6 comments/ 17232 views/ 3 favorites Othsmeet Ch. 01 By: abekast It was midnight, and if the city slept it was certainly having restless dreams. In the darkness of the upper-class districts, adulterers and smugglers slipped along the edges of shadowed streets, unseen. In the markets, beggars and rats still cleaned the day's offcasts. And in the Pickaxe district, well... Upstanding citizens didn't have anything to do with the Pickaxe district— locals would attest that the name refers to a weapon of choice. Also known as "the shady side of town", it was ironically the most illuminated at such hours as these. Drunken miners careered down streets where taverns and brothels spilled light and noise into the night. In the shadowy lee of one such, there was a small shower of silver sparks. It illuminated a young, handsome face for an instant, and the cigar he was lighting. Then all was dark again. The face belonged to Jasha Sill, and had it been seen by the wrong people, he would have been summarily blasted from existence. He'd grown up on these same streets as a pickpocket and worse. It was a career that he had excelled in for plenty of reasons, but chief among them was the fact that he was a wizard by birth. When he'd eventually been caught, he'd been saved from the gallows by The Learned, those old farts who lived in their big marble dome and frowned over books. They'd wanted to teach him, to study him. He'd wanted to live. So he'd patiently shown them some of his more nefarious tricks, and they'd taught him useless clap-trap. His real area of study had been in breaking out of magical prisons. He turned out to be a more than capable student. The problem with it all was that they had him under Geas. If he was not under their roof at dawn and dusk, he would die. So, with escape ruled out, his forays could only be excursions of pleasure. Tonight, he had only one aim: Fucking. Unlike those other morally castrated cantrip-hurlers, a protection against certain diseases was one of the first things Jasha had ever discovered. Aided by a hearty repertoire of charms, he'd taken the city's women by storm. And while that was all well and good (very good, in some cases), it wasn't why he was skulking in alley-shadows now. Or, in a way, it was. There was no skill, no excitement left in laying down a few well-chosen spells and having a senator's daughter ravish you. He'd found a new game. Like a great swordsman duelling left-handed, he'd taken to seducing women without actually charming them. He waited here now, while a whore who called herself Emerald finished up inside. She's probably on her knees right now he mused to himself, her pretty face shoved into a pillow, those silky hips gripped by some filthy labourer's rough hands. He's probably drunk, plugging away at her with no more thought than he would— His thoughts cut off as she appeared at the mouth of the alley, striding quickly past. "Hey!" He called. She startled. He tossed his cigar aside and sauntered out into the half-light, where she would be able to dimly see him. "Where are you going, pretty lady?" He asked. The fear in her eyes was turning to scorn. "Home," she replied curtly. "Would you like me to come? I've heard the streets here are very dangerous." She snorted a laugh and jerked a thumb behind her. "There's plenty of girls in there. Have fun," She said, and began to walk away. "But they are not you." She hesitated and slowed, and he took his chance to walk up to her. He was as well-dressed as he could afford to be without inviting a pickaxe in the back. He knew he was good-looking enough, and he'd taken care with his hair and scent. He lowered his head humbly, saying:"Let me take you home." There was a moment's stillness, then she sneered. "Ten gold pieces," she said harshly. That was a fortune in these parts. "If I wanted to buy your sex, I would have come earlier. I want what I cannot buy, what you can only give me." He spoke tenderly, and cautiously brought his hands to rest on her bare shoulders. He looked deeply into her eyes, resisting magical temptation. "What's that?" She asked, her voice teetering between curiosity and cynicism. "Your pleasure," he responded softly. "Oh," she rolled her eyes. "And just how do you plan to do that?" He smiled widely and lent toward her. He softly whispered "Magic." This time he did let his power flow. A spell to impress was not the same as a charm; he was not cheating. His vision clouded over with a purple mist, and he let his mind free. A prickling aura of power sprang up around him: Golden, while being invisible, and filled with inaudible harp strings and bells. Emerald's eyes widened, and she gasped. Jasha reaffirmed his grip on her shoulders, and let the magic fade away. "Take me home," he begged softly. "It is your turn to be pleasured." A stunned acceptance and a short walk later, he stood in a tiny room. A pile of blankets presumably served as a bed, and there was a curtained-off area that would be for a chamber pot and such. The single, small window let a blazing stream of moonlight in. "I'm sorry, it's not much," she said, looking embarrassed. He smiled, and took her hands in his. "It doesn't matter. Close your eyes." She seemed hesitant, but she did so. Oh yes, Jasha mentally purred. His vision filled this time with a washed-out green tint. He directed his power through his hands, into hers, and flooded her body. She gasped, and he felt her lungs widen, the air rush in through her throat. He steered firmly clear of her mind. Her breasts were slightly bruised, her sex (and yes, her anus) thoroughly used. "Take your clothes off," he murmured, and she did. When her hands left his, the magic dimmed, but surged back when he put his hands on her bare waist. No charm necessary. "This won't hurt," he whispered reassuringly, and let his power drain through her. He ran it over her breasts, healing, caressing. He purged her of all the effects of her trade, soothing and cleansing. Semen, more than he could believe, was expelled slowly down the insides of her thighs, and out between her firm buttocks. Her muscles reflexively clenched against this, but he relaxed them. He ran his magic around her womb, his healing flowing over her bruised cervix and downwards. He felt out all her tenseness and dissolved it. Her whole sex was limp and open for a moment, then it suddenly snapped back into rolling contractions. Somehow, the release of muscles long held unconsciously clenched had made her orgasm freely. He let the magic fade away, and realised Emerald was panting, wide-eyed. "Are you alright?" He asked. "Yes," she said in a small voice. He leant in and pecked her soft, full lips. "Go wash yourself," he said. "Quickly, and come back." She ducked behind the curtain. He slowly and casually undressed to the sounds of slopping water, then looked out the small window on the night. The full moon illuminated the slum rooftops, lending them a kind of dark, ragged beauty. The curtain swished aside and revealed Emerald's indistinct figure to his sight for the first time. He cursed himself for ruining his night-vision and stepped back into the darkness. She walked slowly towards him. His adjusting eyes and the closeness finally made her visible. Even though he'd already been deeply inside her, this was the first time he'd really seen her nudity with his eyes. She was almost as tall as him, her hair brown and reaching only to her chin. He stared in lust at her small, round breasts and at her smooth labia. He saw green for another moment as he settled a pleasure spell around her. This was almost cheating, for he was changing what she would feel. But, he reasoned, it was really only manipulating her body, not her mind. She shivered, her breasts shaking delightfully, and he smiled. Just wait until you see the real effects. He stepped forward and kissed her forehead. He moved to her cheeks, shoulders, then, slowly kneeling, kissed a line between her breasts and pressed his lips to every part of her hot-skinned belly. All but prostrating himself before her (What woman doesn't want to be a queen?) he tenderly kissed her feet, her ankles, her knees. She was breathing deeply as he kissed his way up the milky insides of her thighs. The smooth cleft between her plump, fleshy lips was right before his eyes. Not yet. Shuffling on his knees, he made his way behind her, and began his ministrations on the back of her legs. Over the buttocks and up the spine; he breathed through his nose onto her bare skin, and she giggled softly. Finally, with a kiss just below her earlobe, he engulfed her lithe frame in with his long arms. "How do you want me to take you?" He whispered into her ear. He noticed that her cheeks were flushed. "However you want," She replied quietly. He kissed her neck. "No, sweetheart. However you want." She closed her eyes for a moment, and she seemed to press herself more deeply into his embrace. "I want to ride you," she said. "Then you will," he responded. "But first, I have something special for you. Lie down." He let her go, and she moved to her blankets. She lay on her back with her knees together and her heels pressed against her buttocks. He knelt at her feet, and used his hands to gently part her thighs until her legs were spread wide. Locking his eyes on hers, he brought his face down to her flesh. Her legs jerked reflexive and she gasped as his tongue slipped onto her clitoris. Jasha laughed in his head. The affect of the pleasure spell was an amplifying one: she would feel everything twice and strongly. His tongue explored her opening, the slickness of it attesting to the spell's operation while he had kissed the rest of her body. He slowly trailed back up to the clit, and ran the tip of his tongue all over it. She was feeling pleasure twice and strongly, and he had an omniscient knowledge of her personal anatomy; she came once, whimpering, before he even truly applied himself. Now, lets get down to business. Forty minutes later, Emerald was staring at the ceiling with wide, unseeing eyes. Her hair was drenched and matted, and sweat covered every inch of her. Her fluids spread all over her buttocks, the blankets, Jasha's face and just generally everywhere. "That...was impossible." She said faintly. He crawled up beside her and took her in his arms. "Rest a while," he said softly. She smiled faintly and closed her eyes, limp in his arms. When Jasha awoke he was on his back, and Emerald was straddling him, sliding down his member. She smiled as she saw him wake. "I didn't know wizards were allowed pleasures of the flesh," she said as casually, as if they had been discussing something over a cup of tea. Jasha guessed that she was so used to providing sex she could ignore it. "I'm no ordinary wizard," he replied, relishing her tight pussy as it moved up and down his shaft. "Do you visit whores often?" She asked. "Cause I've never heard of anything like this before." "Not recently. See, you're my first experiment of this type." "What experiment?" She probed, curiosity in her voice. "Well, in the past I've just picked a fine woman and laid spells on her until she was as eager for it as I was. You are the first who has taken me of your own free will." Their flesh was slapping rhythmically together at this point, and that was the only sound for a while. She seemed to be considering. "Are you sure?" She finally asked. "This doesn't seem like the type of thing I'd normally do." "I'm sure," he replied. "How many wizards have begged to pleasure you before?" "None," she giggled. She was slightly breathless, he noticed. Sweat was appearing on her forehead. "God, do you have a magic cock or something as well?" she asked. He laughed. "In a way." He was watching her breasts as they swayed and jolted in movement. "Well," she considered. "Let's see." She began a different rhythm, faster, her hips making circles as well as moving up and down. They both began to breathe heavily, and Jasha put his hands up to cover her breasts, squeezing gently. Emerald purred with pleasure. "I'm going to come," Jasha breathed, as calmly as he could. "Okay," Emerald said, and slammed her hips downwards, drawing a strained grunt from him. Up quickly and pounding herself against him again. Her facial expression was intent on his, like a craftsman looking at his plans. Jasha finally groaned, his cum flying deep within her. She slapped her hips down and stayed there as he bucked and struggled to empty himself. They both panted. "Done?" She finally asked, voice normal as ever. "Uhuh," he grunted. She slipped off him and lay down at his side. He went to kiss her but she turned her face away instinctively. She seemed to realise this, though, and turned her face back to his. He kissed her lips softly and gently, cuddling her. "I'll have to go soon," he eventually sighed. "They always do," she replied softly, untangling herself. He rose and collected his clothes, tugging them on quickly. She leaned against a wall and watched him, her face expressionless. Finally he was ready. "If I come back sometime, will you want to see me?" He asked. "Angling for a free whore, hey?" She said, a slight shadow of hurt in her eyes, even though her voice was flat. He stepped up to her. "I'm angling for you," he said, looking earnestly into her eyes before wrapping her up in a hug. He found something erotic and powerful about being fully clothed with a naked woman in his arms. He kissed her forehead. "Do you want to see me again?" He asked. There was a silence. "Okay," she sighed. He kissed her again. He exited the building slowly, but then broke into a run. An hour and five miles separated him from death. * [Possibly to be continued? I'm thinking of writing a series of stand-alone short pieces set in this city (Othsmeet). Does anyone like Jasha and/or Emerald?] Othsmeet Ch. 02 Jasha Sill lay on his silk sheets, fingers locked behind his head, staring at the ceiling. If one had to be a prisoner, he figured, this was the way to do it. Still, for one such as him the boredom of routine and comfort were tortures enough. It had been three days since he'd last escaped, but the memories of it were still vivid in his mind, bringing a small smile to his lips. Was there anything more beautiful and satisfying than looking a pretty girl in the eye while she came wildly from your ministrations? Why yes, he smirked to himself, doing it twice. He looked over to the hourglass and considered. It was past sunset, he was safe to leave until dawn. Emerald worked until midnight, though. Jasha ran his tongue over his teeth, thinking. Then he laughed. "Time for a good old-fashioned outing," he said aloud. He got to his feet and closed his eyes, concentrating. This was the hardest part of the whole operation: the invisibility spell. While normal invisibility spell was as easy to him as clicking his fingers, it only worked on non-wizards, which precluded everyone in the whole Dome. The darkness behind his eyes turned to a rich purple, and he wrapped the essence of the everyday invisibility around himself. Then, with a manoeuvre he likened to magical slight of hand, he turned it over another spell, then instantly back, letting the second spell fail. Voila. An invisible invisibility spell. He let his power fade and opened his eyes. The mirror on the wall showed only an empty room. Perfect. He opened his door and quickly thrust his head out, checking that nobody was around; doors that casually opened and closed by themselves would tend to arouse suspicion. The coast was clear, and he strode out, walking briskly but silently through the long corridor. He followed it to its end and turned right, then went down a huge flight of stairs, silently passing three of the Learned on his way. Five minutes, eight spells and two picked locks later, he stood outside the massive marble dome and took a deep breath of the night air. Gods, it's good to be out. Without hesitation he made his way through the city streets, going ever downwards, both figuratively and metaphorically. He was headed for the Pickaxe district, that wild hub of violence and debauchery. He walked with an eager tirelessness, all the while thinking of Emerald's body. In his opinion, she had the definition of a perfect ass. He'd noticed it with approval when he first saw her, but only when he'd seen in bare in the moonlight, tight and hard and milky smooth, had he realised the full extent. He forced himself to stop fantasising after a while, noticing that he was getting the beginnings of an uncomfortable erection at the thought of those toned, round— Just wait, you idiot. Look, there's Milliah's Chapel. Ten more minutes, at most. He cleared his mind and noticed nothing else until he was standing, invisible, in front of the wide-open doors of The Rising Moon: a cheap, sprawling brothel. From the noise within, it sounded like the early rush was in full swing as labourers shrugged off their day's cares before heading out to get drunk. The front room was small, home only to five doorways and a bored-looking nude girl. She was quite pretty, really, with big, pink-nippled breasts. This was probably why, at first, Jasha didn't notice that there were more people there. In an alcove to the right were an old, greasy man and a young burly one, sitting at a table, facing each other. They were playing checkers and swigging from a large bottle. Jasha, still invisible, decided to explore the place. Through the first door was a room which was frankly horrible, the sort of room you would only find in a dump like this. Five dirty, rough men stood in a line against a wall, waiting and looking on, as two naked whores showed their hands' prowess. One of them was old, and might have been pretty in her youth. The other was fat, and was never pretty. Still, their two current customers leered and groped them as if they were queens, as they had their members pumped. Jasha left quickly. The next door from the front led through a cramped, dingy hallway to two small rooms. Privacy, again, didn't seem to be an issue, with the rooms' doors wide open. In one of them a small, petite blonde sat, staring at the wall. In the other, a whore with a long, thin scar down the side of her ribs, was on her knees, unenthusiastically fellating a big, bearded man. Cheapest to most expensive, was Jasha's realisation of the layout. He ducked into the hallway and had to jump aside as another man made his way to the blonde's room. Skipping over the next two doorways, Jasha, curious now, wanted to see the Rising Moon deluxe package. Another hallway, much like the last, curved ninety degrees and opened out a spacious room which clean, and had seats, and even a large bed. The seats were occupied by five nude whores (none of them Emerald), gossiping and even laughing, paying no attention to the bed. On the bed a red-headed, and now red-faced girl was gasping and whining in doggy-style position. A tall man, cleaner at least than any Jasha had seen here so far, was rhythmically thrusting into her. Jasha, fighting off a moment's hesitation, moved closer to see. The redhead's ample breasts swayed and jolted beneath her. She cried out, and it seemed a little disproportionate. Jasha bent his head to look between the kneeling man's legs. Wait, that's anal? Jasha exclaimed to himself. The man's broad shaft was plunging into her back hole, stretching it wide. Again and again, he pushed himself into her tightness. Despite feeling sorry for the poor recipient, Jasha had to acknowledge the heat in his loins, his thickening cock. He walked quickly from the room, and tried the next door down. It was fourth time lucky. There were two small beds in this room. On one of them a man was ardently ploughing into a black-haired girl in the missionary position, her small hands on his back. "Oh yes!" She was crying in what Jasha could tell was utterly fake pleasure. On the other, Emerald was kneeling between a man's legs, holding his upright cock and running her wet tongue all over it. She began to pump it slowly with her hand. "No!" The man cried, his voice slurred with drink, throwing her off him with a twist of his hips. "I told you not to do that, whore!" He rose up to his knees. He brought up his arm to hit her, and Jasha saw not red, but gold. OUTSIDE! The command revealed Jasha's presence to the man's mind, even if not his eyes. He knelt where he was for a moment, then shook his head. "Gods, I've left something in the alley," he mumbled, and got off the bed, looking for his clothes. He put them on hastily and stumbled out of the room. Jasha followed in his wake. Out in the darkness of the side-alley the drunk became confused, and turned around in circles. Jasha let the invisibility fade until he was seen. "A man doesn't hit a lady," he growled at the swaying man. "Naw, but I never seen a lady, and you can belt a whore up some!" "Addi!" Jasha roared, summoning one of the few words of power he knew to aid his next spell. The man turned to fire for the briefest of instants, then to nothing. Panting, and slumping down against the wall, Jasha tried to collect his wildly reeling mind. Certain words were not meant for mortals. After a few minutes his thoughts returned, if not the strength in his knees. What the hell was that?! Are you mad, are you trying to kill yourself? You're squabbling with riff-raff over a whore's honour now? Who are you? Jasha couldn't find answers. The corner of his mind was raging, but the grand majority of it was still dazed. He did eventually find the strength to stand, and later to stand without he wall's help. The fog was clearing, though he still felt like his head was underwater. He couldn't seem to capture himself completely. When he'd regained some measure composure and equilibrium, he walked cautiously from the alley and back into the Rising Moon, this time visible. The woman behind the counter gave him a big fake smile, but he moved straight to the old man playing checkers. "I want Emerald for the night," he said. The skinny man, who Jasha had correctly presumed was the owner, looked him up and down. "She's working," he finally said. Jasha pulled a coin from behind his specially-designed collar pocket, placing it on the table. You're using a Gleecoin to buy a whore?! His brain shrieked. That took weeks to create! The old man's transformation was astounding. His eyes bugged as he looked at the golden disk, as if it were the most precious item on earth. "I'll take her for the week," Jasha was on the point of saying, but then reconsidered. The Gleecoin was a greed-trap, of sorts: a satisfied man would find it only a pleasant, shiny object. This old goat had enough greed to transform it into a hundred diamond thrones. "I'll buy her," he said simply. No, no, no, a part of his mind panicked, but he quashed it. "I take her, and you leave her alone." At that, Jasha saw those grey brows knit in consideration. Emerald was surely a profit-maker for the brothel. But then, the Gleecoin would always be too much for one whose life revolved around money. "Done," he finally conceded, and Jasha bowed slightly to him. "Good health," he saluted, and walked to Emerald's room. When he entered, Emerald – who had been sitting on the edge of her bed, conversing with her likewise unoccupied fellow worker – shot a fake, wall-eyed smiled in his direction. Then she recognised him. Her eyes widened, and he thought he heard her gasp. The other whore, apparently did not. "Who were you after tonight, honey?" She asked. Jasha just smiled. "Get your clothes," he said to Emerald, whose azure eyes now glittered. "I talked to your boss." "Em, you know him?" The other whore asked in a confused voice. Emerald seemed stunned. "Come on," Jasha said, offering her his hand. She put her soft, slender fingers in his, and he led her from the room and to the entrance, where he'd noticed a chest full of women's clothes behind the counter. Looking every minute at the old man, as if believing at each step for fiery judgement to come down on her head, she dressed, piece by piece. When she was ready, Jasha led her out into the evening. "How...?" She finally managed. Jasha shot her a broad smile. "Magic," he laughed. "We're going back to your place: tonight is a night of change." "You bought me?" Emerald cried. She and Jasha were standing in her small room, and Jasha had told her to collect all her things. "Well, in a sense," Jasha hesitated. "I don't own you, though, so I was really only buying your freedom." Emerald's clear blue eyes were blazing with fury. "You think I'm just some trinket you can collect, some dog whose master you paid off?!" "No! Not at all. Gods, I was trying to help you. I don't want to own you, but I don't want anyone else to either." Jasha was finding it hard to order his thoughts. The kickback from the word of power still filled his skull with a shivering vagueness. "I'm not a slave!" She cried. "No-one has ever owned me!" "Oh, so I guess you were free to leave that place any time, huh? Nobody would have minded a bit if you'd decided to skip town." Emerald looked furious, and her chest began to rise and fall rapidly. It took Jasha a few long moments to realise she was crying. "Hey," he said gently, taking her up in his arms. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." She coughed. "It's okay," she said in a quiet, choked voice. "I am just a slave whore." He reached up with his hands, forcing her to look into his eyes in the dim light. "Not anymore," he said, and smiled. She looked up at him with open, sensitive eyes. He'd never seen her like this before. "I need the money, though. I'll have to go back." "Not anymore," he repeated, and this time broke into a laugh. "Come on, get your things together, you won't be coming back." She simply stared at him for a moment, then left his embrace to collect a pitifully small amount of personal objects. A comb, a battered mirror, a copper ring. Nothing at all... "Okay," Emerald said, and Jasha led her out, closing the door behind. They made their way through the streets, which were becoming more lively as the night wore on. Jasha expertly avoided menacing glares from the locals. When he'd lived here he'd gone months at a time without being in an actual fight. It was quite an achievement in these parts. He led her six streets westward, and into a dark, smelly alleyway. He knelt down on the filthy paving, facing a brick wall. "What are you doing?" Emerald asked. "Seeing how kind fate wants to be." Producing a small dagger, he slipped it between the bricks at one point, scraping away crusted mud. Then, with his fingers, he eased it out. He reached into the darkness, and triumphantly produced a small, black pouch. "Ahah!" He cried. He loosened the drawstring and looked inside, smiling. Then he closed it again and replaced the brick. "A night of change," he winked to a curious Emerald. An hour and three traded diamonds later, Jasha sat on the bed, watching Emerald bathe in a big copper tub. "You're paid up for two months, and they're willing to try to you as a bargirl in the common room." "I don't believe any of this," Emerald said, dreamily. She rubbed the water over her petite breasts, and Jasha suddenly wished she'd hurry up. Then, he had another idea. "Remember this?" he asked. Greenness washed over his vision, and he reached out with his magic. He plunged straight into her pussy and she squealed in shock, grabbing the sides of the tub. He spread himself out, filling her anus and clit with his touch. "Ohh, not again," she groaned, pumping her hips unconsciously. Jasha walked over to the tub. She was getting more and more excited, he could feel, just by the sustained pressure of his presence within her. He took his time taking off his pants and presenting his hard member to her face. As she wrapped her mouth around it, he began to move his magic within her. She let out a muffled cry and her teeth unconsciously clenched on him. "Open your mouth baby, open your mouth," he gasped. She realised what she was doing and her jaw shot wide open. "Ohh, thanks," he said, taking the opportunity to slide right up her tongue, and begin to push at her throat. He stimulated her more. "Only two more inches," he encouraged her, pushing forward again. She let him a little further and he increased the power sliding through her lower body. She opened her throat wider still, and this time he managed to push himself all the way in. Jasha quickly brought Emerald to the teetering brink of orgasm as he rocked his hips back and forth. Her whole sex trembled under his touch and her breathing through her nose was hard and rapid. When he'd brought himself to the same point, Jasha finally pushed her over that surging edge. He had his fingers in her hair, and he pushed the whole length of his cock into her throat. He felt contraction after contraction explode along her pussy. He moaned as the dam wall burst for him too, and his hot cum spurted straight down her throat. Intense pleasure crackled throughout his body. He came and came until he thought he must have emptied a pint into her, then pulled his slithery, still-hard cock out of her mouth. "Oh gods, oh gods!" Emerald immediately panted, and Jasha realised that he was still making her cum. He'd unconsciously been working her with his magic all along, pressing the right buttons to induce contraction after contraction. He let his magic drain away, and she started moaning softly, sinking down into the water. Jasha reached down and ran his hands over her belly. The sexual stimulation had made her skin sensitive, and his underwater touch soon had her pressing herself against him and he stroked her sides and thighs and sweet, firm breasts. After a few minutes, Emerald got out of the water and wiped herself down. Once dry, she leapt into Jasha's arms, wrapping her legs around him so he had to hold her up. She kissed him deeply and passionately. Then she pulled back slightly, running her sweet eyes over his face, and dived back in, even more passionately. He returned her efforts, holding her up. His knees were becoming weak. "I have to go," he said when she next stopped. The light shining from her face dimmed. "Why?" She asked. "Wizard business," he mumbled. His head was spinning now, exhaustion creeping up on him. He let her down to her feet. "What 'Wizard business?'" She asked in a plaintive voice. "I'll be back...soon..." he said, moving towards the door. "I'll be back soon." Out in the night, Jasha arranged a dark look on his face to ward off drunk-robbers, and strode purposefully back toward the Learneds' Dome. He was tired, but if he fell asleep outside of it he knew he was dead. Never again. You will NEVER use that word of power again! "Okay, okay," he mumbled to himself. He wouldn't later recall how, but he made it back into his bed, undiscovered, before succumbing to unconsciousness. In the morning, his first words would be: "Oh, gods! What have I done?!" Othsmeet Ch. 03 "Oh Gods! What have I done?!" The words croaked out from Jasha's lips as he tried unsuccessfully to raise himself to his elbow. His pillow had a remarkable amount of blood on it, and he felt his nostrils caked with the same. Think man, think! Put it all in order. Well, I went to The Rising Moon. Horrible place. A redhead getting anal. Emerald...Emerald. He closed his eyes and breathed. It felt like he'd been pushed through a brick wall. A drunk was going to hit her, yes. I Commanded him outside, and... "Ohhhhh," I shapeless groan burst from him as he tried to put himself back together. I used a combustion spell, and I invoked Ad– "Ahhhh!!" – I invoked a Word. Then I used my Gleecoin to buy Emerald. Oh fuck. And I dug out one of my stashes. He reached down slowly to his belt, his fingers finding the pouch and confirming its contents. Well, that's a relief. But three diamonds for a room?! Gods. He pried his eyes open again. This time, with a great effort, he not only managed to get to his hands and knees, but out of bed completely. He swayed his way over to stand directly before the mirror. His top lip was crusted with dry blood, his eyes sunken and bruised. "I am never using that Word again," he said to his reflection, unwittingly repeating the same promise from last night. There was a terrible weight on Jasha's mind. Some of it was for the man he'd obliterated – he'd only ever killed a handful of men in his time – but most of it was for Emerald. He'd only ever planned to have a night or two with her and then they'd both go on their way. He thought of the way she'd looked at him last night, the way she'd kissed him. "Just couldn't help yourself, could you?" He asked his scowling reflection. "What a mess." It was past midday, and he spent the next five hours shuffling about, doing small, uncomplicated things. He ate and drank and felt a bit better. He slept for another while. At seven o'clock he was sitting on the edge of his bed, head in hands, wondering what to do. His reflection in the mirror looked much better than when he'd first arisen, but it was still nothing to be proud of. He took a deep breath. Alright. Time to sort this out. * Jasha was not in the best of shapes when he arrived in Emerald's room. She was looking wide-eyed at the door, which must have seemed to have opened on its own. He let the invisibility dissipate. At first the shock turned into a brilliant smile, but then into concern. Jasha shut the door behind him. "What happened to you?" She asked, gliding over to him, running her fingers down his cheek. He smiled tiredly, still out of breath. Well, you see, in the course of killing one of your customers I used this word that knocked my brain straight out of my head. That's why I went to all this trouble for you last night. Completely out of my head, see? "Wizard business." She frowned at him, and shook her head slightly, then wrapped her arms around him. "Well, I'm glad you're here now." She smelled wonderful, and her hair and skin was soft against him. He closed his eyes and sighed. She spoke into his neck. "I wish you wouldn't always leave me." "Well, about that..." he began. She pulled back and looked him straight in the eye. Her irises were almost luminously blue. "I'm actually living on borrowed time. I never meant to get so involved with you." She tightened her grip on him. "I mean, you're a wonderful woman. You're beautiful. But I just can't do this." "No." Her answer was simple and sure, and he couldn't break free of her gaze. "You can have whatever you want from me, but you can't leave me." Jasha looked at her and sighed. "I'll see," he said, turning away. "No," she said again, reaching up and taking a surprisingly hard grip on his chin, turning his face back to her. "Promise me. You can be away for however long you want, but you'll keep coming back. Promise." Fuck. "Well, uh..." "Promise!" Jasha took a deep breath. "Okay." Jasha-boy, you just don't get it, do you? She smiled at him them, one of the most brilliant smiles he'd ever seen. She kissed him long and deeply. "Alright," she said taking a step back. "I'm yours." "Oh?" He asked, smiling wickedly, putting defeat behind him. "And what if I want to do horrible things to you? What if I want to fuck you in every profane way possible?" She bared her teeth. "You'd better clear your schedule, then." Jasha's cock began to come to life. He quickly stripped off his clothes as Emerald watched eagerly. "No magic this time," she said. "I want to see what you can do on your own." Jasha, now naked, considered for a moment, head cocked to the side. "Just one piece," he decided. He extinguished the lamps with a thought, and infused the ceiling with a soft blue light. The room was sunken into dimness, but Emerald's pure skin made her a glowing wraith of desire in the dimness. Her skin soaked up the light and threw it back to him, renewed. Her eyes– her eyes which were always crackling blue – seemed to actually burst out of her face like bonfires. Extending his hand before him, Jasha called into existence a long black feather. "Okay," he smiled. "No more magic." Emerald was still clothed, and he didn't seek to change this as he swung her into his arms and laid her on the bed. He kissed her very softly on the cheeks and on the arms. Jasha had, in fact, cheated somewhat. The feather was imbued with the slightest of static fields. Just enough to help along the shivery, tickly sensation it would naturally cause when pulled over delicate skin. Cheating is in the eye of the beholder. And now he bought the feather to bear, trailing its very tip down Emerald's cheek. The touch of a lockpicker was enough for him to control its path perfectly down her jawline and under her chin. He tickled her, and she giggled, pulling away playfully. This, however, exposed her neck, and he took full advantage, swirling both tip and blade down the strong column of her neck. He continued out over her fine collarbone, and from the tip of her shoulder down to where her cleavage began. Jasha had learned long ago that breathing was the voice of pleasure. Emerald's face as she looked up at him was in a state of expectancy, of concentration. When he moved the feather over her chest and the breast-top swells, though, she would breathe deeply, and when he stopped, she would stop unconsciously. He listened and moved his delicate touch about, twirling and teasing. Finally he pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her blue-lit breasts. She was lying on her back and so they really looked small indeed. Jasha bent his head. First the one, then the other, he blew on them. Lungfuls of cool air soon had emerald shivering and her nipples standing to attention. Then he put his hot tongue on first the left nipple, then the right. "You sure you're not using magic?" Emerald asked with half a laugh. "Of course," he replied. "I am magic, baby." Jasha shifted on the bed and brought the feather to bear on Emerald's legs. Inch by inch he pushed up her dress and applied the feather's touch to her. When he was getting near the end of his slow journey up the inside of her thigh, Emerald clicked her tongue. "I get it already! I'm turned on, now please fuck me!" Emerald wriggled her way to nudity and Jasha laughed, tossing the feather in the air and unsumonning it in the blink of an eye. As Emerald lay back down, legs wide, Jasha snaked in. He was on top of her and in her before she could do more than gasp. He fought the hot resistance of her skin for a while, but soon her juices were fully flowing and he was pushing regularly in and out of her. "You know, honey," he said, "you have the best ass in the world. I'm not kidding." She smiled up at him. "Do you say that to every woman?" "Why, yes. I say that to every woman that has the best ass in the world. Currently the count is at one." He kept talking as he progressed, stroking her ego just as he was stroking his surging member along the inside of her sweet flesh. She was sweating beneath him, and in the ambient blue light she looked like some exotic sexual treasure. Jasha tried to be as careful with his style as when he used his fingers or tongue, but it was no use. His cock demanded that he take his pleasure and after a while he lost his will to resist. He began to plough into her for his own sake. And so, with both he and Emerald moaning, he made a final thrust up and gloriously offloaded his cum into her, exploding within her and calling out wordlessly. "Get out, get out," Emerald panted, eyes wide. Jasha, horrified that she might be in pain, pulled out immediately. Her hand snapped to her bald, slick flesh and began to rub furiously. Jasha just knelt there, watching Emerald get herself off. Her whole body soon shuddered, and her stomach muscles clenched again and again. He almost wished he hadn't just blown his load, because the sight was incredible. Finally she stopped and lay there panting before him in the blue glow. Her short hair was spread around her in sweaty locks, her beautiful face was serene and her whole body was lax. She is gorgeous. That's all there is to it. Jasha returned the room's light to normal, the lamps leaping into flame, the ceiling just an ordinary ceiling. "I guess I didn't have what it takes," Jasha said ruefully, laying himself down beside her. She curled her limbs into his. "What do you mean?" "You had to finish yourself off." "Silly," she said, moving to bring her face up against his. "I've fucked for nights on end without cumming. You did well." The kiss she then gave him lasted for a long time. They lay side by side, wordless or a few minutes. Jasha looked down her body. There are worse things in life, he mused. Plus, what is a promise to Jasha Sill? Worse case scenario, I throw a charm over her and walk away. He was finding it strangely hard to convince himself. "So, Magic Man," Emerald teased, "what was that before about profane fucking? Are you going to subject this poor innocent maiden to unspeakable acts?" He turned to her and smile. "Oh, we'll see."