Storiesonline.net ------- Devan's Decision by Darkniciad Copyright© 2006 by Darkniciad ------- Description: Devan Ardane is struggling to decide what direction her life should take, now that she has mastered all she can learn of magic in the small town of her birth. Another decision is much easier to make, as she pursues a young man named Serhan that has struck her fancy. All the while, a murderer is creeping about the nearby area, raping and murdering young women. Codes: MF fant slow cons het span oral mastrb pett ------- Two figures stood in the shadows of a small, dimly lit structure. Their faint silhouettes and their voices betrayed them as male, but an observer would have been able to determine little else, were one present. "Exactly as always — no changes at the last minute, agreed?" "Of course. I just thought I'd add a little variety to my life with the changes last time. I had no idea you would have such a fit over it." "Two days each. No more." "Yes, yes — two days. You may as well give me the coin now, because it is as good as done." "Nothing until you succeed." A note of nobility — with a great deal of sarcasm attached — crept into the man's voice as he spoke, "You wound me with your disbelief." "Whatever." "Two days is an eternity. I'll hit my first mark before the night is over — a few hours at most." "Not if you stand here bragging all night." A quiet chuckle was the only response to that. ------- "Stop hogging the mirror, Devan. I can't see what I'm doing." "I'm almost done, Danica. Don't push, I'm in a hurry." As usual, the auburn-haired younger sister deferred to her flame-topped older sibling. Danica moved back a bit, pulling a brush through her hair and waiting until she could see in the mirror again to work on arranging her locks. Devan plucked a final errant hair from her eyebrow, twitching both and smiling into the mirror when she liked what she saw. "Okay, Danica, I'm done." Devan stepped away from the mirror and winked at her sister in it before going to her clothes chest to decide what she was going to wear tonight. A smile spread unbidden across Devan's face as her younger sister scowled and lifted her breasts. Danica's boobs had started to come in three years ago, and at sixteen, they showed no sign of stopping yet. At least twice as big up top as her sister was, Danica had some difficulty coping with her new attributes. Devan knew her little sister would learn to deal with them eventually, but it was amusing to see her fiddling with them and trying to keep them out of her way. Devan thought it was a good thing they had grown into very different figures as they aged, because as kids they had looked too much like twins for Devan's tastes. She knew Danica would eventually come to appreciate the attention those big boobs would garner from boys. Devan pulled a white cotton top with a button neckline out of her clothes chest, smiling a little wantonly as she looked at it. The material bordered on scandalously transparent. When she wore it, the dark circles of her areoles were plainly visible from close distances. Her small blister-like nipples also pressed against it because it could barely contain her firm, rounded breasts. Pulling on the top, Devan rubbed her nipples slightly to stimulate them, generating exactly the effect she wanted. Over this went a modest blouse, something to keep her mother from having heart failure upon seeing her off. It would quickly vanish as Devan went on the prowl for her prey this evening. She also pulled on two skirts. The outer skirt had the same purpose as her second top, protection from her mother's wrath. The one she would actually wear was short enough that an errant breeze — or just the right amount of bending — would reveal her thin cotton panties to whomever she chose to show them. Devan was on the prowl tonight, having just finished a difficult week of study in magic school. There was little more her Master could teach her after her success this week. Soon, she would have to seek another teacher or her fortune, and she wasn't sure which she wanted to do yet. One thing she was sure about was exactly who she was trying to lure tonight. She and the young man had both told each other they would be at the square tonight, neither ready to ask the other to step out. It was a date though, despite the lack of formality. Serhan was handsome and witty, his family was wealthy, and there was an interesting bulge in the front of anything he wore. Devan had only been with a couple of men, but those two had shown her the difference between a big dick inside her and a smaller one. Bigger was certainly better. It had also shown her that once a man had the prize, he often lost interest. Devan was determined to keep the prize in his vision, but just out of reach for a while. It wasn't going to be easy, because even as she thought about it, Devan was ready to unwrap that gift right now. Devan decided she was going to end up making a longer stop in the barn than she had originally intended to stash the safe clothes she wore for her mother's benefit. She was growing too aroused just thinking about what she wanted to do with Serhan, and she needed to quiet that part of her mind if she wanted to keep her concentration and her plan. Her fingers held the key to that quiet, and she would take care of it as soon as she dispensed with her modest clothing. Devan tried to shake her head to clear it, knowing her panties would be wet soon if she kept thinking like that. She looked over at her sister and pursed her lips in an expression of sadness for Danica. She knew Danica was setting herself up for disappointment tonight, because their mother would not let her leave. Danica was still on punishment for trying to sneak out a few weeks ago. Their mother had become very much aware of Danica's flowering and had started acting overprotective of her lately. Devan finished dressing, almost absently sliding a small silken bag that contained her spell components onto her belt. Now, she was ready. A quick kiss on her mother's cheek was all that was required for her to leave the house. She was over eighteen now, into her majority, and could make her own decisions. There were still some rules because she remained at home, but not as many as when she was still considered a child, only a short time ago. It took only a moment to reach the barn, which she knew would be abandoned, save for the animals. Her father would be out finishing the weeding, taking her brother with him. Her mother would be busy explaining to a raging Danica why she couldn't go out tonight. Devan quickly climbed up into the hayloft and moved a loose board. From behind this, she pulled an old blanket and spread it out on the straw covered floor of the loft. Devan had felt compelled to use this spot regularly over the last few years, and she had grown tired of having the impression of straw in her bare skin. She pulled off her extra clothing first, stashing it in a sack hidden under the hay for exactly that reason. Then she lay down on the blanket and flipped her short skirt out from under her and over her abdomen. Her panties slipped off in a quick, practiced motion, and her legs parted to give her fingers access. Devan licked her lips and moaned quietly as she ran a fingertip over her already wet lips. Even her closely trimmed patch of hair felt slightly damp. She traced the parting of her lips for a few strokes, and then brought her finger to her mouth. Not for the first time, Devan wondered if every woman tasted as good as she did. The spicy, somewhat sweet taste of her juices on her fingertip made Devan's head swim. The taste aroused her even more as she wetted her finger and put it back between her legs. She continued to stroke her nether lips, now wiggling her finger back and forth slowly to slightly penetrate between her folds. At last, her body refused to be denied any longer, and Devan stiffened two fingers to slide them into her wet depths. Her back arched slightly as her fingers penetrated her, and another soft moan escaped her lips. She moved her fingers in a quick pumping motion, needing to reach orgasm quickly. She had to avoid detections, and the need to come felt like it was burning her alive from the inside out. Devan brought two fingers of her other hand to her lips and wet them in her mouth. These she lay over her hood, rubbing it in quick circles. Her breathing picked up, and her hips hunched back up at her stroking fingers with every penetration. Her wrist began to ache, so Devan added a third finger and buried all three into her depths, curving them upwards. She worked her wrist muscles slightly, rubbing all three fingers over her walls and the sensitive spot behind her mound. All the while, the speed of the rubbing fingers of her other hand increased by the moment. Suddenly, she stiffened and squealed against her tightly clenched teeth and lips. The hands working between her legs would spur into motion for a few moments during the ebbs of her orgasm, only to press tightly against her with each rolling spike. When the climax finally released her, Devan brought the fingers of both hands — completely slick with her juices — to her mouth and sucked them clean. The taste and scent were even more intense now, and it caused Devan to shudder with an aftershock that arched her back up off the blanket once more. She gasped as she sat up and used an edge of the blanket to wipe off her soaked nether lips. She then used the opposite corner to clean up a few drops that had dribbled or smeared around her mouth. She rocked back and forth slightly, letting the feeling of afterglow hold her in its embrace for a few seconds before pulling back on her panties and smoothing her skirt. Devan stashed the blanket once more, and then climbed down out of the loft to hurry through the normally five minute walk to town in half that time. ------- The large central well of town served as the traditional meeting place of young people, and it had for years. Devan's mother and father had met near that well, as had most of the parents of her friends. The daylight was slowly fading, and with it the summer heat. Devan was not the only lightly clad young woman sensually strutting toward the spot, and several were already there lounging on the edge of the well or talking with one of the young men that had already arrived. Devan spotted Serhan leaning against one of the posts that supported the roof that helped shield the well from the elements. She waited until their eyes met before smiling and walking in his direction, her hips swaying. "I was starting to wonder if you were coming," Serhan said, as he stood up straight and smiled. "Parents — you know how it is. Mom is all worried about the killings, even though they've been happening so far away. I convinced her I could handle myself," Devan said wiggling her fingers in an exaggerated pantomime of spell casting. "People say you're pretty good, and that the boys at the school don't like you much." "They don't like being beat by a girl. If they weren't so busy hiding in the library looking at pictures of succubi, they might have time to study." The confusion on Serhan's face was obvious, and Devan laughed. "Succubi are demons that prey on men. They're quite beautiful, always nude, and the people that illustrate the books spend a lot of time putting detail in those pictures." Serhan smiled weakly and shrugged. "Sorry, I guess I don't know much about things outside town and Dad's business." "It doesn't matter. I get enough of that at school every day. I'm not here to talk about magic." The tone in Devan's voice hinted that she wasn't here to talk at all, and the crooked smile that decorated her face hinted even more strongly that direction. Serhan perked up, and took just the slightest glance at Devan's breasts while trying to hide it, which let Devan know he had picked up the signals she was sending. "You want to go sit down?" Devan twitched her freshly plucked eyebrows, her smile growing even more suggestive — if that was possible. "Sure, there's a bench over there." He looked where she was pointing, and smiled when he saw that the bench was away from the torches that would illuminate the night in a short while. Once the sun set, the bench would be almost invisible in the darkness. The pair went over and sat down, chatting and edging ever closer to one another. Devan batted her eyelashes and blushed when Serhan started laying on the compliments, and let her musical laugh echo through the night when he told an off-color joke he had heard that day. Night descended, and the couple sat in the gloom just outside the dancing light of the torches. Many of the people gathered around the well had gone home, or moved away from the circle of light as well. Faint sounds of pleasure — evidence of heavy petting going on just out of sight — echoed through the square. Devan and Serhan held hands and looked into each other's eyes. Devan smiled and blushed, slightly parting her lips. They both leaned in close at the same time and their lips met. Devan felt a tingle run all through her body. It centered in her lips, the tips of her breasts, and between her legs. Devan quietly moaned into the kiss and stroked Serhan's face. Devan blushed again as they broke from the kiss. "That was nice." "Uh huh." "Maybe we should do it again — just to make sure?" Serhan laughed and leaned in to kiss her again. Devan's tongue snaked out from between her lips as they kissed, just brushing over his teeth. She felt him stiffen in her embrace and knew she had caused exactly the reaction she desired. Their lips parted, and Devan was pleased to notice that Serhan didn't try to take any liberties, even though she had relented to her desire. She could see in his eyes that he wanted more, but he wasn't making any move to try to take it without a signal from her. She fought hard to not send more signals than she intended to, because at the moment she wanted a great deal more as well. One orgasm brought on by her fingers simply was not enough to dull her desire, and that had been a couple of hours ago. "I should go; I still have to walk home." "I'll walk you home if you'd like me to." Devan gave him a last peck on the cheek and stood. "No. Then you'll just have to walk back here. I'll be fine. It's only a short walk, and I can conjure light to see. You would have to walk back in the dark." "I'd like to see you again tomorrow." Devan smiled brightly, and then put on a coy expression. "I might be here." "I hope you will." Devan waved and started back toward the road home. As she had suggested to Serhan, she conjured a bright light to guide her on the path. When she neared the farm, she doused the light and cast another spell, one of ultravision, which allowed her to see in the dark. She needed to be able to see well enough to enter the barn and put back on her modest clothes. There was something else she needed to attend to as well. She was soaking wet and aching from resisting her desire to drag Serhan off somewhere dark to see what he had hiding behind that attractive bulge in his pants. Once Devan's orgasm cooled, she dressed and exited the barn. She went back to the side of the barn that faced the road and conjured her light again. Her mother would be waiting up for her, and she would be watching for that light approaching. Her mother's excuse tonight was mending. She always gave some reason why she was up waiting on her daughter, even though she knew that Devan knew better. It was a little game they played, and they both actually enjoyed it. Devan's mother could be quite creative with her excuses when pressed. When Devan reached the room she shared with her sister, she could tell that Danica had cried herself to sleep. Devan shook her head and offered a smile of pity, knowing exactly what her younger sister was going through. Their mother had very strict rules, and when you broke them, you were punished. There were no second chances, and there were no early reprieves. Danica would be homebound for the remainder of the week still, except to go to school. Devan stripped off her clothes, put on a nightshirt, and then sank into her bed. She soon fell fast asleep. ------- Devan heard something rare when she awoke the next morning, the sound of her father's voice still in the house. She looked over and saw Danica, still clad in her nightshirt, listening at the door to their room. Danica heard her sister stirring and turned to put a finger in front of her lips to indicate a need for silence. Devan crept over to the door and listened with her sister. "... too close, dear. Devan was out last night, and it scares me. She tells me she can take care of herself, and I've seen her use strong enough magic to believe it, but it still scares me." "We can't watch her every minute, and she's a smart girl. When you put the fact she can toss lighting bolts on top of that, there's not much to worry about." "But the killings are getting closer. Arenwood is only a little over a quarter of an hour away walking, and it's always young girls. I'm afraid to even let them off to school." "I know, Dear. It bothers me too, but we can't let it rule our lives. The girls just have to know about the danger and make the right decisions. We can't lock them up here." "Why not?" "Because they aren't going to learn how to take care of themselves here, Hon. We aren't going to be around forever." "We do well enough." "Devan and Danica aren't us. They don't have the love of this life we do. Like it or not, they use the magic, and it's their calling. They can't learn anything about that here." "Go get about your work, Dear. I know you're right, but I don't have to like it. I'm still going to try to convince Devan to stay in tonight, and Danica isn't going anywhere anyhow." "She still on punishment?" "I told her that first day before school that if she ever tried to use magic to break my rules, it would go hard on her. Trying to sneak out of the house invisible is exactly that. She'll finish her month of punishment, and she'd best not do it again. Her sister learned, and she will too." Devan turned away from the door. "Sorry, Mom, I'm going out tonight whether you like it or not." Danica turned and scowled at her sister, before hurrying away from the door in case anyone came to investigate, so she wouldn't be caught eavesdropping. "This is so unfair. I just wanted to go to the festival, and Mom was all worried about me getting drunk." Devan stripped off her nightshirt and started to wash with a cloth she wet in the basin in the corner of the room. "Well, you did come home stumbling the last time you went to one, so what do you expect?" "I'm not doing that again. I was so sick I wanted to die when I woke up." Devan laughed. "I said the same thing, and then got drunk again the first chance I had. Mom knows that." "Oh — you're as bad as she is!" Danica stomped off and flopped down on her bed to pout. Devan finished washing, dressed, and then headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. She knew Danica wouldn't be pouting long, because she had to get ready for school as well. Devan didn't even know why she was going, as there was little to nothing the Master could teach her. She had learned all of real value that he had to offer. Everything else was meaningless herb gathering and grinding. Devan sighed and pushed those thoughts out of her head, turning instead to the pleasant thoughts about meeting Serhan that evening. ------- Devan left school early, finding that she was bored to tears now that she had exhausted the spells in the limited library there. She knew she was going to be stuck in a long discussion with her mother before she could get out of the house this evening, so the more time she had, the better. The Master was trying to convince her to stay and help teach, which would allow him to expand the school, and thus he was willing to let her do about anything she wished. As she left the school, she found Danica standing at the edge of the bowl, a huge old sinkhole that had sides steep enough to shield the surrounding area from the eruption of spells. Devan knew why Danica was here. Her sister had been working hard on the fireball spell for nearly a month now. Devan could not figure out why her little sister had not already learned the spell, because she obviously had everything down. It seemed as though each time she tried, she made a mistake in a different part of the spell, while everything else was perfect. Danica started to gesture and chant, and Devan stopped nearby without moving into Danica's range of vision. Devan crossed her fingers, encouraged that everything was coming out perfectly thus far. Danica finished intoning the chant in a loud voice and moved her arm in a throwing motion. Devan whooped a cry of delight when the fireball manifested and exploded in a bright flash, engulfing the bowl in its expanding flames. Devan ran over to her sister, who had dropped to her knees and looked a little weak. Devan gathered Danica up in her arms, congratulating her. Danica absolutely beamed from her sister's praise, and from the applause of the other students — when she finally heard it. "I told you that you could do it, Danica! Now, will you stop complaining and just study?" Danica weakly smiled up at her. "Did you want to take a nap the first time you did that?" "Not with the fireball, but the first lightning bolt turned my knees to water." The Master approached then and offered his own congratulations, as well as his arm to lean on to assist Danica in returning inside. Devan waved to her sister and a few other friends, and then started walking home. While she walked, she alternated between planning her argument with her mother, and thinking about what she was going to wear that night. She also found that she spent a lot of time thinking about Serhan, and not all of those thoughts were born of arousal. Several times during the walk, she shook her head in an attempt to push those thoughts away. Falling in love was the last thing she wanted to do at this point. That was something she would think about once she had determined whether he was worth it or not. She had decided that she would never again give her heart to an ass that would just cheat on her or leave her. Try as she might, she still found a smile on her lips as she thought about Serhan's smile, or his arms wrapped around her, or any number of little things she had barely noticed consciously. ------- Once more two male figures stood facing each other in the dim light of an unknown, non-descript structure. "I told you, I always hit my mark." The sound of coins jingling was the only answer to the words. "I'll get to the next tonight, well ahead of schedule. You'd better have the coin." "I think you're dangerously overconfident. It's going to get the better of you some day." "Jealousy is unbecoming. Just watch, and have the coin ready. You might learn something." ------- The argument with her mother had become heated near the end. Devan was ready to head into town, and her mother just kept arguing in circles. It was only her father's intervention that ended the argument, giving Devan the break she needed to kiss her mother goodbye before leaving for the evening. As she had the night before, she stopped at the barn to get rid of her safe clothes. Because her father was in the house, she only stashed the clothes and exited the barn's back door to walk into town. She was going to have a tougher time resisting her desires tonight, not having cooled them with her fingers in the loft. While she walked, Devan popped the top two buttons on her powder blue dress. The open buttons revealed the upper globes of her breasts, tightly constrained by the intentionally undersized cut of the dress, along with an ample amount of cleavage. She was already somewhat aroused, and her nipples pressed against the material of the dress to good effect. The hem of the dress stopped just short of her knees, offering a good view of her long shapely legs. Devan knew she was going to have a nightmare of a time cleaning the dress later, but decided it was worth the effort to draw Serhan's eyes. He was watching and waiting for her when she arrived at the square. There were fewer people around the well this night, evidence of the fear the murders in surrounding area was causing. "You look beautiful," Serhan said when she reached him. "You look quite handsome too. Is that a new shirt, just for me?" Serhan smiled and plucked at the fabric, "You like it?" "Mmm hmm, I never noticed all those muscles before," she responded with an exaggerated raise of her eyebrows. The old man who lit the torches was already approaching, since it had taken Devan much longer to escape the house this evening. He glanced about warily, giving concerned glances to each of the young people that had chosen to venture out despite the news of the killings. Devan sauntered toward the bench they had shared the night before, smoothed her gown, and sat down. Serhan sat down, very close to her, looking into her eyes and smiling. There was little conversation that night, and the kissing quickly progressed into heavy petting. Devan barely restrained her desire for the young man, and she could sense the urgency in his touches as well. The only roaming journeys his hands took to her intimate spots involved a few soft caresses of Devan's backside, carefully disguised by his hands spending a lot of time on her lower back as they kissed. Devan couldn't help but encourage him a little, and she wondered if she didn't need it even more than he did. She guided his hands to her bottom, drawing an aroused smile from him, and then the tongue wrangling kisses continued. What little restraint Devan had left wore thin. She was intensely attracted to Serhan, and he was showing a gentlemanly restraint that only made him all the more attractive. Her hand found its way between his legs of its own volition, and she didn't offer the slightest resistance when one of his hands started to caress her breasts. A commotion in the square startled them out of their aroused trance. They both stood up and Devan instinctively put her hands into her spell component pouch, preparing to unleash her magic if necessary. Most of the young couples scattered, but Devan was pleased to note that Serhan stood his ground, though he looked nervous. Eventually, a couple of the town's militiamen approached them and told them they should go home immediately, as someone believed they had seen a dark clad person creeping around the town. It took a great deal of convincing to keep Serhan from trying to follow her home. The couple promised to meet again the next night if circumstances allowed, and Serhan finally turned toward his home after a final kiss. Only a threat of using magic on the man discouraged one of the militiamen from trying to follow her home as well. Devan wasn't truly worried, as it all seemed like paranoia to her, but she kept what she needed to hurl lightning bolts close at hand as she hurried home — just in case. Devan gathered up her safe clothing without incident and listened with amusement to her mother's excuse of sharpening the scissors. When she entered her room, she found Danica dead asleep. It was hardly surprising, as Devan remembered feeling utterly exhausted the night after she had first cast the fireball spell as well. She stripped down, pulled on a nightshirt, and then slid into bed. The sudden interruption and somewhat tense walk home had partially cooled her passions, but lying in her bed, they returned. Devan glanced over at her sister, knowing that if she had felt knocked out after her first fireball, Danica would be lucky to get up in the morning. It was unlikely that Danica was going to notice anything going on in the room until well into the morning. All the heat Devan had felt with Serhan that night returned to her in a rush. Reaching beneath the sheets, she bunched up her nightshirt just below her breasts. With another wary glance at her sister, Devan pulled aside her panties and parted her legs. Her pussy was already soaked, and she rubbed that wetness into her folds with a slight shiver. Two fingers rubbed up and down the parting of her lips, slightly penetrating between them. She wiggled those fingers slowly back and forth as she stroked them, rolling her wet folds with gentle pressure. Devan's thumb rubbed the erect bud beneath her hood with every few strokes of her fingers. Her hips began to hump rhythmically upward toward her fingers as she caressed the aching need between her legs. Her pleasure mounted slowly, beginning as a faint tingle in her depths and slowly building with every stroke of her fingers. As her pleasure grew in intensity, so did the speed and pressure of her fingers. Her other hand moved between her legs as well, taking over for her thumb and rolling her throbbing clit with increased speed and pressure. The fingers of her other hand penetrated deeper with each stroke, eventually pushing to the last knuckle inside her. Devan could almost feel Serhan's cock penetrating her as she drew nearer to release. At last, the pressure within her swelled to an almost painful intensity. Devan buried three fingers deep within her, moving them back and forth. Two fingers of her other hand rubbed her clit in tight circles until the bubble within her burst. She choked back the squeal of pleasure that threatened to escape her as she came. Her entire body stiffened, arching her back up off the bed for a moment. As she sank to the bed once more, her orgasm rolled through her like an earthquake, causing her to tremble for nearly a full minute. Devan pulled her fingers from her depths once her quivering died down. This set off a powerful aftershock that caused her to clamp her legs tightly together and arched her back once more. Devan brought her sticky fingers to her mouth, cleaning them and quietly moaning from the taste of her sweet wetness. She lay panting for breath for some time, finally pulling her panties back over her still quivering sex and straightening her nightshirt. She drifted off to sleep with a smile of contentment on her face. ------- Devan heard her parents talking about the slaying the night before when she awoke in the morning. Another young woman had been found murdered, a young man who had apparently been coupling with her unconscious nearby. The murder had happened at a cluster of farms that could almost be called a village, less than a quarter of an hour away at most. Danica was still sound asleep, and Devan's estimation that her younger sister would not rise to go to school at the regular time proved accurate. The Master expected such when a student mastered a strong new spell, and would not be surprised by her late arrival. Devan had to spend a lot of extra time washing, finding that her loins were covered in the dried evidence of the previous night's masturbation. She could not remember having ever been that wet before, and the soft, intense orgasm that she had experienced was something that was entirely new to her as well. Devan knew there was no way she was going to convince her mother to let her leave that evening without a fight, so she decided to circumvent the argument. She waited until her mother was busy with chores, leaving her a note stating that she was going to stay in town with a friend that night. A bag of clothing and other necessities in hand, she hurried away before anyone could see her hasty departure. Calling upon a few of her friends, Devan found the town abuzz with the news of the murder the night before. The young woman had a loose reputation in the area, and thus she was well known to nearly everyone through that infamy. It hit closer to home than the previous slayings, and all Devan's friends were in a virtual state of panic. Devan was about ready to just surrender and go home, thinking there was no chance Serhan or anyone else would come out tonight. She walked toward the wagon yard where Serhan worked and all thoughts of returning home fled from her instantly. Serhan was lifting a heavy load into one of the wagons preparing for departure. He was bare-chested, glistening with sweat, and every firm muscle in his body rippled as he worked. Devan instantly felt her juices flowing and knew there was no way she was leaving town without seeing him tonight. She also knew there was little chance she would be able to resist her desire to couple with him this night, carefully laid plans be damned. He had a hold on her heart, and her body seemed a complete slave ready to satisfy his every whim. A woman a few years older than Devan approached while she stood enraptured by the sight of Serhan at work. Erin had been a student at the school, but had never really acquired the drive or skill to work the Art well. She had eventually dropped out upon marrying, but was still close with many of the students, Devan included. Devan managed to break away from her trance, walking along with Erin to the well to draw some water. Erin had hardly missed Devan's state upon encountering her, and they talked in low whispers about Serhan, giggling often, as they returned to Erin's house. When Erin discovered that Devan meant to stay in town that night, she asked if Devan wished to stay with her. Her husband was away from town, and she certainly welcomed the company, especially with the news of a killer on the loose. Devan agreed, glad to have a place to stay so she would not have to return home, and the pair chatted throughout the day. As the hours moved toward evening, Devan's anticipation steadily increased. Her arousal also returned, growing ever stronger by the minute. As during her walk, her arousal mixed with troublesome thoughts about Serhan that pointed to her heart trying to weasel its way into her plans. ------- Once again, the sound of coins changing hands broke the silence of a shadowy structure. "I told you, I'm that good." "Well, you'll have to wait now before you'll have a chance to try your luck for the last. Everyone is on edge and there isn't likely to be a soul outside tonight. You'll not make your mark this day, and I doubt you'll do so in time to meet the agreement." "We'll see about that. Haven't you learned yet not to underestimate me?" "Know this; if things start getting out of control, I'm gone. I'll not be left in any situation that puts me in danger." A derisive snort pierced the silence. "You're a coward." "I'm practical." "I suggest you practice that practicality, and don't try to cheat me of what I'm owed." "I don't owe you anything yet, but I know better than to go back on my word." "Just remember that. The night creeps up on us, time to get to work." ------- Serhan was easy to spot in the square this night, because he was the only one there. The sense of fear in town was absolutely palpable, and not a single one of the other young men and women who usually frequented the square had dared to come this evening. Devan sauntered up to him, wearing a scandalously transparent cream-colored top and a daringly short matching skirt. She walked quickly, and did little to hide the desire in her eyes. Spending the better part of the day daydreaming about Serhan had left little doubt in her mind where she would let things go tonight. "It looks like we have the square all to ourselves," Serhan said when she reached him, lifting one of her hands and kissing the back of it while looking up into her eyes. Devan blushed and demurely cast her eyes downward for a moment. Her heart leapt in her chest when he made the gesture, and that frustrated Devan more than a little once she realized her heart was trying to take over the situation. She decided there was one quite simple way to overcome those softer feelings, and it was something just as powerful within her at the moment. Devan let all the desire and arousal within her show in her expression as she spoke. "Maybe we should let the square have a break from being trampled on tonight and go somewhere else." "Did you have somewhere in mind?" "Somewhere private," Devan suggested with a crooked smile. Serhan perked up, and Devan noticed something else was perking up as well. That interesting bulge in the front of his trousers was growing even larger, and even more interesting. "I think I know a place," he responded and offered her his hand. Devan smiled and allowed him to lead her away from the square toward the edge of town. She soon guessed where they were going, to an abandoned house with a few ramshackle outbuildings that had stood empty for a few years now. The family that had lived there had simply packed up and left one day without a word. The townsfolk had considered tearing down the one room dwelling and its outbuildings several times, but had always hesitated, thinking that perhaps the family might return. The couple reached the small dwelling and Serhan led her toward it, confirming Devan's suspicion. Rumor had it that many a young couple had used the old tumbledown house as a place to have their first sexual encounter. The location was far enough out on the edge of town that sounds of pleasure — even loud ones — would not carry with any volume to any other house in town. When Serhan opened the door, the light of the full moon shining through the dingy windows revealed numerous makeshift pallets covering the floor of the building. Most looked like they were well used — to say the least — but a pair appeared to be newly put together. One even had a blanket upon it that looked like a recent arrival. Devan's coy smile as she spoke revealed beyond any doubt that she was kidding and knew exactly why they were there. "Hmm, no chairs. Where ever will we sit and talk?" Serhan smiled back, obviously knowing what she was thinking. "We could sit over there, it's pretty clean," he said, gesturing toward the pallet with the newer blanket. Devan sauntered over to the pallet and knelt down, Serhan right behind her. When he knelt down, Devan pulled him close and kissed him with a hot passion. The kiss lasted for some time, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, and they broke from it hesitantly. "I think I want to do more than talk," Devan said in a husky, passion-laden whisper. "Are you sure you want to?" The question was surely only for Devan's benefit, because his arousal was obvious in his manner and the evidence of his erection showing through his trousers. "Gods yes, Serhan. I want you." The two lovers simultaneously leaned in to kiss again, and Devan began to tug at the hem of his shirt. She moaned into the kiss as her fingers ran over his rippled abdominal muscles. He broke from the kiss and pulled his shirt off, any self-control he may have exhibited before now utterly drained away. Devan ran her hands over his bare chest, his well-defined muscles twitching from her touch. She twirled a finger through his small triangle of chest hair, and then leaned back to slowly pop open the buttons on her top. Serhan stroked her leg and watched with rapt attention as each button revealed a little more of her soft skin. When the third button came undone, Devan's breasts popped free of the cloth, the rock-hard nipples pointing straight at Serhan. Devan unhooked the last three buttons much more quickly, letting the cloth pool to the floor behind her with a shrug of her shoulders. He reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands, causing Devan to moan and let her head loll back. The action also thrust her breasts forward toward him, and he rubbed her nipples with his fingers in response. Devan pulled him close and kissed him again, her breasts firmly pressed against his chest. When she pulled away from the kiss this time, she used the hands that were on his cheeks to guide his head down to her breasts. He needed little guidance, suckling her left nipple between his lips only a second after she indicated her desire. He looked up into her eyes as he teased both her erect buds with his lips and tongue. Devan quietly gasped in pleasure, from both the feeling and the passion in his eyes. Devan reached down and pressed her hand between his legs as he continued to send electric pulses shooting through her whole body with his practiced mouth. She moaned deeply as she traced the line of the bulge in his trousers with her finger. He was every bit as big as the last man she had been with, and she remembered very well how good he had felt buried deep inside her. After a few rubs of Devan's fingers over his member, Serhan released her nipple for a moment to stand and remove his now constrictive trousers and underpants. His cock throbbed inches from Devan's face, and she couldn't have resisted if she wanted to. She wrapped her hand around the shaft — a long expanse uncovered both above and below — and slowly rasped her hand over his flesh. With a look up into his eyes, she smiled and kissed the head of his cock. He laid his hands on her shoulders with a growl of pleasure that intensified in the next moment as Devan's lips wrapped around him. She sucked on just the purple head, swirling her tongue over it, while continuing to rasp her hand over his shaft. A drop of pre-cum oozing from him caused her to shiver when its flavor filled her mouth. She had only taken this to its ultimate conclusion once, and the first drop he offered made her all the more hungry for him to explode in her mouth. That desire was at war with another inside her, however, and the other was quickly winning. Her pussy was dripping, aching to be filled, and refused to be ignored. At last, she could bear the intense heat of her need no longer, and let him slip from her mouth. Devan stood up next to him and raised a finger before her face, instructing him to wait a second. She worked her fingers in the gestures of a spell, speaking the words in the spidery language of magic. When she finished the words, she laid her hand over her tummy and looked. She could see a cool blue glow beneath her hand, and moaned in anticipation knowing what the color meant. He looked a little confused, but his expression quickly changed when she jerked her skirt down off her hips and kissed him harder than she had yet this night. She kissed her way toward his ear and whispered, "My spell says I can't get pregnant now. I want you to come with me, Serhan. Take me, please." Serhan's eyes dropped immediately to the closely cropped patch of flame-red hair between her legs. When her words finally registered, he looked back up into her eyes, his own eyes wide with wonder. "Inside you?" "Yes, so deep inside me," she breathlessly whispered, reaching out and stroking his throbbing member with one hand. Devan then knelt down and leaned back, begging him with her eyes. When her back reached the blanket below, she parted her legs and ran a finger along the glistening part of her labia, moaning, "Please, Serhan — I need it." He snapped out of his trance of anticipation, realizing that it was only his continuing hesitation that was keeping him from fulfilling the very desire he anticipated. He dropped to his knees between her parted legs and edged forward until he was poised at her entrance. She parted her lips with her fingers and moaned, "I can't wait. Please don't make me wait." He showed only the slightest evidence of youthful inexperience as he penetrated her, getting the angle wrong only once before the flared head of his cock slid between her slick lips and inside her. A long, low moan erupted from Devan as she felt him push against her walls. Her muscles contracted and trapped him about half inside her at first, but after a gasp and a pair of quick, explosive breaths, she relaxed enough to allow his long cock to fully enter her. Serhan groaned, and a quavering gasp erupted from Devan as her body quivered beneath him. A much louder, higher-pitched gasp escaped her as he withdrew and pushed back into her depths. Devan looked down, watching as Serhan's shaft pumped in and out of her, coated in a creamy sheath of her wetness. He alternated between watching her breasts bounce under his thrusts, the look of ecstasy on her face, and the same fascinating sight of his pussy-slick cock thrusting into her depths. Devan had never felt her inner fires surge so quickly. He was just slightly thicker than the biggest of the two men she had coupled with before, and the regular rhythm with which he stroked her revealed a level of experience she certainly had not felt before. It almost felt as though she literally had a fire within her, a hot sensation that slowly spread from her depths throughout her body. She gasped with every powerful thrust of his hips that drove his steel home within her. When he withdrew to thrust again, every indrawn breath she took had a high-pitched squeal of pleasure within it. Soon her breathing outpaced his thrusts as the heat within her reached an almost painful intensity. Her eyes opened wide as she experienced a sensation as if she was hovering off the pallet, suspended in the air for a moment. Her ears closed and she could hear the fast pace of her own heartbeat echoing within them. Then the hot pressure that had built up inside her uncoiled, every ounce of the energy surging toward her sex in a rush as she came. She screamed her pleasure to the roof for a moment, and then her body contracted, pulling her head and shoulders up off the pallet as the scream continued. She sucked in a breath and then screamed, "Yes, yes, yes," as another rolling wave of climax gripped her body. When she opened her eyes, she could see a strain in Serhan's face. He gripped her thighs hard and slammed his cock even harder into her. Devan's upper body dropped to the pallet once more, and her screams turned to staccato yelps as he pounded her. With a growled scream of release, Serhan slammed into her depths one final time. Devan loosed a loud moan as she felt his seed spurting into her, bringing a delightful, rapidly spreading warmth with it. She lay her hands over her mound and tummy, continuing to moan, closing her eyes and shuddering from the power of her orgasm and the incredible feeling of Serhan's hot cream filling her full. Serhan leaned forward, gasping for breath. Every twitch of his cock within her caused Devan's walls to contract around him, which in turn caused him to throb powerfully. The chain reaction continued for several moments before it died down. He pulled from her with a loud gasp, and then collapsed next to the still quivering woman. Both had trouble catching their breath, and so they lay in silence except for their gasps for long minutes. At long last, Devan was able to regain control of her voice. "Serhan I loved it." She barely caught the near slip and corrected it just in time. She had almost said, I love you, and that was the last thing she was ready for at the moment, regardless of how wonderful she felt. "I can't... Can't believe how good it felt to come inside you." "Mmm, me too. It's so warm," Devan moaned, and then put her fingers between her legs to gather up a dollop of their mingled juices that was seeping from inside her. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean with a shiver, the taste so intense it spread a chill through her for a moment. The chill rapidly retreated from the still glowing warmth in her belly, however. Devan turned toward one of the dingy windows, thinking she had seen a glimpse of movement there. She stared for a few moments, and then decided it was her imagination. At this point, she didn't care if anyone saw her lying naked with Serhan's cum dripping from her anyway. Serhan rolled over on his back, and Devan noticed he was still about half hard. She asked, "Can you go again?" He shrugged and answered, "I don't know. I've never tried." Devan's face broke out in a wicked smile. "You never know what you can do until you try." With that, she leaned over him and engulfed his cock in her mouth. She moaned as the first stroke of her lips cleaned their juices from him, drawing a loud gasp from him. Her head bobbed rapidly over his lap, and she moaned in delight as she felt him surging to hardness once more. As soon as he was fully hard again, Devan released him and got up on her hands and knees. "Take me." Serhan let out a short, grunting moan and moved behind her. He used his hand to guide his cock to her wet heat and pushed inside her with a single thrust. "Oh YES," she gasped as he once again filled her with his wonderfully thick erection. Every thrust of his hips caused Devan's breasts to swing, and she growled her pleasure as he stoked her fires once more. Devan felt one of his hands release its grip on her hips, and then felt a gentle smack on her ass. "Mmm yeah — I like that." Serhan chuckled and spanked her ass again, a little harder this time. "Oh yes, take me," Devan growled. He gave her a few more spanks, the last one reaching a point where it was almost painful, and then gripped her hip once more. When his hand closed on her, he slammed home into her depths even harder. He penetrated her even deeper now than before, and the feeling caused Devan's eyes to roll up in her head as she gasped, "Oh — oh, yes! Don't stop! I'm almost there! Don't stop! Oh — harder! Please, harder!" Serhan slightly adjusted his stance, spreading his knees a bit farther apart, and managed to do as she asked. The speed and power of his thrusts actually caused her hands to slide forward, and she barely managed to maintain her balance. "Oh yes, I'm going to come," she gasped out, and then exploded into orgasm. She let her hands slide forward and her upper body rest on the pallet as she screamed in release. The change in angle caused his still rapidly thrusting shaft to hit her in new places, and her scream spiked higher even as did the power of her climax. The tight grip of Devan's pleasure partially released her, and she rose back up onto her hands once more. She turned to look back at Serhan, flipping her hair out of her face, "Oh YES. Take me. I want to feel you cum in my pussy again." Serhan let out an animal growl and smiled. "You're going to get it. Damn your pussy feels so good." "Mmm, give it to me." Devan's pleasure once more mounted under his assault, and she watched his face as he continued to pound her. The two of them dripped with sweat now, and loud slapping sounds echoed through the building as their flesh clashed together. "Here it... Ahhh!" Serhan gasped as his balls tightened, squeezing jets of hot cream into Devan's warm embrace. When the heat of the first spurt exploded within her, Devan's orgasm followed. For long seconds, neither of them could do anything but gasp as their bodies twitched from the electric pulses of pleasure running through them. Then, Devan's strength drained from her and she collapsed to the pallet. Serhan collapsed atop her as well, still buried deep inside her. Devan started to fidget a short while later, and Serhan pulled his almost completely soft member from her with a gasp. He lay down next to her and she rolled over on her back. They looked at each other while smiling for a few minutes, just basking in the afterglow. Serhan was obviously growing drowsy, and had difficulty keeping his eyes open. Devan rose up to her knees and patted his cheek. "Wake up, sleepy head. You should probably clean up, and I need to go pee." He sat up as Devan stood up and asked, "What if someone sees you?" Devan shivered and smiled at him. "You know — I really don't care at the moment." He laughed and looked around for something he could use to wipe off the slippery juices coating him. Devan walked outside the small run-down dwelling and squatted to pee. Her eyebrows rose when she saw how much cum was dripping from her as she did it. "Oh my," she muttered and then chuckled. When she walked back in the building, Serhan was staring at her with a wide smile. She smiled back and strutted toward him, snatching the semi-clean rag he had used to wipe the evidence of their lovemaking from his member. She gently rubbed it over her outer lips, trying to get the biggest part of the sticky cream off her. The rag wasn't that clean, and she didn't feel comfortable touching her sex with it more than necessary. The next time she did this, she decided that she was bringing her own blanket, and her own rag to clean up. "I should probably get home. My folks were worried enough about me leaving tonight," Serhan explained as he bent to pick up his clothes. "Erin will probably be worrying about me to." "Who is Erin?" "A friend here in town. I'm staying with her tonight," Devan explained as she bent to retrieve her own clothes. When she looked back at Serhan as she spoke, she saw him staring with a smile at her bottom as she bent. She chuckled and spanked her ass, drawing a laugh from him. "So you don't have to go all the way home tonight?" Devan shook her head. "No, I don't have far to walk at all, really. I'll be fine. She lives on this side of town." Serhan tugged on his shirt and straightened his clothing. "I probably should hurry home, if you're sure you'll be fine?" "I'll be fine, but don't go running off until I've gotten a kiss." He waited while she finished dressing, and then walked over to her and enfolded her in his arms. They kissed deeply, for the first time without heat of desire for each other behind it. That need was sated for the moment, and it allowed Devan to feel something a little different. It scared her a little, because she had been hurt once before, but at the moment, it felt right. The couple left together, holding hands as they walked, parting with another kiss when their paths diverged. Devan had almost reached Erin's house when she noticed something odd about the way her spell component bag was hanging. Opening it, she found that the small amber rod she kept there was missing, "Damn, I must have dropped it when I was getting undressed." Devan sighed and turned around, heading back toward the run-down building where she and Serhan had made love. Something caught Devan's attention off in the darkness as she neared the structure. She could have sworn she saw something moving, but after staring for a minute or two, she decided it must have been her imagination, or some animal. She kept her fingers wrapped tightly around a small packet of bat guano, ready to hurl a fireball, just in case. Devan found her amber rod exactly where she had expected to, lying on the floor near the pallet she had shared with Serhan. She giggled and blushed a little when she saw the enormous wet spot on the blanket, not having paid enough attention to notice it earlier. This time, the movement she saw outside the window was accompanied by the sound of a twig breaking. Devan stood perfectly still, staring at the window and the door both equally, now frightened and wondering who or what was following her. ------- "I believe that fulfills our bargain? You saw me take her, I trust?" Coins clinked. "Yes, I underestimated you and overestimated her, okay?" "I underestimated her — she fucks like a bitch in heat! I may just have to keep fucking her until the next wager." Outside the door, Devan fumed. She had finally grown tired of standing in the dilapidated house waiting for whatever was stalking her, and went outside. She had seen nothing, but she had heard faint sounds coming from the storage shed, like the sound of an old rusty-hinged door opening. She had recognized Serhan's voice the moment he spoke. She was just about to kick the door open and claw his eyes out when she heard the sound of a twig snapping behind her. Devan spun and saw a man in a dark cloak behind her, holding a knife. "You a pretty one. Maybe you be nice and I not have to cut your throat first?" Fear and revulsion both warred in Devan's gut. When the man took a step toward her, she spat out the words of the magic missile spell. The man's eyes went wide and he growled when the missiles slammed into him. He staggered as Devan ran back toward the house. When she turned to look, the killer was running toward her with his knife upraised. Reaching into her silken bag, she pulled out the first thing she found, some peppercorns. Quickly intoning a spell, she hurled the peppercorns toward the approaching man. They transformed into small fireballs in flight, and knocked the man to his knees when they exploded against his chest. Now more angry than afraid, Devan pulled out the amber rod she had retrieved only a short while before, as well as a small tuft of rabbit fur. While the killer tried to rise, she spoke the words of the lightning bolt spell and rubbed the fur over the rod. He almost regained his feet before the lightning bolt struck and hurled him backward several feet. He lay on the grass, his cloak smoking and his knife hurled a dozen or more feet away. Devan started the chant again, pointing the rod at the prostrate form on the ground, but not finishing the spell. She saw his chest rise and fall, and knew he was alive. She kicked him, rod still aimed and ready with only the last word of the spell to speak. He groaned, and offered no other reaction to the kick. The door to the storage shed opened then, and Serhan came out. He quickly ran over to her and put his hand on her arm. "Devan? What are you doing here? Are you alright?" Devan turned and scowled at him. As soon as she saw the scowl register in his expression, she brought her knee up hard into his groin. His breath exploded from him and he dropped to his knees, coughing. Another young man, whose name Devan couldn't remember, was peeking out from the storage shed. She scowled at him too and he put his hands up before him in a defensive gesture. She looked down at the still pale and groaning Serhan on his knees in front of her. Devan drew back her arm and slapped him hard across the face. "Bastard!" She drew back her leg again, thinking to give him another crack between his legs, but decided against it. The sound of shouts and running feet caused her to turn back toward the town. A pair of militiamen approached with torches, having heard the explosions and observed the flash of light from the lightning bolt. They stared at the scene before them when they skidded to a halt: one man down in smoldering clothing, another cowering in a shed, and one holding his family jewels and looking as though he wished he were unconscious like the one in the smoking cloak. Above them all stood a beautiful, young, red-haired woman who looked extremely angry. Devan walked away from Serhan and the unconscious murderer. "There's the killer who's been about lately. Better tie him up before he recovers from my lightning bolt. He's been raping those girls too, because he said he was going to do it to me. Make sure whoever judges him knows that." One of the guardsmen gestured as if to block her without actually barring her path with his arm. "Are you alright, Miss?" "I'm fine," Devan snapped and walked back to Erin's house without another word to anyone. ------- Devan stood in front of the wagon, her father sitting above on the seat holding the reins and wearing a smile that was a mixture of sadness and pride. Standing in front of Devan were her teary-eyed mother, sister, and brother. "I can't believe you're moving away," Danica sniffled. "I can't learn anything more here, and the reward gave me enough coin to live on my own now. I can find an apprenticeship in Destindale and learn more powerful magic. It's not that far away, Sis, and I'll come visit. You can come see me too, you know?" "I know," Danica responded with a weak smile and hugged her sister. Her little brother stuck out his lip and said, "I'll miss you, Debin." Devan laughed and tousled his hair. "I'll miss you too, you little weasel, but I won't miss you hiding my things! You'd better be a good boy. There are more than enough bad ones around." He laughed and went to hide behind his mother's skirts. "You're all grown up now, and Danica won't be long behind you. It'll just be us and Daniel soon," Devan's mother said with tears rolling down her cheeks. Devan hugged her mother. "I'll come visit, and I'll stay for a few days on every holiday — I promise. I love you, Mom." Her mother wiped her eyes, sniffled, and then said, "Now go, before I change my mind and get a switch to chase you back in the house." Devan laughed and climbed up in the wagon next to her father. He gathered her up in a hug as well, and then waved to the rest of the family before clucking his tongue and twitching the reins. The family watched the wagon recede into the distance, even as Devan watched her childhood home do the same. When they topped a rise, Devan turned in the direction they were traveling once more. The future was in front of her. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-07-04 Last Modified: 2007-07-04 / 09:28:57 pm Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------