thudding with excitement. She pulled the pin from her hair, allowing to the fall in a cascade down her back. Urien followed suit, quickly pulling off his boots and doublet, followed quickly by his undershirt and trousers. His arms and torso rippled with muscle, and his cock stood proudly erect, throbbing slightly with his arousal. I love my job, she thought. She walked over to him and fell to her knees before him, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. He let out a moan of pleasure. She grabbed his taut buttock with both hands and used a bit of Will to suppress her gag reflex so that she could deepthroat his impressive length. His cock slid down her throat and she held there, looking up as Urien gasped in pleasure and put his hands on either side of her head. "Aerlin," he said roughly. "I'm so close already. Slow down." She laughed around his length and pulled back, free her lips. His head was purple and glistening with her spit. "Don't worry. We have all night, and I have many things to show you. Now I just want to swallow Your Highness' royal seed, if thou deemest me worthy." She gave a wicked grin and swallowed his cock once more. He groaned as she took it all the way until her lips touched his trimmed tuft of black pubic hair. She reveled his his taste and scent. Aerlin pulled back almost all the way before moving her head forward again, swallowing his entire length down her throat once more. She repeated the motion four more times before he grabbed her head roughly and held it in place as he came, his seed pouring down her throat in a thick stream as he gasped and moaned roughly. She swallowed every drop. When he had spent himself he released her head, and she pulled back, a satisfied smiled on her wet lips. Bridge Ch. 01 "Gods above," said Urien, panting for breath. "That was amazing. We have wizards in Hegg, but to my knowledge they can't do things like that." "The Will takes many forms," said Aerlin. "It is a tool which bends to one's desire. Much like this." She grasped his cock, softening and extremely sensitive now, and he gasped. She planted a kiss on the end of it and laughed, releasing him. Aerlin stood and retrieved her staff, making a show of bending over so that he got a good view of her ample backside. "Follow me," she said, looking over her shoulder playfully. Aerlin walked into the bedroom, Urien close behind. She led him to the foot of the bed and turned around to face him, sitting on the end. His cock had wilted now, but he looked at her intently all the same, curious about what she had in store. Aerlin slipped her staff between her legs and closed her thighs around it, enjoying the way it felt pressed against her wet pussy. She started to pull it up and down, moaning as the staff rubbed her clitoris, and Willed a spell of rejuvenation towards Urien's cock. He gasped at the sudden flow of blood to his member, and Aerlin watched with satisfaction as it quickly inflated back to its erect state. It was just as hard as it had been before, perhaps, harder, and Aerlin Willed a charm field over both of them for good measure. Urien surged forward towards her. She set her staff beside her and spread her legs, using one hand to open the folds of her now very wet cunt for him. Aerlin expected him to throw her back on the bed and fuck her with wild abandon, but he surprised her by dropping to his knees in front of her and burying his face in her shaved pussy. He wrapped one arm around each of her legs and dragged his tongue roughly against her clitoris, sucking it into his mouth. Aerlin cried out at the unexpected pleasure and squeezed his head tight between her legs, one hand resting on his black waves of hair. The prince had an expert tongue, and he dragged the flat part of it up and down over her clit in rough, rapid motions. She had been worked up already, and in less than a minute she tensed up and cried out as every nerve in her body lit up with climax. The veins on her throat throbbed in her neck as she threw her head back in ecstasy, gasping for breath as her legs and thighs threatened to suffocate Urien. He continued to abuse her clit until she released her vice grip on his head and said, "Please, please, stop for just a moment." He pulled back and stood up, wiping her juices from his mouth, and then leaned in to kiss her heatedly. He thrust his tongue into her mouth suggestively, stabbing between her teeth in a steady rhythm-a gesture meant to excite her, which it did. She needed no rejuvenation spell to want more of him immediately, and she moaned with need into his mouth. Double my usual rate was too generous of Altena, she thought. At last Urien broke the kiss, leaving her gasping. He pulled at her shoulder, and she scooted up the bed until her head rested on the pillow. Urien moved over her, spreading her legs with his own, and guided his cock to her dripping sex. They locked eyes, his predatory golden orbs heavy with lust looking hungrily into her own, and he thrust forward, his engorged head parting her folds and sliding easily to the hilt inside her. They moaned together, and Urien began thrusting hard and fast, her ample breasts shaking with each movement. "Now Miss Aerlin," he said in husky baritone between thrusts, "Where would you like my seed this time?" "Shoot it deep in my cunt, Your Highness," she said in a breathy voice dripping with desire. "Press your royal head to the gate of my womb and fill it with your seed." She cried out at a particularly deep thrust that brushed her cervix. "As you wish," said Urien, and the pace of his thrusts increased. "The show tonight," Aerlin said as Urien strained above her. "It made me so horny for you, my prince. Did it make you horny as well? Did you long to rush on stage and fuck that woman in the see-through white dress? I wanted to fuck her too. Maybe we can go back there tomorrow night and we'll both tie her up and fuck her together. You can have her cunt while I sit on her face. Would that please Your Highness?" Urien gasped above her and leaned down suddenly to kiss her hard. When he pulled back he said "I'm very close." "Me too," said Aerlin, which only partially a lie. She was enjoying this, of course, but found it difficult to achieve orgasm purely from penetration. So she clenched one of her fists and Willed the air around her clit to squeeze and rub it. Aerlin moaned. As Urien's thrusts became less rhythmic and more insistent, she increased the pressure on her clit, her breathing becoming ragged from the dual stimulation. Urien cried out and thrust all the way inside her, holding his cock deep as he filled her with his seed. She cried out as well, timing her orgasm to match his, and she wrapped her legs around his back to hold him in place, every neuron in her brain bursting with pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck weakly before rolling off. They both lay panting in the afterglow for a minute. Aerlin scooted close to him so that she could place a hand on his chest and kiss his shoulder. He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close. "That was amazing," said Urien. "I've never met a wizard like you before." "There's no one like me," said Aerlin, flashing a wicked smile. "Where did you learn to do those things? Surely not at the Academy in Maridel." "You'd be surprised what bored and horny cadet wizards come up with in their spare time. One of the first things most students teach themselves is using the Will to enhance masturbation. Most don't take it much further than that, but I suppose I was just more creative than most. I had a lot of boyfriends at school, and we experimented a lot with using the Will to enhance sex. Over time, I got very good at it. Now it's what I do." She shrugged. There was more to the story, of course, but she wasn't willing to share everything just yet. Her journey from cadet wizard to magician-escort wasn't without its share of personal loss and emotional turmoil. "And does that include using your Will to charm the men you want to sleep with?" Urien looked down at her with one eyebrow raised, a piercing look in his eyes. "You could tell?" Aerlin asked, adopting a bashful expression. "I thought I sensed it when we first met, but it became obvious when you hit me with it at the theater. I wanted to tear your dress off and fuck you right there in the box." "What an indecorous thought, Prince Urien!" she said, mock reproachful. "You know, when we first met I wasn't sure you liked me. You were so polite, and you kept your eyes on my face." "I wasn't sure what to expect. When the Mairie told me she'd arranged for a 'sophisticated companion' to show me about town this evening, I wasn't sure if I should expect a tour guide or a prostitute. I wasn't sure what the Mairie was getting me into, so I resolved to maintain a neutral front. Clearly it didn't last." He looked into her eyes. "Is this what you do for Altena? Seduce her noble guests and make them feel welcome?" "Well, I don't have sex with all of them," said Aerlin. "Only the ones I want to. The Mairie hires me and my partner to make sure her guests enjoy themselves, which is something we're uniquely qualified to do. The sex is an added bonus for everyone." "But when the Mairie hired you today, she wanted you to fuck me, yes?" "I'm sure the thought had crossed her mind. But what you have to understand about me is that I like doing what I do. I like using my Will to bring pleasure to those around me. Getting to know a person and having sex with them are all part of the same process for me. I've greatly enjoyed getting to know you, my prince." Aerlin trailed her hand down his chest and gave his softened cock a playful squeeze. He sighed and tousled her hair. "Please call me Urien," he said. "Now that I've been inside you I think we've made it to first names." "Are you married, Urien?" said Aerlin. "Will your wife be cross with me for fucking you?" It was a calculated question. She wanted to learn as much as she could about Urien—after all, it wasn't every day a prince of Hegg visited Bridge—but she had to do it delicately, in as natural a way as possible. Playful, seductive questions were a disarming tool she thought appropriate now as they got to know one another. And no doubt Altena will grill me about what I've learned tomorrow. Urien chuckled. "You don't know much about Hegg, do you? I'm a prince, my dear, the youngest of three. I have two wives, and my older brothers each have three. My father has five, not to mention a harem of consorts. My wives don't care if I fuck the whole country and get bastards on all of them so long as I join them in bed once a month or so. Though speaking of bastards-I assume you have some way to Will that from happening?" "Of course," said Aerlin, smiling at his perceptiveness. "For someone like me, children would be very complicated. Watch." She placed one hand over her abdomen and closed her eyes. She squeezed Urien's hand and exhaled, willing his seed to become inert. When she opened her eyes again he was looking down at her curiously. "It's as simple as that," said Aerlin. "The Will only requires you to draw from your Well of Soul and concentrate on what you want to accomplish. The more creative you are, and the deeper your Well, the more you can actualize in the physical world. That's what they teach us as first years at the Academy, anyway." "So squeezing my hand, exhaling, putting your hand over your abdomen, those things aren't necessary?" "Not at all," said Aerlin. "It just helps me concentrate, like the performer tonight who put her hands together and thrust them forward when she Willed the tank to crack." "And your staff?" he asked. "Also inert. There are staves that enhance a wizard's ability, but mine, like most, is just a concentration aid. It also looks impressive." She shot him a naughty smirk. "Showmanship is important to a wizard, eh?" said Urien. "Staves are important to a wizard," Aerlin corrected. "Like this one." She gave his cock another squeeze. "You know, Urien, the fire in my loins is not yet sated. Would my prince oblige me once more with an erection?" "Is that even possible?" asked Urien, incredulous. "Twice in a row was amazing, but even with magic I'm not sure three times is going to happen." "It requires more effort on my part, but my Well of Will is deep." Aerlin sat up and moved to straddle his legs. She took several deep breaths and held her hands in the air above his cock, making a triangle with her thumbs and forefingers. She Willed a rejuvenation field around them both, eliciting a gasp from Urien. The blood flowed swiftly into his cock and he was soon rock hard again. Aerlin gave a satisfied smile, feeling her own exhaustion washed away by the spell. "See?" she said. "I think my prince still desire me as well." "Gods above," said Urien, his voice husky. "This time I'm going to bend you over and fuck you from behind." He moved to sit up, but Aerlin wasn't done. She Willed a spell of paralysis over his arms and legs, and Urien fell back to the bed, unable to move. A flash of fear passed over his golden eyes. "You fucked me last time, Urien," said Aerlin. "This time I'm going to fuck you. Oh, don't fret. I won't bite-unless you ask me to." Urien smiled in spite of himself. I should be paying Altena, thought Aerlin as she slid forward to straddle Urien's cock. She took it into her dripping sex in one motion, until her labia touched his pelvis. Aerlin purred contentedly at being filled once more, and Urien gave a strained grunt. The prince clearly enjoyed the sensation, but longed to grab Aerlin and have his way with her. She set a slow pace at first, rising almost all the way off with each stroke so that Urien could see every inch of his cock going in and out of her pussy. She steadied herself on the bed with one hand and used the other to play with her clit. With each downstroke she relaxed her muscles to accept his length, and with each upstroke she flexed them to squeeze down on his shaft, milking it. She was getting close to coming, but from the Urien's ragged breathing she could tell that he was as well. With a mischievous grin, Aerlin rose up off of him completely. "Devil woman!" gasped the prince, his voice rough and haggard. "You don't get to come yet," said Aerlin, reveling in the hungry, frenzied look in Urien's eyes. "First my pleasure, then yours." Aerlin moved up to straddle his head and lowered her pussy to his mouth. He got the hint immediately and started lapping at folds, his tongue finding her clitoris and attacking it mercilessly. Aerlin had been near the brink already, and it didn't take long for his ministrations to bring her to an explosive orgasm, her thighs squeezing his head as a million points of light flashed in her field of vision. When Aerlin came down from her peak she moved off of her face and leaned down to kiss him, enjoying the taste of her wetness on his lips. He kissed her back hungrily, his need apparent. Aerlin moved down his body to his throbbing, purple-headed cock and dragged her tongue up and down it a few times, causing him to gasp and strain against his invisible bonds. He was ready to explode. Aerlin moved further down the bed and got on her hands and knees, spreading her legs so that he could see her sopping cunt beneath her tight pink rosebud. "All right, my prince," said Aerlin. "Come and have your way with me." With an exhale she released his bonds. Urien let out an animalistic howl and was on her in an instant. He slammed his cock into her waiting cunt, grabbed her hips with both hands, and began fucking her savagely. She cried out with each thrust, the angle causing him to go as deep as possible each time. With what sense Aerlin had left she Willed the air around her throbbing clit to squeeze the engorged bundle of nerves. The stimulation combined with the rough pounding she was receiving soon brought her to an earth-shattering orgasm, and she collapsed forward as her arms gave out. The feeling of her inner walls spasming around his cock brought Urien to the edge as well. He thrust himself all inside her and blasted jet after jet of his seed inside her, more than he thought possible, until he was completely spent. Then he collapsed beside her, pulled her close in his arms, and they both fell asleep on top of the covers. Bridge Ch. 02 Author's note: Thanks for the positive feedback on chapter one! Please leave a comment or send me a message if you have a critique or suggestion. I love to hear from my readers. I'm going to try to stick to 6000-10000 word chapters keep updates manageable and regular; sorry if they're not long enough for you! ***** Aerlin awoke alone in Urien's bedchamber. Light was streaming in through the window, covering her face and pillow in an oblong finger of sun. At some point in the night they'd squirmed under the covers, but the prince's side of the sheets had been thrown back, his body nowhere in sight. She heard soft noises from the next room, though, that told her Urien was still close by. Aerlin rose, not bothering to cover her nudity, and retrieved her staff from where it had rolled onto the ground during the previous night's activities. She walked into the adjacent sitting room and saw Urien sitting in cushioned arm chair, bent over as he laced up his boots. He was otherwise fully clothed, and looked nearly ready to depart. I wonder if I can convince him to stay a while, she thought, and hugged her staff to her chest to it rested between her breasts suggestively. She recalled the night before, and how she was still a bit sore from the vigorous pounding he'd given her. "Good morning, my prince," she said. "I trust you slept well?" He looked up with an affectionate smile. "Rarely have I slept more soundly. My apologies-I meant not to wake you." Aerlin shrugged. "I'm an early riser. And besides, I felt bereft without your presence beside me." She crossed over to where he sat and ran a hand through his unruly black hair, looking longingly into his golden eyes. "Must you leave so soon?" Urien breathed in deeply before exhaling in a long, disappointed sigh. "Would that I could, but duty calls. I'm not in Bridge for pleasure, Aerlin." Aerlin pouted. "Pity," she said. "You haven't seen half the tricks I have to show you." The prince grinned back at her and grabbed her arm, pulling her down for a gentle kiss. "I may be free this evening," he said, stroking the side of her breast. His hand trailed down her side to her hips, snaking around to give her backside a squeeze. "I seem to recall some talk of seeking out the performer from last night and bending her to our will." "Hmm," she said, and looked up and left, pretending to be deep in thought. "I'll have to consult my schedule. You're not my only client, you know." Urien gave her ass a gentle swat. "I'll bet I'm the only prince, though." "The only one this week, at least," said Aerlin playfully. "I have work to do this morning as well, but I'll send you a note to let you know if I'm free or not this evening." "Very well," said Urien. He stood and walked over to her, pulled her into an embrace, and kissed her forcefully. "Stay here and freshen up as long as you like. I'm in Bridge for another week at least, so I've no doubt we'll meet again, if not tonight." "Till next time, then," said Aerlin. Urien nodded. Then he straightened his posture, and as he drew himself up his regal, princely mask settled over his high-cheekboned face, transforming him once more into the stiffly polite prince she'd met the day before. "I bid you good day, Miss Aerlin," he said. Then he turned on his heel and left. Aerlin watched the door for a few seconds after he'd closed it behind him, still feeling his austere presence lingering in the room. Let's just hope I'm free tonight, she thought. And let's just hope Altena's willing to keep paying me. Aerlin took liberal advantage of Urien's offer to stay and freshen up. She ordered a hot bath and enjoyed a long, scalding soak in water perfumed with jade and honeysuckle. Aerlin relaxed, thinking about the blonde-haired performer in the boiling tank of water and her night with Urien. It was too much to resist. She swirled one finger around and Willed the water in the tub into an insistent jet that she directed toward her clit, soon bringing herself to a draining climax as she pictured the prince fucking the performer. She dozed in the tub in the afterglow, letting the minutes tick idly by. She'd drawn deeply on her Well of Soul the night before, and the extra rest helped her replenish it. It was half an hour before she finally climbed out and got dressed. Urien's room was furnished with a large mirror, so Aerlin took her time pulling her long chestnut hair up into another elaborate bun, fixing it in place with a pin. When she was satisfied, she took a last look around the suite, hoping it wouldn't be the last time she saw the inside of it, and left. As she entered the foyer of the Bell and Candle, Pendlewort the concierge spied her from across the room and called her name. He rushed over, weaving his way between throngs of hotel patrons and staff. The rotund little man was surprisingly adroit for someone of his age and stature. Pendlewort reached her, breathless, and said, "A message for you, Miss Aerlin." He took a moment to catch his breath. "The Mairie requests that you meet her at the Council Hall as soon as you are able." Aerlin sighed. Altena wastes no time, as usual. "Did she say what it's about?" "No," said Pendlewort. "Only that you were to come immediately. Not one for polite banter, our Mairie, eh?" "No, she's certainly not," replied Aerlin. She left, sashaying away so the old man could get a nice, long look at her backside-her way of saying thanks for relaying the message. The Council Hall wasn't the largest or most opulent building in Bridge, but it stood out all the same. It was positioned almost precisely at the midway point between Bridge's eastern and western gates, and situated on an artificial stone summit against the northern wall. Bridge was around two thousand years old, and many buildings had come and gone in that time, but the Council Hall had stood as the center of government in Bridge for its entire history, even back in the undocumented early days when the great Shapers of antiquity constructed the colossal city over the Rift. Empires in the East and West rose and fell; men, elves, dwarves, and goblins made war on each other; the population of Bridge swelled in times of plenty and dwindled in times of want; but for two millennia the Council Hall had watched over Bridge like a great grey-stoned monolith. Its design was classical, with a high arched roof sloping down at either side. Lines of thick columns supported the roof, gray and weatherbeaten with age but still magnificent. The building itself wasn't particularly tall, but it sat atop a set of wide open air steps nearly as tall as the building itself, suggesting voluminous basement chambers beneath which penetrated into the deep tunnels burrowing through the stonework of the great bridge itself. Pomp Square was only a short distance from the cluster of administrative and civic buildings that surrounded the Council Hall like and audience before a stage, so Aerlin walked, enjoying the cool breeze of the summer morning. The half of bridge north of the great central Promenade was by and large much wealthier, cleaner, and safer than the thronging southern half, so Aerlin didn't feel at all ill at ease picking her way through its broad avenues. It's not like I couldn't defend myself anyway, she thought as she walked. I'm still a graduate of the Academy, after all. Aerlin soon reached the Council Hall and began climbing the long flight of steps to the summit, passing arbiters, secretaries, junior council members, and other functionaries on her way. At the top she paused to catch her breath before continuing inside, passing between the enormous brass double doors into the seat of Bridge's government. In the entry hall an enormous crimson banner bearing the stone-and-sun insignia of council hung from the ceiling, just above an enormous marble statue of Enuo, a Shaper believed to be responsible for Bridge's construction and, so the legends told, had a hand in creating the Rift itself in the War of Wills. Enuo had one hand raised, palm open. His mouth was open a crack, speaking a word of power, and his stone eyes glared forward confidently. His long hair was tousled and restless, as if tossed by an invisible wind. Handsome guy, thought Aerlin, as she often did. Too bad I wasn't alive back then. I'm sure he would have had a lot to teach me. Throngs of functionaries and undersecretaries milled about, seeing to the day-to-day functions of a civil servant. Their job was critical in Bridge. With representatives of every race and nation in the Realm gathered into their own districts and sub-societies within Bridge, there was no substantial majority of any one ethnic group. Bridge had, over two thousand years of existence, become the only true republic in the Realm, a place where the prosperity of the whole depended on the equality of the many. In less than a minute of people watching, Aerlin saw four air elementals, three elves, two green-skinned goblins, and a great, hulking, hairy beastman who shook the stones with his footfalls. Aerlin knew the way to the Mairie's office well. At the sides of the entry hall were dozens of doors leading to meeting rooms and offices. A large set of double doors at the back led into the Council Chamber. There was a staircase on either side of the hall that led up to the second floor, where Altena's office was located. Aerlin made her way there, enjoying the ancient feeling of the stone surrounding her, as if she could feel the energy from all the time and Will it had soaked up over two millennia radiating from the stone blocks themselves. When she reached the Mairie's chambers, there was a guard outside the door who admitted her immediately upon recognition She stepped through into the antechamber before Altena's inner sanctum. There Aerlin encountered Altena's secretary, an aging, severe woman called Noyn, who sat behind a desk of her own. She was the last, and most vexing, line of defense between Aerlin and the Mairie, and the old woman fixed Aerlin with an appraising gaze as she approached. "The Mairie is busy at the moment," said Noyn in a voice like a pen scratching over brittle parchment. "I can tell her you're here, but you'll have to wait outside." "Oh no, that's quite all right," said Aerlin, flashing a winning smile. "I'll just show myself in, Noyn, don't trouble yourself." This was a game the two of them played often; Noyn did her level best to stymie Aerlin's plans to barge into Altena's office, and Aerlin, who had the advantage of being a wizard, generally did whatever she pleased. "Now see here," said Noyn, starting to rise from her seat, but Aerlin waved her hand and willed the old woman's legs to go numb. Noyn collapsed back into her chair, and Aerlin gave her a slight bow and a wink before throwing open the door to the Mairie's office. Altena looked up from her massive desk and scowled at Aerlin, a sheaf of papers splayed before her. The room was large and stately, with windows lining one wall and the red stone-and-sunlight banner of Bridge hanging on the wall behind the desk. The windows faced south, and they afforded the Mairie a stunning view of Bridge, a dense city of varied architecture clustered in the ten mile space between the northern and southern walls. To the south Aerlin could see the Great Rift running in a seemingly endless route to the south, disappearing into the misty edge of the horizon. Two chairs sat on the opposite end of Altena's desk, but Aerlin ignored them, instead crossing to where the Marie sat. Aerlin brushed aside some papers and took a seat on the desk itself, steadying herself with her staff on the floor in front of her, and crossed her legs. Altena's scowl had turned volcanic, and her blue eyes narrowed to slits on either side of her sharp nose. She has no idea how cute she is when she's upset, thought Aerlin. "My dear Mairie," said Aerlin. "You summoned me?" Altena took a deep breath and closed her eyes, massaging her temple with one hand. "And as usual you've been very obliging." She reached into a drawer in her desk and withdrew several rolls of thick gold coins, which she put into a drawstring purse and handed to Aerlin. "Your payment for last night. How did it go with Prince Urien?" "The prince is very well-endowed, as it turns out, and required very little coaxing before he threw me onto his bed and-" "Enough," said Altena, holding up a hand. "Must I always be literal with you? I'm paying you well enough, you could at least be cooperative." Aerlin sighed. "Oh, you're no fun. But very well. The prince has urgent business in Bridge, so urgent that I could not waylay him this morning. He will be in Bridge at least another week. Urien is the youngest of three princes, and thus most suitable for sojourns beyond his country's borders, yet still an important royal who wouldn't be sent on some trivial assignment. He is used to being in control, yet more considerate than any Heggish noble I've ever met. He wears his coat of arms openly in the streets, yet keeps only a single guard who follows him at a distance. Based on this fact, and the haste of your summons yesterday, I surmise that he traveled to Bridge in secret. He is a most intriguing man." Altena nodded throughout the account, pursing her lips and steepling her hands on the desk before her. When Aerlin stopped talking she shot her a questing look. "That's all?" "You expected more? It was only our first night together, dear Mairie. I'm sure our Urien will have much more to give me tonight." "I'm sure that's true," said Altena, nodding. She either didn't pick up on the innuendo or was choosing to ignore it. "But I'm afraid you may not have time to see him. I have another job for you, and matters here may be getting very complicated very quickly." Aerlin raised an eyebrow. This is getting interesting, she thought. "Do tell." "You're correct that Prince Urien arrived unexpectedly yesterday. Bridge is but a single autonomous city-state, and we only control small parcels of land around the gates. We don't have the resources for a large spy network, so it's not surprising that we never received word of the prince's departure from Hegg. From what I've gathered, it appears that he was traveling as a commoner with a very small retinue, and only announced himself when he drew near the West Gate. The official reason he's given for his visit, confirmed by a sealed letter from King Rogar, is to make a state inspection of the various merchants and representatives of the Heggish crown here in Bridge." "But you suspect more," said Aerlin. "Of course," replied Altena. "Why else would he surprise us like this?" "What's he up to, then?" asked Aerlin. Altena shrugged. "That is unclear to me." "But you have a guess." Altena shook her head. "I assure you I am in the dark. But it grows more complicated: about a week before we learned of Prince Urien's visit, my agents in the East sent word that a traveling party had departed from Rondelac Castle. Bridge will soon be graced by royalty from Langelia as well: Prince Garin and his twin sister Princess Narya both make their way towards Bridge with a full contingent of retainers. We had a message last night that Prince Garin rides hard with an advance guard and should reach Bridge by tonight. His sister will join him in the next day or two." Aerlin whistled appreciatively. And she couldn't have told me about this sooner? "My, my. Any other important guests I should know about? Is the Air King descending from his cloudy citadel to pay homage to us as well?" "If he is, we wouldn't know it. I've no agents among the elementals, and that goes for the elves, goblins, dwarves, and beastmen as well. They could all be converging on Bridge and we'd be none the wiser. As it is, we'll have three royals in the city at once, which is more than we've ever had during my tenure as Mairie. My city guard is scrambling to increase security, but we've already seen an influx of tourists and merchants drawn here by the news. Crime will soon be on the way up, and my arbiters are overworked as it is. Not to mention the fact that we've been planning celebratory functions for a week expecting two Langelian nobles, and now we have to scramble to include a Heggish Prince in our calculations." She shook her head wearily and scratched her scalp covered in straight black hair pulled into a tight ponytail. Aerlin leaned back on the solid wooden desk and drummed her fingers thoughtfully. A sudden notion occurred to her: This is an opportunity. "You need me. You need more information." Altena gave a curt shake of her head. "No, what I need you to do is be there when we greet Prince Garin tonight and entertain him if he so desires it." "Hmm," said Aerlin. "But something's going on here, and you need to know what all these important people say and do over the next week. There's no one more capable of getting to the bottom of this than me, and you know it." She had Altena's attention now. The Mairie, still relatively young for someone in her position, was peering intently at Aerlin, her blue eyes fixated in a manner Aerlin would have found flattering under different circumstances. She thought about trying a charm field, but reasoned that it would only upset the Mairie. I might be able to retire after this week, but I have to choose my words carefully. Altena appreciates a direct approach. "I want an indefinite retainer until the royalty leaves. Double my normal rate, every day. Sineo too." Altena let out an exasperated sigh. "Must we involved that peacock?" "Not everyone is interested in my company, Mairie. Some prefer the male touch. Besides, you know that Sineo's really a sweetheart beneath that cocksure exterior, and he absolutely adores you." Altena scrunched up her forehead in concentration. "One and a quarter your normal rate, for you and Sineo both, for five days only. Anything more will be negotiated at a later time." "One and a half, for a week, starting today," countered Aerlin. "Done," said Altena. "Meet me at the East Gate at sundown. We'll talk more then." Altena waved a hand dismissively and looked back at her papers. Aerlin stood and stretched, thrusting her breasts out as far as she could, but the Mairie wasn't paying attention. One day I'll get you to drop that stiff exterior, thought Aerlin, turning on her heel to leave. Or maybe Sineo will. You can't be completely asexual. Aerlin waved to Noyn on the way out, barely remembering to release the old woman's legs with a snap before she left. Noyn stared daggers at her back as she left, but Aerlin was in too good a mood to care. It's not like she would have been stuck there all that long if I had forgot, thought Aerlin. Will doesn't last forever. Outside the Council Hall, the bright sun was still shining overhead, but a pleasant breeze ensured the day didn't get too hot. Aerlin smiled contentedly as she made her way back towards Pomp Square. She was in high spirits, considering the purse full of gold Altena had just given her and the promise of more to come. Her next stop this morning was Force Majeure, and she found herself getting very excited indeed about the possibilities that awaited her at the theater. Buoyed by a raft of happy thoughts, Aerlin walked briskly through the streets of northern Bridge, soon arriving at Force Majeure. The main doors were locked during the daytime, so Aerlin walked around to the side, locating the smaller entrance used by performers and staff. She let herself in, bidding a greeting to the burly set builder she found inside. The man, a Heggishman called Bront, recognized her immediately. Bridge Ch. 02 "Miss Aerlin!" he said brightly. "You're looking lovely today, as usual." "And you're as handsome as ever, Bront," Aerlin replied. "Are Lothor and Gandar around?" "Are those two ever not around?" said Bront with a chuckle. "I swear they live here, sleeping in the dressing rooms when the rest of us've gone home. Aye, they're on the stage with Reni and the firemen, discussing plans for tonight's show. It's a lovely show we're putting on now, Miss Aerlin. That Reni is something special." "Of that, I am well aware," said Aerlin. But now I know her name. Reni. How nice. "Thank you, Bront." "My pleasure," said the Heggishman. Aerlin could feel his gaze on her backside as she walked away, but she didn't mind. Aerlin made her way through the back hallways, soon arriving at the stage. She stepped out of the wings and found the two impresarios discussing the nuances of the escape act with Reni and the two fire elementals. Lothor was sitting in a chair, looking for all the world bored and disinterested as only an elf can, though Aerlin knew it was mostly for show. Gandar, the tall, broad-shouldered earth elemental, was explaining in his rumbling bass the best way to bind Reni's hands. "The knot you use is critical," said Gandar. "Too simple and there's no tension; too complicated and Reni could drown." "And I'd prefer that didn't happen," chimed in Reni. The young performer was dressed in a simple yellow dress with a high hemline and a low neckline; combined they showed off her long, shapely legs and abundant cleavage. Her long blond hair hung loosely behind her head, held back from her face by a thin copper circlet. From this close, Aerlin could see that Reni's eyes were a mix of brown and green, and her ears were slightly pointed on top, marking her as being of elvish descent. There was an elegance to her belied by her revealing attire and coy smile. I think I could really like this one, thought Aerlin. "I don't think anyone wants that to happen," said Aerlin, drawing attention to her presence. Gandar turned to look at her, a wide smile splitting his craggy face. "Well, well!" said the earthman. "Look what's turned up on my stage! Is this a social visit, Aerlin?" "Business, actually," said Aerlin. "Though perhaps some pleasure as well." She smiled suggestively and shot a glance at Reni. The performer didn't fail to notice, and looked back inquisitively. "Take a break, everyone," said Lothor, rising with a yawn. "We'll continue this riveting knot discussion in a bit." Reni and the firemen left the stage, and when they were out of earshot Gandar said, "A true gem, that Reni. She'll fill our seats for years if we can hold onto her. You would know, Aer—I hear you were in attendance last night with a Heggish prince." Aerlin nodded. "Actually, it's that girl I wanted to talk to you about. I'm very impressed with your Reni. How would you feel about letting me borrow her?" "We don't control the girl's social life," said Lothor. "But we do have a contract that requires her to be at rehearsals and performances. How much of her time do you propose to waste?" "That sort of depends," said Aerlin. "When she cracked the tank last night, was that her Will or something else?" "You mean, was it elf-magic?" said Lothor. "Considering she's only half-elvish, and raised in the cities of men, I think we can assume that she does not know the Songs of the Forest. The feat you saw her perform last night was pure human Will." "Was she trained in Maridel?" asked Aerlin. "No," answered Lothor. "Her mother was a wizard, I believe, and the daughter showed similar aptitude, though she lacks formal training." A sudden thought occurred to Aerlin. "How did you find her, Lothor? She's not yours, is she?" Lothor scoffed, waving his slender elvish hand dismissively. "Don't be ridiculous. She arrived in Bridge a month ago looking for work. We brought her on to help run the Will-lights, but she quickly proved to have other talents. This performance, which we're calling 'Boiling Point,' was her first headline, but I believe it won't be her last." Aerlin nodded. "This is what I want: let me talk to Reni. If she's amiable, I'd like to offer her a side job with me and Sineo. What do you say?" "Hmm," rumbled Gandar. "It's not like we don't owe you, Aer, but this is our star." His thoughtful frown turned into a grin. "I know: you can make it up to us. How long have we been telling you that you belong on stage?" Aerlin sighed. "Not this again. I've no charisma for the stage, Gandar." "A good director can mold any actor into a star, Aer," said Gandar. "In my loving care, you'll shine like a polished ruby." Aerlin shook her head in surrender. Altena and Urien had best appreciate the sacrifices I'm making for their happiness. "I don't know what you expect me to do that your performers can't do a hundred times better, but all right. I'll do one performance for you-if things work out with Reni." Gandar clapped his huge, solid palms together and let out a booming laugh. "Wonderful!" "Get on with it, then," said Lothor. "Use our sitting room if you like, but don't dawdle. Reni has a lot more rehearsal to get through before tonight's show." Aerlin nodded and headed off to find the women's dressing room. She'd spent so much time at Force Majeure, entertaining guests of the impresarios and occasionally helping with tricky sets requiring complex feats of Will, that she knew the passages intimately. She soon found the door she was looking for and didn't bother knocking before pushing it open. A group of female performers were gathered inside, laughing and chattering to one another. Many of them Aerlin recognized: acrobats, dancers, a few elementals, even a fetching she-goblin. At the moment, however, Reni was the only one she cared about. The blonde haired half-elf met Aerlin's gaze, and recognized the look of curiosity and desire there. "Excuse me, ladies," said Reni in a sweet, melodic voice. "I believe our guest has something to discuss with me." Aerlin nodded, smiling at the girl's perceptiveness. I definitely like this one, she thought. Wordlessly, Aerlin led Reni the impresarios' private sitting room, which they used to entertain important guests backstage. The smallish room had a single round table in the center and four cushioned chairs with high ladder backs. A plush red sofa sat against one wall. They walked inside, and Aerlin shut the door behind them. It had no lock, so Aerlin ran her hand over the handle, Willing it not to turn until she released it. She motioned for Reni to have a seat. Aerlin did the same, so that they were facing one another, and set her staff on the table between them. "Do you know who I am?" said Aerlin, leaning forward slightly. Reni nodded. "Lothor told me about you," she replied. "You're the. . . I don't know the proper term. Wizard-escort?" Aerlin laughed. "Close enough. I wanted to call myself a gynomancer, but my partner says it would never catch on. So you know what I do?" Reni nodded. "Tell me," said Aerlin. "You fuck important clients and use your Will to heighten the experience." The way Reni said "fuck" sent a thrill down Aerlin's spine. "Yes," said Aerlin. "And how do you think I use my Will on those clients?" Reni thought for a moment. "You seduce them with charm fields. You use the Will to enhance sensation, and to restore their stamina so they can go again." "Very good; those are the basics, anyway. You have some wizard training, I take it?" Reni nodded. "My mother taught me some things; I taught myself some other things, mostly from books. "We call people like you 'hedge wizards,'" said Aerlin. "Some use it as a pejorative, but I don't. I have great respect for self-taught wizards. My partner, Sineo, is one, if fact. Of course, hedge wizards often lack the subtlety of those trained at the Academy." She reached out one hand and touched her staff lightly, running her fingers up and down it suggestively. "I'd like to help you hone your skills-to teach you some of what I know. Would you like that?" Reni nodded. Her green-brown orbs met Aerlin's gaze, and there was clear want there. The lithe half-elf girl radiated sexiness, but with a controlled poise inherited from her Elvish blood that Aerlin found incredibly alluring. "Good," said Aerlin. "Seduction is a fine art. I saw your show last night. You know how to make someone desire you, but sometimes Will is required to ease a client's reservations. I want you to charm me." As if I wasn't enamored with you girl already. Reni raised her hands, palms forward, and took a few deep breaths. Suddenly Aerlin felt as if a bucket of hot water had been dumped over her head, and her heart started pounding. Blood rushed to her sex, and her nipples stood out against the fabric of her dress. She drew a sharp breath, squeezing her legs to steady herself, and had to resist the urge to dive across the table and kiss Reni passionately. "A bit too strong," said Aerlin in a husky voice. "But good. Try dialing it down a bit. In these matters, subtlety is called for. It's better if the client doesn't know he's being charmed." Reni nodded and took another breath. Aerlin felt the feeling subside a bit, and the urge to assault Reni's lips shrunk from an imperative to a fond desire. "Better," said Aerlin, though she was still breathing heavily. "Now let's try something else. The Will lets us provide stimulation when our hands and mouths are otherwise occupied. You've probably tried this on yourself, but now I want you to try it on me." Reni nodded. She kept her hands raised and breathed deeply. As the half-elf girl exhaled, Aerlin felt the air around her nipples contract tightly. She winced at the slight pain. Reni noticed her discomfort and adjusted her Will so that the air only brushed them lightly. "Good," said Aerlin. "Most clients like a bit of pain, but you have to gauge their reactions and adjust accordingly. Of course, it helps when you can see your targets clearly." Aerlin pushed her chair back and stood up. She undid the clasp at the neck of her purple dress and let it fall to the floor. Next came her gloves, which went on top of the pile. Reni looked at her heaving breasts and erect, light-brown nipples longingly before her gaze strayed lower to Aerlin's damp cunt. It would seem she likes girls, thought Aerlin. How lucky for me. Aerlin felt a sudden pressure in the air around her clitoris, which was already thrumming with excitement. Reni focused in on the nub, starting with light brushes. Gaining confidence, the girl increased the stimulation to rougher squeezing, responding to Aerlin's breathing and facial expressions. Aerlin felt herself becoming very worked up. "Keep doing that," said Aerlin roughly, the want in her voice thick. "You have wonderful natural instincts for this." Reni kept up her ministrations, creases of concentration forming on her forehead in a way Aerlin found unbelievably cute. She started to pant as the invisible fingers of air danced over her nipples and clit, rubbing and twisting with greater intensity as she move closer to her peak. The wizard leaned forward, steadying herself with her palms on the table, and groaned lewdly at a particularly rough stroke from Reni. A few more like that and Aerlin tensed up, every muscle contracting at once. Tremors ran through her body as her orgasm washed over her, and Reni Willed the air around her sex to clamp down on it tightly, continuing to rub her clit roughly until Aerlin panted, "Enough, enough." Reni stood up and leaned forward, putting one hand on either side of Aerlin's head and kissing her roughly, needily. The girl's lips were soft and pliant, and their tongues met, playing insistently over one another. Aerlin broke the kiss and breathlessly pulled away. "A good start," said Aerlin. She walked over to the couch and sat down, spreading her legs so that her slick cunt was in full view. "But I'm exhausted now," she said. "Perhaps you can help me with that." Reni nodded. "I think I know what you need." She moved one hand through the air in a figure eight, and a field of rejuvenating energy settled over Aerlin. She felt her strength returning, and the aching throb in her sex returned with full force. "Will is one thing," said Aerlin. "But your tongue and fingers are crucial as well. Tell me, are you as skillful with them as you are with your Will?" Reni allowed herself a wicked grin. She turned around and reached down to grab the hem of her dress, pulling it slowly over her head. Aerlin delighted in watching Reni's shapely ass appear, followed by the smooth, creamy skin of her back. The girl tossed the dress to the side and turned around seductively, showing Aerlin her ample breasts capped by hard pink nipples and the trim thatch of golden hair between her legs. The performer ran one finger from her hip up to her breast, tracing a circle around one nipple before bringing to her mouth and biting lightly. "Am I to your liking?" asked Reni, mock-coquettish. "Come here," said Aerlin, crooking one finger. Reni walked over and dropped to her knees before Aerlin. The girl placed one hand on each of the wizard's thighs and planted her mouth on Aerlin's clit. She sucked the bundle of nerves into her mouth and started licking it roughly, flicking up and down with the tip of her tongue. Aerlin groaned in pleasure and stroked the girl's blonde locks, still held in check by her circlet. The girl's tongue easily settled into an expert pattern that told Aerlin this was not her first time with another woman. A wicked thought occurred to Aerlin: she pictured Altena's head between her legs instead of Reni's, the Mairie's hair pulled back in her usual severe ponytail as she ate Aerlin's pussy with vigor. The thought sent a thrill through Aerlin, and she felt herself getting close. "Stop," commanded Aerlin. She pulled Reni's head away, drinking in the hungry and disappointed look on the girl's face, and stood. "I don't want to come just yet." She pulled Reni up for a passionate kiss, enjoying the savory taste of cunt on the girl's lips. She's doing so well. She deserves a reward. "Lie down," said Aerlin. Reni complied, reclining on the comfortable red sofa and panting with expectation of what was to come. Aerlin couldn't resist teasing her a bit. "Do you want more?" she asked, spreading her sex with her fingers. "Yes," hissed Reni. "I want you to sit on my face. I want to lick your cunt till you explode." "Very well," said Aerlin. The wizard carefully climbed on top of Reni, one leg on either side of her head, and lowered her dripping sex to the performer's mouth. Reni grabbed Aerlin's ass with both hands to hold her in place and resumed her efforts. Aerlin leaned forward so that her own mouth was above Reni's throbbing cunt, its musky scent intoxicating, and dove in, her tongue quickly finding Reni's clit. The girl moaned into Aerlin's pussy, redoubling her efforts. Aerlin used one hand to steady herself, and with the other she inserted a finger into Reni's dripping quim, which seemed to suck the digit in. She tastes divine. After a minute Aerlin pulled back, using one finger to maintain stimulation on Reni's clit. "A man and I were watching your show last night," said Aerlin. "An important man. Royalty. We loved seeing you on stage, naked beneath that sopping wet dress. He wanted to fuck you so badly, but he fucked me instead. I made him come three times last night. How would you like it if I brought him back here and we fucked you together? His cock is impressive, but I think you could take it. You know how to handle a huge cock, don't you?" Reni's answer was muffled by Aerlin's cunt on her mouth. Aerlin pinched one of her light brown nipples and Willed a construct of air into existence in her right hand. She compressed the air into a hard cylinder with a bulge on one end, invisible except for the distortions in the air around it which created the unmistakable outline of an erect cock. Aerlin leaned back down and twirled the head of the construct around Reni's wet nether lips. She groaned in confused pleasure as Aerlin pushed the construct inside her, impaling her on it. Aerlin had made it long and thick, but after a few shallow thrusts Reni's cunt relaxed enough to take the entire thing inside herself. Reni was licking Aerlin's cunt madly now, and she struggled to hold off just a bit longer, until she could bring the half-elf off first. Aerlin started fucking Reni hard with the construct while her tongue found the girl's clit once more. After barely a minute of this rough treatment Reni tensed up, her fingers digging into the globes of Aerlin's ass. The half-elf girl screamed into Aerlin's cunt as she came hard. Aerlin kept the pressure up, Willing rejuvenating energy into Reni's clit as she continued to flick her tongue over it hard and fast, drawing out the girl's shuddering climax as long as possible. She managed to keep it going for a full minute, and when she finally let up and withdrew the construct from Reni's sopping cunt, the girl had melted into a puddle of satisfaction on the sofa. Aerlin climbed off of Reni's head and turned around so that she straddled the girl's abdomen. Reni was panting to catch her breath, and Aerlin reached down to toy with the performer's breast with her left hand. With her right hand she trailed the construct down her own body, swirling it around her clit. "Fuck," said the near-senseless Reni, panting. "That was fantastic. You surprised me with the air construct." Aerlin leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on the spent girl's lips. "There is much more I can teach you. You have a knack for this business, you know. How would you like to be my apprentice?" "Gods above," heaved Reni. "When can I start?" Aerlin smiled and said nothing. Instead she leaned back, holding herself up with her left hand on Reni's leg while her right hand slipped the construct inside herself. Reni watched entranced while Aerlin masturbated above her, and the wizard had soon worked herself up to a fever pitch. Aerlin Willed a restorative field over Reni, delighting as the girl started panting with arousal once more despite the thundering climax she'd just had. When Aerlin felt like she might explode from arousal, she Willed the air to squeeze her clit hard, and she came immediately. Aerlin ground her sex on Reni's stomach as she shook with climax, leaving a trail of wetness on the half-elf's abdomen beneath her. When her orgasm subsided, Aerlin climbed off the prone girl and stood abruptly. She walked over to the small pile where her clothes lay and began dressing quickly. "You're going?" asked Reni. She had sat up on the couch, clearly still aroused, and her breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath. "But I'm still-why did you rejuvenate me only to leave?" Aerlin finished pulling on her clothes and retrieved her staff before walking back over to the half-elf girl. She leaned in and gave Reni a sultry kiss, biting her bottom lip gently. "This is another lesson," whispered Aerlin. "Sometimes our desires go unfulfilled. The only person you can truly count on is yourself." Reni got the message. She reach one hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit hard and fast. The look she was giving Aerlin was full of lusty passion, and it broke Aerlin's heart to walk away. I really, really like this one, she thought. Aerlin made herself stand and walk over to the door. "I'll be in touch," said the wizard over her shoulder. She trailed a finger over the knob, releasing it, and she could hear Reni panting with an approaching climax as she opened the door and stepped out.