Storiesonline.net ------- Sister's Shadow by Darkniciad Copyright© 2006 by Darkniciad ------- Description: Danica has always felt as though she lived her life in her sister's shadow. She struggles with her magic, as a student with a grudge against her, and Devan, plots revenge. Along the way, Danica discovers the wonders of sex for the first time, though darker discoveries await her as well. (mf=16-17 yrs.) Codes: mf fant slow rom 1st cons het oral mastrb pett ------- ------- Chapter 1 "Excellent!" The praise from the Master of the school brought a smile to Danica's face. There was true exuberance in that single word and the clap that accompanied it. Danica maintained her concentration, using the telekinetic magic she was commanding to fill the rest of the tin cups from a heavy earthenware pitcher. It wasn't easy, considering she had a wisp of her auburn hair tickling her ear unmercifully. The last cup filled, Danica directed the magic to place the pitcher back on the table, and then released her spell. She had filled all twenty cups, and had not spilled a drop. The old grey-bearded master again clapped his hands, then laid his arm over Danica's shoulder and declared, "Wonderful Danica! Your command of telekinetic magic is truly strong. You have only just learned the spell, and you command it better than I could." Color flooded Danica's cheeks as a result of the Master's strong praise. She knew he would never overstate anything related to magic, and thus he must truly believe his words. "It took your sister weeks to learn to command the telekinetic magic properly," he chuckled a moment before continuing. "She always said it was a worthless magic and a waste of time to learn." Danica's joy drained out of her upon mention of Devan. Danica loved her sister, and respected her command of magic, but she was so tired of comparisons to Devan. Anything she did inevitably brought mention of how Devan had handled it before her. Comments about something she was wearing always brought along with them mentions of something similar her sister had worn. Even when boys were whispering about the size of her breasts, they almost always remarked about how they were bigger than Devan's. Danica sighed, "Devan's probably right. I could amaze crowds in taverns by filling their drinks from across the room, I suppose." The old master winced slightly, realizing what he had said; unwittingly doing something he knew bothered Danica while expressing his joy over her command of the new spell. "Danica dear, you must never discount the usefulness of any spell. The telekinetic magic can be used to form a shield, protecting you from arrows and spears, it can disarm an opponent from afar, it can be used to..." Danica cut him off, spinning and walking back toward the desk where her spellbook lay, "Annoy an ogre when I can't summon up a lightning bolt to kill it." Following Danica, the old master said, "You worry too much over a single, commonly used spell. The Wizard who spends their lives hurling nothing but fireballs and lightning bolts is quite limited. Magic is a subtle weapon, and creative use of it is much preferred to simple brute force." "A single, commonly used spell that nearly any Wizard would have learned long ago. I'm probably lucky I managed to figure out the fireball," Danica responded and let out a blast of air that had a distinctly dismissive sound. "And do you not now have strong command of that spell? Can you not hurl fireballs with impunity and stand ready to cast the spell again? Have you not been able to summon the spell without use of its material components?" Danica rolled her eyes and replied, "Yes." Knowing Danica well, the aged Wizard knew he was going to make no headway at the moment. Danica was too busy feeling sorry for herself, and she would simply have to work through that on her own before she would be willing to listen again. "Why don't you return home early today? The harvest festival begins this night, after all." Danica closed her eyes and mastered her frustration for a moment before she spoke, "I'm sorry, Master. I'm just having so much trouble. I feel like you're leading me around by the hand, while the other students move on and study on their own without guidance." Laying a hand on her shoulder, he said, "I apologize for comparing you to Devan, Danica, I was not thinking because I was truly impressed by your command of the telekinetic magic." A slight smile crept onto Danica's face as she stood up and said, "Thank you, Master. I think I'll return home early, like you said." "Enjoy the festival dear, let some of the burdens of your heart fade, and then perhaps the lightning bolt will come to you when you return to your studies." Danica nodded and closed her spellbook, stowing it in the bag hanging at her hip. She left the building quickly, not wanting to be seen leaving early by the other students, especially Dunthain. ------- Danica didn't escape the school quite quickly enough, and her hopes that Dunthain would not see her were in vain. "There she goes," Dunthain snorted, watching Danica hurry out the front door of the school. One of Dunthain's cronies, a younger apprentice named Herad stood next to him as he scowled in Danica's direction. "I don't get it Dunthain, why do you hate her so much?" Turning to scowl at the young man, Dunthain replied, "Do you really want to go back to the way it was when her bitch sister was here showing us all up?" Herad cringed under Dunthain's stare, "No, you know we don't. But, she's not really..." "Then shut up and just do what I tell you to." ------- Danica slowed her pace once she was out of sight of the school. She had no idea if she was going to be able to go to the festival or not, despite the suggestion from the Master. Scowling, she thought, I'm sixteen, almost seventeen! Mom still treats me like a three year old! Just because I got drunk once, she doesn't want me going anywhere alone. I'm an adult, why can't she treat me like one? Kicking a rock hard and watching it tumble down the road didn't really make her feel any better. Approaching the house, something immediately struck Danica as odd. She didn't see her father anywhere out in the field. A few hired hands were out harvesting the crops, but her father was not working side by side with them, as he always did. Daniel was absent as well, and she couldn't imagine why he wouldn't be outside playing at this time of day. Danica quickened her pace, wondering if something was wrong. Her mother had not been in the best of health lately, and Danica prayed to any god that would listen as she walked toward the house that she wouldn't get that sort of news when she reached the house. Every frustration she had regarding her mother vanished in the face of that possibility, replaced by the love of a daughter. Danica breathed a sigh of relief when she opened the front door and found her family sitting at the table with wide smiles on their faces. Her entire family was present, including Devan. "You're home early," Devan remarked, getting up from her chair and crossing the room to hug Danica. Irritation with the comparisons to her sister earlier evaporated in light of seeing Devan after so many months, the same as frustrations with her mother had disappeared approaching the house. "Devan got into that school she was wanting to study at," Danica's father informed her. Danica smiled, "That's great! They finally stopped giving you excuses at the gate?" Devan chuckled and replied, "Not really, I just went over their heads. I charmed my way in by getting on the good side of one of the Masters. How are your studies going?" Danica's shoulders slumped, "About the same as usual —– badly. I still can't manage the lightning bolt." "What about the telekinesis? You said you had learned that one easily." "I passed the test, for what it's worth," Danica replied with a shrug. Devan's eyes widened, "You passed that test? I got sick of trying and gave up. You must have a knack for telekinetic magic. Show me?" The genuine amazement in Devan's voice left Danica a little taken back. It perked her spirits a little from where they had dropped when asked about her studies. Danica cast the spell and then concentrated on a bowl of apples on the table. She caused each of the apples to rise up out of the bowl one by one, moving in a wide circle through the air over the table to roll back in the bowl at the other end of the arc. Daniel was clapping and laughing, always tickled when one of his sisters used their magic. Devan joined her little brother in his applause, and then joined him in his laughter when Danica's face flushed crimson and a shy smile spread across her face. Their mother laughed as well, saying, "You just got the job of getting things off high shelves and cleaning the cobwebs out of the corner." That crushed Danica's slowly rising spirits, yet again. The statement had been a harmless jest, but to Danica it was like a knife stabbing into her. She felt as if she were in a boat, the way her emotions were rising and falling today. Devan suggested, "You should try to work on the shield, and other things the spell can do. I always said it was worthless, but that was really because I was no good at it and it made me mad. That spell can actually do a lot of useful things, if you aren't completely inept with it like me." Danica wasn't sure whether Devan was serious or not, but she at least looked like she was. Offering a half-smile, she replied, "I will." Turning toward her mother she asked, "Mom, can I go to the festival this evening?" "I don't know," her mother replied with a questioning look on her face. Devan waved her hand in a dismissive gesture and said, "Oh, mom, let her go. I was going to go down to the festival. I'll make sure she doesn't get drunk." That revelation softened the hard look on their mother's face, "Okay then, you can both go." Devan laughed, "Back under your roof for less than an hour, and I already have apron strings wrapped around me." "And you will, for every moment you're here too! I'm still your mother," was the response to that, coupled with a smile and a comically wagging finger. "Come on Danica, I have something I want to give you, and I want to show you a new spell I learned. Then we can get ready and go down early," Devan suggested. Danica nodded and then followed her sister to the room they had shared since they were old enough to remember. ------- "We're going to get caught," Herad warned in a whisper. Turning to scowl at Herad, Dunthain put a finger to his lips to indicate the other young man should be silent. He then pointed at the door, reminding Herad that he was supposed to be watching and listening at the door. Herad walked nervously to his post, and Dunthain rolled his eyes when he saw the other student's hands trembling. Shaking his head, Dunthain turned back to the task that had brought him here. His hands went unerringly to the small drawer assigned to Danica for storage of her spell components and other paraphernalia of the Art. Whispering a spell and pointing at the simple lock caused it to open shortly thereafter. Dunthain reached in and removed a small amber rod, one of the spell components necessary to cast the lightning bolt spell. Putting it into one of his pockets, he replaced it with a rod that looked almost identical, but which was made of magically hardened tree sap. Only natural amber would work as a material component for the spell, and thus the one Dunthain had placed in the drawer would be useless. When he closed the drawer, it locked as it was designed to do. Grinning, he thought, Try and cast a lightning bolt now, Danica. Turning back to his frightened companion, Dunthain ushered him out of the door, and then quickly down the hall toward the exit. Once they were outside and walking the road toward home, Herad remarked, "I don't understand how this is going to get rid of her." "You're an idiot, Herad. She's obsessed with that lightning bolt spell. If she can never cast it, which she won't without a natural amber rod, she'll give up and leave. Then we don't have to worry about her turning out like that bitch Devan and lording over us." Shrugging, Herad asked, "But what if she figures it out?" "She's a girl, she'll never figure it out," Dunthain responded, and then muttered, "Shouldn't be sullying the Art anyway. Women have no place working magic." Herad, knowing Dunthain would launch into a tirade soon, unless distracted, changed the subject to the festival as they continued their walk. Standing at the edge of the magic school, tending his herb garden, the old Master stared at the backs of the boys. He had nearly cast a spell of clairaudience to see what they were talking about, knowing they were probably up to no good, but his conscience had not let him spy upon them. Pursing his lips and scratching his beard, he decided he would keep a close watch on those two for a while. ------- Danica stood in open-mouthed awe as Devan handed her the bag, "Is this a..." "Bag of holding," Devan confirmed, "I thought you might like it. It isn't the prettiest thing in the world, but it will certainly be handy." "But it must have cost you a king's ransom," Danica protested, still staring at the bag in amazement. Devan chuckled, "They're not that expensive." In truth, she hadn't paid a single copper for either the bag she had given Danica, or her own. A few days of strongly suggestive flirting with the man who made them at the school, coupled with exposure of ample amounts of skin, had convinced him to enchant them for free. "Thank you Devan," Danica said with genuine appreciation. The bag would hold nearly anything she could fit through the opening, even things that were far too long to fit inside naturally. Anything inside the bag was weightless as well. Few apprentices had such a bag, although nearly any Wizard worth his salt had one. It would prove useful, just like Devan had said, and it was a status symbol among apprentices as well. Only Dunthain had one at the school. Until now, Danica thought with a smile. "You're welcome. So, is there anybody special you hope to see at the festival?" The crooked smile Devan wore and the twitch of her eyebrows revealed exactly what she meant by the words. Danica smiled and felt her cheeks grow warm, "Jared." Devan tilted her head and nodded with a little sound of approval, "He's handsome enough. So, have you seen what he's got yet?" Danica's cheeks felt as if they were burning red hot upon hearing that, "No, we've only been seeing each other for a couple of months." "Months? What are you waiting for?" "I don't want him to just... If I..." Danica sighed then and whispered, "I don't have any idea what to do." "Have you kissed him?" Danica nodded. "Has he touched your boobs yet?" Again, the burning sensation in Danica's cheeks returned as she nodded her affirmation. "Did you like it?" Devan asked with another twitch of her eyebrows. "Yes," Danica blurted out playfully and laughed, trying to cover her embarrassment, but not so loud that anyone outside the room could hear. "So, what's the problem? Just do what comes naturally, you'll figure it out." Devan broke out into a wide, mischievous grin then, "Wait a minute, let me go get something." Danica gave her sister a questioning look, but Devan only chuckled and held up her index finger before walking past and out of the room. Danica opened her new bag and looked around the room. An earthenware vase she put flowers in would easily fit through the opening of the bag, but never should have been able to fit completely inside the shallow sack. Picking it up, she slipped it inside the bag, which still felt as if it contained nothing, and then withdrew the vase again. Sitting the vase back on the table near the window, Danica sat down on the bed to wait for her sister to return. In a few minutes, Devan walked back in the room with something behind her back. Danica gave Devan a questioning look, which Devan answered with that mischievous smile while closing the door. Walking over to the bed, Devan produced a large, peeled carrot with a flourish. Danica fought hard to keep her face passive. Since Devan had moved out, leaving her alone in the room at night, Danica had started to pleasure herself almost nightly. After a while, her fingers had simply not been enough, and she had discovered that a peeled carrot did some wonderful things for her. In an attempt to keep from revealing those thoughts, Danica shrugged her shoulders and mumbled, "I don't understand." Devan didn't respond, but instead brought the carrot up to her mouth and curled her tongue around the nub where the tip had been cut off. Danica's ears were burning now as she watched Devan swirl her tongue over the tip, then lick the carrot suggestively up and down. Devan held out the carrot toward Danica and said, "You try it now." "This is silly," Danica remarked, but took the carrot. The thought of what it represented, and the fact she had used more than once as a replacement for the real thing before, had her tingling between her legs. "Just do it." Danica stared at the carrot for a moment, then hesitantly brought it to her lips and licked it. Devan moved in close and said, "Look up into his eyes while you're doing it, and be suggestive. The look on your face can drive him just as crazy as your tongue on his cock. Try it again; look like you're eating sweets." Chuckling, Danica tried to do what Devan had said. She licked up and down the carrot, and then flicked her tongue over the tip rapidly on impulse. That made her feel so ridiculous that she started laughing and let the hand with the carrot fall to her side. "That's not bad, and considering he's going to be losing his mind that you're down there anyway, you won't really have to do much to turn his knees to water. Now, try taking it in your mouth," Devan quietly suggested. The tingling between Danica's legs was growing stronger now. She brought the carrot back to her lips and slipped the tip between them. "Now just suck it in. Suck your cheeks in a little. There you go. Not too much, or you'll gag. You'll probably have to wrap your hand around the bottom or he'll be pushing it into your throat. Now back out and back in," Devan instructed as Danica sucked the carrot. Danica pulled the carrot out of her mouth and said, "Do you think a man would like that?" Devan chuckled, "I know he would." "I don't want to get pregnant, though. I don't know if I could stop with... you know." "That's the spell I wanted to show you," Devan responded, "I've actually known it forever, I didn't just learn it. I'll cast it so you can see it, and I've got a copy of it for you in my bag. It's not really very hard; you can probably learn it in a day or so. You could probably learn it before we leave, if you didn't need to change." Devan put one hand over Danica's tummy, down low near her loins, and started to gesture with the other hand while whispering words of magic. Danica listened for the proper inflections and watched the gestures, thinking that the spell would in fact be easy to learn. When Devan finished the spell, Danica looked down and saw a dark blue glow between Devan's hand and her body. "If the glow is blue, you can't get pregnant. I've never seen it that dark before, but it's a little different with everyone. If it's turning purple, you're getting close; you could be fertile at any moment. If it's red, no fun for you," Devan explained. "I'm scared though, Devan, and Mom always said, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free, ' remember?" Devan rolled her eyes, "Most of them aren't looking to buy a cow anyway. May as well get what pleasure you can out of them. I'm not going to lie to you, it's probably going to hurt a little at first, and I wouldn't count on getting there. He probably won't last that long." Danica smoothed back a few hairs that were tickling her and said, "What's the point then?" Devan chuckled, "You'll see when you try it. If he's not too full of himself, you can finish yourself off with your fingers with him inside you. That's what I did the first time. He'll probably jerk out, roll away, and curl up into a ball as soon as it happens though." Danica's cheeks flushed crimson again, "I can't believe I'm talking about sex with my sister." Devan patted her shoulder and said, "That's what older sisters are for. Would you rather talk to Mom?" Danica exclaimed, "Gods no!" Devan laughed, "So, there you go. You'll know when it's time. You won't be able to think about anything else, and it will just happen. Make sure you've cast the spell first, unless it happens tonight." Devan said the last with that knowing smirk on her face again. "I don't think I'm ready, I couldn't do it." "I didn't think so either," Devan retorted playfully. "Don't worry about it. Let's just get ready and go down to the festival. I won't hang over you all night; I'm planning to have some fun. Don't you dare get too drunk though, or Mom will take the switch to both of us." "I won't." "So let's find you something to wear then, and something to cover it up so Mom will let you out of the house." Danica laughed as they both walked toward Danica's clothes chest. ------- Having stopped in the barn to abandon the conservative clothing that they wore to avoid their mother's wrath, both women were now dressed in thin blouses and short skirts. Where once they had nearly looked like twins, Devan was now a sharp contrast to Danica. Devan had long, bright red hair and a trim body. Danica had grown into a curvier figure, with breasts far larger than her sister had, which were hardly small, and hips to balance them. Each had her own beauty, equal but different, though a person would have been hard pressed to convince Danica of that fact. Right now, though, she wasn't thinking about that. Danica was anticipating the festival, meeting Jared, and drinking wine. Not too much wine, because she had made a promise and she remembered how awful she had felt the next morning when she had last stumbled home in a drunken stupor. They encountered one of Devan's friends as they approached the town, and Devan stopped to catch up with her. Danica stood behind her sister, feeling invisible, and trying to tell herself that Devan had been gone for months, and it was natural that everyone would be excited to see her. It didn't really work. Standing behind Devan, getting impatient to reach the festival, she shook her head when she noticed she was standing in Devan's shadow, made long by the setting sun. A bitter laugh echoed through her head as she thought, "Standing in Devan's shadow, the story of my life." "I'm going on ahead," Danica said as she walked around the two friends, somehow managing to keep the bitterness she felt out of her voice. "Okay, I'll be there soon," Devan replied and waved. Danica picked up her pace, thinking about meeting Jared again, knowing she would be the center of his world once they were together, and that she would forget everything but him as well. ------- Danica indeed did forget her troubles as she walked through the festival with Jared. His eyes kept roving to the swell of her breasts and her legs, when he thought she wasn't looking. It made her blush, but also brought back that tingle between her legs. The wine was also starting to make her a little giddy, and loosening her inhibitions. Danica spent quite a bit of time admiring Jared as well. He was handsome, as Devan had said, and to Danica, heart-wrenchingly so. His dark hair stood in spikes, always looking just a little mussed, no matter what he did with it. He had a square jaw and rugged features, softened now by a roguish grin as he walked with Danica. Toned and tanned still, from hunting with his father throughout the summer, Jared was a striking figure. Jared asked, "What are you thinking about?" Jared's question snapped Danica back into reality, and she realized she had been staring. A shy smile crept across her face and she blushed, "I was just thinking that you look really handsome." "You look beautiful, Danica." Danica responded with a soft, short laugh, the color in her cheeks deepening, "Thank you Jared." The sun was nearly set, but the festival was only growing wilder and louder by the minute. The wine and beer were both flowing freely, the townsfolk enjoying a rare night without thinking about the next day's chores. Jared guided Danica away from the festival, toward the rest of the town, nearly abandoned by the townsfolk. Danica knew what he had in mind, and she was hardly ill disposed toward the idea. The tingling between her legs was spreading through her body now, mixing with a light feeling in her head from the wine. Jared moved toward a large stump that could easily accommodate them both sitting. The rapidly approaching night would soon leave the stump shrouded in darkness as well. Bushes concealed the stump on three sides, with the open side faced toward an outbuilding, further shielding the spot from view. A few giggles and moans reached their ears from various places nearby, but not too close, revealing that Jared and Danica were not the only ones thinking to take advantage of the privacy afforded by the festival and the darkness. Jared stopped and made a gesture toward the stump, inviting Danica to sit. Sitting down pulled Danica's skirt up slightly, revealing just a little more leg to his eyes, and he obviously noticed. Jared sat down at the same time as Danica, and reached out to clasp her hand. The look in his eyes was one Danica knew well —– restrained passion. Danica saw it every time they were alone with the opportunity to explore certain feelings that were becoming more difficult to ignore each day. Running her tongue lightly across her lips, Danica smiled and leaned forward. Their lips met, and Danica's skin broke out into goose bumps. Jared's hand lightly caressed her cheek as they kissed, and Danica ran her fingers through his hair. Danica shivered when their lips parted, "That was wonderful." Jared once again graced her with that roguish smile, "Maybe we could try to beat it." The sound Danica made upon hearing those words was a combination of a laugh and a moan. Jared took the initiative and kissed Danica again, with a great deal more passion this time. Jared wrapped his arms around her, pulling Danica close as they kissed. Their tongues explored each other in a twining dance; Danica's hands moving to caress Jared's back. The tingle between Danica's legs intensified, and she felt her nipples hardening to press against her blouse. Danica gasped as they broke from the kiss, "I love you Jared," she said in a breathless whisper. "I love you Danica," Jared replied, his hand moving to her thigh and stroking it. Danica trembled and her eyes rolled up in her head for just a moment from that touch, "That feels good." "I want to do more," Jared whispered. Danica's breath caught in her throat for a moment, and then she whispered, "So do I." Jared's eyes fell upon Danica's turgid nipples, obvious through her blouse, "Can I see them?" Even in the faint light, Danica's embarrassment was obvious in her face. So too, however, was her arousal. Danica bit her lower lip and looked around; listening intently for sounds that would reveal that anyone was close. She didn't see or hear anything, and after another moment of hesitation, she smiled slightly and moved her fingers toward the top button of her blouse. Jared stared at her chest as Danica unhooked first one, then another button. The second button opening revealed just a hint of the swell of her breasts, and the third uncovered a great deal more. Danica looked around again warily, and then popped loose the fourth button. Jared was breathing heavily as he watched Danica reveal the large globes. He gasped when she pulled the material aside to free her breasts from the confining cloth. Her nipples were pebble-hard, pointing straight at him, begging for attention. Raising his hand, he looked up into Danica's eyes and asked, "Can I touch them?" Danica smiled again and nodded her head. Jared reached out and cupped her right breast in his hand, causing a strong shudder to run all through Danica's body. "They're so big, so beautiful," Jared mused as he caressed her, "Does that feel good?" "Oh yes," Danica softly moaned. Jared moved a finger across Danica's pinky-sized nipples, fascination obvious in his eyes. Danica drew in a sharp, deep breath, and laid her hand on Jared's back. "Would you like me to kiss them?" Danica gasped, "Oh, gods yes!" All thoughts of moving slowly evaporated from Danica's mind as Jared leaned forward to plant a kiss on the swell of her left breast. Any hesitation that remained vanished instantly when he closed his lips around the nipple a moment later and suckled it. Danica's hand went to the back of Jared's head, pulling him against her. Danica's eyes closed as Jared explored her breasts with his lips and tongue. He was moaning slightly, and Danica echoed the sound, both of them doing their best to remain quiet. They didn't want to alert anyone to their presence, and more importantly, they didn't want anyone to see what they were doing. Some sound must have startled Jared, because he pulled away from her quickly and started looking around. Danica quickly pulled her blouse closed and fumbled to get the buttons closed again. They both glanced about nervously for several moments, but saw nothing. When he decided nobody was around, Jared asked, "Did you like that?" "It felt so good," Danica replied, her eyes drawn to the bulge in his trousers. Tentatively, she reached out toward it, hesitating a moment and looking up into Jared's eyes. His expression made it obvious that he had no objections whatsoever. Danica lay her hand over his concealed manhood, both of them shuddering as she wrapped her hand around it, "It's so hard," she whispered. Jared glanced around again, and then reached down to untie the knot in his trousers. Danica continued to caress his hard organ beneath the cloth as he loosened the knot. Jared then hooked his thumbs under the waist and pulled the trousers down, Danica moving her hand away at the same time. Danica gasped, "It's gorgeous," once his cock slipped free into the cool night air. Between two fingers and three fingers wide, it was about as long as Danica's hand with her fingers stretched out. It stood out away from his body, and twitched slightly with his heartbeat, the head swollen and purple. Danica wrapped her hand around his stiff manhood, letting out a little sound of surprise when she felt him pulse in her grip. She stroked it slowly, licking her lips unconsciously as she considered what her sister had shown her earlier. Jared let out a stifled groan of pleasure as her hand rasped slowly over his flesh. On a sudden impulse fueled by the desire that was building rapidly inside her, Danica slid down off the stump onto her knees in front of him. Jared's eyes went wide with surprise, but he had enough presence of mind to part his knees, giving her room to get between them. Danica remembered what her sister had told her, and looked up into his eyes as she leaned forward, letting her desire show in her own eyes. Wrapping her hand around the shaft again, her tongue snaked out and she lapped from her hand to the tip, still looking up into his eyes. Jared's body stiffened and his cock swelled in her hand again. Danica moaned and curled her tongue around the tip. A clear droplet welled up from the slit in his purple helmet, and Danica swirled her tongue over it. The taste was somewhat bitter, and a little salty, but Danica's desire overcame the taste as she continued to lick his throbbing cock. Jared's hands moved to the back of Danica's head, stroking her hair as she lapped his shaft. Danica moved to the tip and kissed it, causing him to twitch again. Parting her lips, she engulfed the head in her mouth. Danica loved the feeling of him throbbing in her mouth, and the sounds of pleasure escaping him, almost too loud, as she sucked up and down over the head and a bit of his shaft. The sound of laughter, far too close for comfort, had them both scrambling to get out of the compromising position they were in. After a few moments of sitting next to each other looking innocent for the sake of anyone who might come across them, they both concluded that they nobody had discovered them. "That felt so incredible," Jared whispered. Danica pursed her lips and said, "There are too many people around here, we're just going to get caught. It's really annoying me." As if to verify that statement, drunken laughter again erupted from a small group of people walking down the road, just beyond the bushes that concealed them. "We should go back to the festival, people are going to notice we're gone," Danica sighed. Jared quietly blurted, "Can I see your pussy, just for a second?" Danica's face burned, but she also still felt the passion burning inside her from what they had already done, "Just for a second," she quietly said. Danica reached down and pulled up her skirt, revealing her cotton panties. Holding the skirt with one hand, she used the other to pull aside her panties, exposing her sex to his wide-open eyes. Jared reached down almost immediately and touched her folds, causing a violent shudder to run through Danica's body. "It's so hot," Jared said, as he wiggled his finger until it slipped between her folds into the wet recesses beyond. Danica moaned, choking it off when she realized how loud it was. Almost immediately, they were again interrupted by the sound of people passing by out on the road. Jared jerked his finger away as Danica smoothed her skirt down. They sat very still for a few moments, until the sounds died down. Then Danica reached beneath her skirt and pulled her panties back over her aching pussy. "We should go," she said with obvious disappointment. Jared nodded, with disappointment obvious in his expression as well. He stood and offered his hand to help Danica rise, and they walked back toward the light of the festival. ------- Devan finally found her sister in the crowd, glad to see that Danica appeared to be keeping her promise and didn't look drunk. Danica sat with Jared on a bench near the well, both of them talking softly and looking deep into each other's eyes. A pang shot through Devan's heart. She remembered feeling how Danica must be feeling now. Curiosity, anticipation, and that warm glow of love wrapped all around her, causing everything else in the world except her and the man she was with to vanish. Shaking her head, Devan thought, Enough of that Devan, Danica will learn in time. Love is a joke; you've been shown that one too many times. Try as she might, Devan still couldn't help feeling a bit jealous of Danica right now. Shaking her head yet again, more violently this time, Devan turned toward the table where the wine casks were. Her mother hadn't admonished her against drinking too much. ------- Chapter 2 Several times, Danica considered sneaking off into the darkness with Jared again. Her stomach felt as if it were full of butterflies and the tingle between her legs was nearly unbearable. It was obvious to her that Jared felt much the same, but they were both too nervous about going any farther to make another move. As the festival wound down, the couple shared a deep, very serious kiss. They had kissed before, many times, but there was something different this time. There were underlying currents of passion, desire, and a spiritual connection that had never been there before when their lips met. They both felt it, and when they broke from the kiss, they simply stared into each other's eyes for quite some time. A peal of laughter, followed by a crash and a curse snapped them out of their trance. Danica blushed, but Jared's cheeks were just as red as hers, and that helped to dull the embarrassment somewhat. "I should get home, my mother will be worrying." "Will you come to town tomorrow?" Jared asked. "If Mother will let me," Danica promised. They continued to hold hands for a few more moments, neither really wanting the night to end, and then regretfully went their separate ways. It didn't take Danica long to find her sister. Devan was laughing and having a good time, and she was obviously quite drunk. "We should probably get home," Danica suggested. Weaving a little, Devan nodded and said, "You're probably right. I'm going to regret this in the morning. Help me in the house, and try to cover for me with Mom. The night air will probably sober me up a bit." Danica chuckled and observed, "I think you'll need more than a little sobering to get past Mom without a fight." They walked down the road toward the edge of town together, and Devan asked, "Where did you sneak off too with Jared earlier?" Even in the faint light, Danica's blush was obvious, "We were just getting away from the noise." "And making some of your own?" "We didn't do anything," Danica insisted. Disbelief was obvious in Devan's voice, "Nothing?" she asked as she tried to turn toward her sister, and walk at the same time. "Well, we didn't really... I mean we never..." Devan leaned up against her sister, throwing them both off-balance. "Okay, so you didn't get him inside you, but you did get a good feel of it, didn't you?" Danica covered her face with one hand for a moment, her cheeks burning, "I wanted it, but there were so many people." Devan could tell Danica was getting uncomfortable, and in truth, she was having trouble talking and walking at the same time. "So find somewhere farther away next time," Devan said and punctuated it with a laugh. "You'd better make us a light; I don't think I could do it right now." Danica cast the spell, and they continued in silence the rest of the way home. ------- Danica was surprised when their mother didn't scold Devan too much. She was very surprised, and pleasantly so, by her mother's silent approval of the fact she was not in that condition. Danica had to help Devan get undressed and into her nightshirt, then guide her into the bed. Devan was sound asleep, and snoring loudly, almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Danica nudged her sister slightly, causing Devan to roll and stop snoring, before getting dressed for bed as well. Danica could not think about anything except how good Jared's cock had felt in her mouth, and how much she had wanted it, as she lay in her bed. When she thought about his mouth on her breasts, and his finger sliding inside her, Danica's breathing quickened. She had masturbated almost nightly since Devan had moved out, and the vivid memories of what she and Jared had done that night only made the ache between her legs stronger. Danica pulled up the front of her nightshirt, unable to bear the throbbing heat any longer, and started to stroke her wet folds. Only a short while later, she was holding her mouth clenched tightly shut, her hips arched upward, with three fingers buried in her tightly clenching canal as she came. Danica collapsed back to the bed when the orgasm let her go, panting for breath, and continuing to stroke her fingers slowly inside her. After only a few moments, her body screamed for more, and Danica's fingers sated that need yet again. She came four times before exhaustion claimed her, falling asleep with her nightshirt still pulled up, her panties pulled away from her sticky folds, and her hand coated in her juices. ------- Devan awoke with a throbbing headache, her own predictions coming true. Rolling over, a sight greeted her that was embarrassing, and somewhat amusing. Danica had kicked the covers off her in the night, and revealed that she had not bothered to pull her panties back over her sex or pull down her nightshirt after her final orgasm the night before. Devan smiled slightly, but then winced when her head started pounding even worse. She could not help but groan, and saw Danica stirring a bit. Devan closed her eyes to feign sleep, but opened one just a slit. Over the obstructing hump of the pillow, she saw Danica start, then hurry to hide the evidence of what she had been doing the night before. When Danica got out of bed, Devan groaned again and got up as well. "Are you okay?" Danica asked her sister. "No, I'm hung-over. Do you have any temlene?" "No, I don't know any spells that use it," Danica replied. Devan groaned again, "Damn, do they have any at the school?" "Yes, we have some there." "Looks like I'm going back to school for a day then, or dying. Right now, I think I'd take dying. I'm not looking forward to walking in the sun with this headache." "It's your own fault," Danica noted with a chuckle. "I know," Devan moaned pitifully. ------- Dunthain stood outside the school, holding court with his fawning lackeys. Seeing a couple of the younger apprentices looking down the road leading to the school, Dunthain turned to see who was approaching, and his blood turned to ice. Devan shielded her eyes with her hand, walking up the road next to her sister. Dunthain growled silently upon seeing the two hated sisters approaching. He had thought he had seen the last of Devan, and now here she was to steal his thunder again. His eyes opened wide when he saw what was hanging at Danica's hip, a bag of holding. Dunthain glanced down for a moment at his own enchanted bag, and then back up at the approaching women, his eyes narrowing and his fists clenching tight. His toadies were already starting to wander away, and other students were hurrying to greet Devan. Dunthain turned with a snarl, stalking into the school so he wouldn't have to look any longer. Not only had the great bitch returned, but now her cow sister also had a bag of holding, something that had been a badge of honor only he had possessed previously. As he walked down the hall toward a private study room to brood, Dunthain thought, Just making you look like a fool isn't going to be enough now, Danica. ------- The tea Devan brewed from the temlene at the school dulled her headache and gave her reason not to die on the spot, although the trip had certainly caused her to consider it. Still sipping the tea, she sat with Danica, watching her sister trying to learn the fertility detection spell. Danica could feel the warmth starting to rise in her blood, and she knew she was getting the words right. The spell really was very easy, and it was falling into place in her mind without any trouble. Devan sat next to her, smiling encouragingly, as Danica quietly mouthed the words of the spell. Perhaps a half hour later, Danica closed her eyes and sat up straight, taking a deep breath. The all-encompassing warmth within her let her know that the spell was hers. She had learned it. Devan patted the paper on the desk and said, "See, I told you it was easy. Now, give it a try." Danica spoke the words of the spell, laying her hand over her tummy. When she completed the spell, the dark blue aura of light appeared beneath it. Danica's smile was very wide, and very bright. "Well, safe for another night," Devan observed with a wink. Danica blushed, although other parts of her were far from embarrassed, and responding in ways that only deepened the flush in Danica's cheeks. "Time to work on that lightning bolt," Devan stated firmly. Danica sighed, "I'm never going to get it." "Just get out your spellbook. I'll help you out a little. You said you'd never learn the fireball either, and I watched you cast it for the first time. As I recall, you learned it the day after I'd sat down and went over a few of the words with you." Danica nodded her head, "Yes, it helped a lot. Maybe it's because we have similar voices." "Could be," Devan responded, "Whatever the reason, it worked. So let's increase your arsenal of magic." ------- Walking back home that afternoon, Devan turned to Danica with a somewhat befuddled look on her face, "You've got it right Danica, I don't understand why you can't cast it. Did you feel your sign?" Danica sighed and kicked a rock off into the woods lining the road, scowling when it bounced off a springy little young maple, bouncing right back into the road, almost at her feet. "I've felt it a half dozen times, but I always mess it up somehow. I thought I had it perfect last time, but it still didn't work. Everybody was watching when I tried to cast it, and nothing happened." "Let me think about it for a while," Devan mused, running her fingers through her hair, "I think it's something in your head stopping you. I'll figure out some way to get you past it." "Gods know I'll never do it on my own," Danica grumbled. "You're too hard on yourself Danica, just keep at it. Did you see that look on Dunthain's face as we were walking up this morning?" Danica smiled weakly, nodding her head. "He was always such an arrogant ass. I got a kick out of showing him up. Keep up the family tradition, Danica. Show him up and make him gnaw on his own liver." "I don't see that happening," Danica muttered, punctuating it with a self-depreciating chuckle. Devan sighed theatrically, "What am I going to do with you? Okay, let's forget about magic for a while. Are you going into town to see Jared this evening?" "If Mom will let me." "So, are you going to find somewhere a little more private this time, and pick up where you left off?" Danica's face turned bright red, "Devan!" Devan shrugged, an exaggerated gesture indicating quite clearly that she was jesting and said, "What?" She then laughed and continued, "You're sixteen, Danica. You've got the spell to know when it's safe. He's a nice enough boy and it's a damn sight better than taking care of it with your fingers every night." Somehow, Danica's face turned even redder, "How did you know about that?" "Well, for one thing, you didn't cover up last night, and I did the same thing until I got brave enough to turn my nocturnal fantasies into reality." Danica raised an eyebrow, "You did it?" Devan laughed, "I still do. There's not always a man around when you need one. I'm sure Mom did too, but she has an unnatural prejudice against sex." Danica cringed, "Don't talk about Mom and sex, that's just weird." "I know, sorry. It's not going to be that big a thing for you. You don't have to worry about getting pregnant like most girls do, as long as you check with the spell. You can also shove them through a wall with telekinesis if they start getting too rough or want to go too far, too fast. Just keep in mind that it's just sex, nothing more. There aren't many boys, especially your age, who think of it as anything else. I suppose there are a few out there that think of it as love, but I've never found one." "I don't want to just..." Danica paused, her brow furrowed as she considered it, "... give it away. I want it to mean something." "It will, Danica. Even though the jerk left me a few days later, my first time was still special. Make them treat you right, work for it a bit, and enjoy the moment. I think Jared has pretty much qualified. I saw how he was worshipping you last night. Just don't count on it leading to a lifetime love or anything." Danica turned to her sister and asked, "What if people start saying I'm a loose woman?" Devan shrugged, "There are probably some that say that now, even though you've never done it. Just stick with one boyfriend at a time and make them work for it while you're still around here. Once you get out in the world, then you can start looking for one-night flings when you need them. Speaking of loose..." Danica raised an eyebrow and looked at her sister, waiting for Devan to finish. "There's a way to stop that from happening too. Lorelle taught me about it. Squeeze your muscles down there, like you're trying to stop peeing, and do it regularly. I do it while I'm bathing and drifting off to sleep. Just do it for several minutes a day, it strengthens the muscles." Then Devan turned to Danica and twitched her eyebrows, adding, "And the boys like it too." "I don't know how you can just talk about it like you do. I get embarrassed when I even think about it," Danica said, shaking her head slowly. "That's because you've never done it. You'll get over it in time. It's just Mom rubbing off on you, I felt that way too, at first." "If you say so..." Devan pulled Danica close and hugged her with one arm, "I do." Nearing the house now, they continued in silence. Devan kept her expression neutral, but she was sighing on the inside, knowing Danica was heading toward disappointment. There was no real way to explain that to her little sister, however. Danica was going to have to learn that lesson on her own. She had done what she could to prepare Danica, and it was the best she could do. ------- "So, can I go into town then, Mom?" As usual, Danica's mother scrutinized her daughter's face, looking for any sign the young woman was up to no good. After a moment, she sighed and replied, "Well, I suppose. Don't be out too late, and behave yourself." Devan stood up, "I'll walk into town with her. I want to go visit Erin for a while." "Both of you behave then, and bring me home some sage from the Greeley's, I'm all out. I'll get some money." "Don't worry about the money, Mom, I'll get it for you," Devan said, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture. Their mother smiled, "Thank you, dear." Danica walked over and hugged her mother, "I'm going to go get ready then. I love you." "I love you too. Go on then." Once again, both women put on provocative skirts and blouses. They put on conservative garments over the clothes they actually planned to wear in town, in order to get past their mother without a fight. Before long, they were both on the road to town, their safe clothes hidden in the barn. There were already several young people gathered around the well when the sisters approached. Danica peered through the crowd, trying to find Jared, finally seeing him sitting on a bench obscured by one of the support posts for the awning over the well. Danica's wide smile shared her face with a blush upon seeing him, and the reaction spoke volumes to Devan about what her sister was thinking. Devan playfully pushed Danica in Jared's direction. "Okay, I'm going to go to Greeley's, and then to Erin's. You have fun, Sis." Danica only nodded, already moving quickly toward Jared, who was rising to greet her, a smile equal to Danica's on his face. Devan shook her head, wearing a slightly sad smile, and walked toward the general store. ------- Only the faint light of the flickering torches lit the square now. Young couples explored their attraction on almost every bench near the well, though a few had moved farther away into the shadows. Some were very reserved, while others groped with each other so openly as to border on scandal. Danica and Jared fell somewhere in the middle, quickly approaching the more demonstrative couples in passion. The couple broke from an urgent kiss, Danica's hand lying in Jared's lap, and Jared's hand still lightly squeezing Danica's right breast. They stared at each other, both breathing heavily for a few moments before Jared spoke. "I can't stop thinking about last night," Jared whispered huskily. "Me either," Danica replied, color rising into her cheeks. "Do you want to... uhm... go for a walk?" It was painfully obvious that walking had nothing to do with what Jared had in mind. He looked at Danica with a longing expression, tinged with fear that he was moving too fast. Danica cast that fear away when she stood up, still blushing, and nodded, not trusting her voice at the moment. Jared rose and took her hand, and the couple moved away from the flickering torches into the concealing darkness. Danica had expected Jared to lead her toward the old abandoned farmstead on the edge of town, but he was walking toward the woods instead. It was probably a good idea, as the adults had discovered what was going on at that old abandoned house. That safe haven for experimentation wasn't quite so safe any longer. When they reached the woods, it looked very dark and frightening to Danica. She hesitated slightly, but a squeeze of Jared's hand and a smile quelled her fears. Smiling back in the moonlight, she let him lead her beneath the canopy of maples and oaks on a narrow trail. A short distance into the woods, they entered a clearing. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating a mossy hummock beneath an immense oak. Danica could hear the sounds of crickets chirping, frogs croaking, and a small brook bubbling nearby, which only added to the setting. Jared led her over to the knoll and sat down, pulling Danica with him. The earth was soft, cushioned by the moss, and Danica noticed the scent of lilac as she sat down. Danica's heart beat faster as she turned toward Jared. The place was absolutely beautiful in the soft light, and the care Jared had taken in choosing the spot was obvious. Unable to find any words, Danica leaned over and kissed him softly. The gentleness did not last long, however, because they were both deeply aroused, and that passion was growing stronger by the moment. Danica broke away from their hungry kisses, gasping quietly. She looked into Jared's eyes, seeing the desire there. After a moment, Danica started to unbutton her blouse. She unhooked the first button slowly, but the remainder came open much more quickly as Danica's passion burned hotter. Jared helped Danica shrug off the blouse, and almost immediately leaned in to engulf one of her turgid nipples between his lips. Danica moaned, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of his head, her fingers running through the dark spikes of his hair. Her other hand fell into his lap, squeezing the hard organ beneath his pants. When Jared released the pebbled flesh to switch to Danica's other breast, she pulled away slightly. He looked up at her, fearful that she was going to tell him to stop. Danica did not intend to say any such thing. She rose up onto her knees and pulled down her skirt and panties, in a single quick motion. Sitting back down, she pulled them past her knees and off. Jared rose to hurriedly remove his clothing as well, and Danica gasped when his hard cock sprang free of his trousers. Danica lay back, looking into Jared's eyes as he knelt down in front of her. He leaned forward and supported his weight on his hands, kissing Danica with desperate need. Danica moaned into the kiss as she felt his twitching manhood resting against her belly, just over her mound. When Jared pulled his lips away from hers, Danica gasped out, "I want you, Jared." "I want you too." Danica parted her legs, and Jared lifted his knees to get between her parted thighs, staring hard at the neatly trimmed hair surrounding her sex as he moved. He moved forward, leaning over Danica, and tried to get inside her. His first attempt found only the crease of Danica's thigh; the second pressed the purple head of his cock against Danica's swollen clit. Danica gasped from that touch of her most sensitive flesh, reaching down between their bodies to find his hard organ and wrapping her fingers around the tip. Jared must have understood what she was doing, because he pressed forward and let her guide him into her. Both of their eyes opened wide when the tip of his cock slipped between her moist nether lips, and then started moving deeper into her velvety embrace. Danica winced as he pressed forward, tinges of pain shooting up from inside her as his erection further tore her maidenhead. She had broken it before with a carrot, but his girth was much greater than that of the vegetable, now his manhood sundered her virginity completely for the first time. Jared paused, seeing the strained look on Danica's face, and looked down at her with concern. Danica winced once again, but smiled and told him, "It's okay. Just be gentle, please?" Jared nodded, obviously fighting to restrain his enthusiasm. Even as saturated with wetness as she was, Jared still found it difficult to push forward into her virgin canal. Danica fought to relax her muscles as Jared pressed a little harder, the pain of her deflowering beginning to dull. Danica managed to relax, and Jared slipped inside her to about half of his length. Danica's eyes opened wide and she yelped as he slipped deeper inside her. Her muscles contracted again, locking his shaft tight in her canal. She panted, nodding to Jared to assure him that she was okay, and tried again to relax. The feeling of his hard cock inside her, so big, pulsing with his heartbeat, made Danica's head swim. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she moaned, at last relaxing again, enough for Jared to slip almost fully within her tight depths. A warbling moan of pleasure, edged with slight discomfort, erupted from Danica. She could feel the prickle of the hair on his tight balls against her bottom, and could feel him trembling as he delighted in having his cock buried deep inside a woman who wanted it for the first time. He started to pull back free, but Danica grasped his bottom and held him fully engulfed inside her for a few moments, adjusting to his length and girth, and enjoying the feeling of him filling her so full. Releasing him, once the discomfort had dulled to barely noticeable levels, Danica looked up into Jared's eyes and said, "Make love to me." Jared shuddered, withdrew back to his tip, and then pressed back inside her once more. It was easier this time, and Danica moaned in ecstasy as that first unobstructed stroke sought her deeps. As soon as her hot sheathe fully surrounded his hard organ again, he withdrew, a little faster this time. There was more force, but not too much, when he penetrated her again. Danica let out a little whimper, again part pleasure and part pain, as the intruder stretched her virginal walls. Danica could feel the pressure building inside her, stronger and hotter than she had ever felt it before. After perhaps a dozen strokes, Jared froze stock still, strain obvious on his face. "Don't move," he grunted. The tone was pleading, and the words sharply clipped. Danica held still as he pulled free from her, a loud groan escaping him as he slipped free of her clinging lips. "I'm... I'm sorry. You just felt so good, I was about to explode." Danica's body was demanding to have him back inside her again. "It's okay; I know a spell that lets me know if it's safe. I can't get pregnant right now. I like it that I can make you feel that good." "You mean you want me to... Inside you?" Danica nodded and smiled, and Jared responded by closing his eyes, strain again obvious on his face. "I want you to feel good too, though." Danica moaned and shivered slightly, "It does. Just make love to me, and don't worry about it. I love you. I need you. I want you." Her voice grew huskier with each word. Jared took a few deep breaths and leaned down over Danica again, allowing her to guide him back into her hot embrace once more. Danica moaned deep in her throat as he slid to the hilt inside her with a single, strong thrust. Jared groaned and gasped, obviously fighting off his inevitable climax from almost the first stroke. As Danica's resistance lessened, and Jared's passion mounted, he started to thrust faster. The hot friction only increased Danica's pleasure, and it appeared that the change in pace staved off Jared's orgasm slightly. Danica reached down to rub her clit in fast circles as Jared's cock stroked ever faster into her depths. Jared thrust three more times, each stroke punctuated by a loud gasp, before his face twisted in ecstasy and he let out a growling scream. Danica squealed as she felt his hot cream erupting inside her, his cock swelling and pulsing. He groaned each time his balls tightened, spurting more of his seed into Danica's womb, and Danica rubbed her bud faster, wrapping her legs around Jared to hold him inside her. It felt like an eternity, perched on the edge of ecstasy, as Danica rubbed her clit, feeling Jared's manhood throbbing inside her. He grunted and gasped with each contraction of Danica's walls as her pleasure mounted, weakly trying to pull away from the tight grip of her pussy, and her constraining legs, to ease the electric pulses shooting up his spine every few seconds. Danica stubbornly kept him inside her, as she was almost to the point of no return. Almost a minute later, Danica's eyes popped wide open and she opened her mouth wide in a silent scream. When the first wave of her orgasm ebbed, she screamed aloud, her legs closing even tighter around Jared, and her back arching up off the moss below. Jared rode the climaxing young woman, preoccupation with the uncomfortable twitching of his organ inside her vanishing as he watched her face reflect the intense release she was feeling. She continued to scream, moan, and grind her sex against him as her orgasm played out. At last, Danica's pleasure ebbed, and her legs relaxed. Jared almost immediately jerked from her, a growling grunt erupting from him. Danica moaned in protest as his cock withdrew, then gasped sharply and curled up in a ball. Jared collapsed to the moss beside her, panting loudly for breath, as Danica continued to twitch from the aftershocks. "You... You felt so incredible," Jared mumbled his tone satisfied and exhausted. Danica managed to uncurl and wrap her arms around him, "So did you. I love you, Jared." "I love you too." They lay for a while on the moss in each other's arms, just enjoying the closeness and the afterglow of their orgasms. After a few minutes, the scent of Danica's hair, and her arousal, started to breathe life into Jared's manhood again. Danica noticed it, and encouraged it by stroking her fingertips over his cock, still slick with her juices. Jared was young, full of stamina, and soon throbbed in Danica's hand once again. Shortly thereafter, he buried himself inside her once more. Danica chose to get up on her hands and knees this time, in order to have better access to her clit. When Jared again coated her womb with his seed, Danica's orgasm was only seconds behind this time. They collapsed to the moss again, still joined, and only parted when they realized how long they had been away from town. They dressed, shared several passionate kisses, and regretfully left their mossy bed to return to town. ------- Danica stood with Jared in front of his house, sharing a restrained kiss since it looked like someone was watching from inside. "Are you coming to town tomorrow?" Jared asked with obvious anticipation in his voice. Danica offered a mischievous smile, "If I can. Thank you, it was wonderful." "You were wonderful too," Jared whispered, and then kissed her again. Danica released her grip on his hand, and Jared walked back up to his house, looking back over his shoulder at Danica once more before going inside. Danica turned and walked down the road, back toward the edge of town and the road that led to her family's farm. Danica's knees were still a little wobbly, and the pain she had been ignoring in her passion was demanding notice in no uncertain terms now. Danica winced and walked gingerly, her face growing red as she felt Jared's cream still dripping from inside her. She would have to hide her panties until she could wash them. She couldn't bear the thought of her mother finding those cum soaked cotton panties, and it would probably lead to her mother confining her to the house until she was old and grey. As she walked, Danica's strength steadily recovered, and the pain dulled to tolerable levels again. Danica was getting close to Erin's house now, and wondered if Devan had already returned home. Hearing quick footsteps behind her, Danica turned and gasped when she saw a woman approaching her. The woman was scowling, had her fists clenched at her side, and it was obvious that she was coming for Danica. Danica recognized the big woman, Dunthain's cousin Geraldine. Danica turned to face the woman, backpedaling away as Geraldine approached with murder in her eyes. Danica tried to defend herself, but Geraldine was a practiced tough. The big woman's punch to the stomach knocked the wind out of Danica and dropped her to her knees. "Get up," Geraldine grunted. Danica thought, Is she out of her damn mind? Any actual response was impossible, because Danica had not yet caught her breath. Danica yelped a moment later when Geraldine jerked her to her feet by the hair. "What do you want?" Danica managed to get out in-between coughs and gasps. Geraldine only laughed and doubled up her fist again. Danica was able to step back and turn her head, avoiding taking a punch full force in her nose, but she fell off-balance and stumbled back several steps before falling hard on her bottom. Geraldine stared at her and laughed for a moment, and Danica did the first thing she could think of, she conjured up a light. The spell required only a few words and gestures, so Danica had it completed before Geraldine was able to take more than a couple of steps toward her, probably to continue the beating. Geraldine covered her eyes and cursed in the sudden light, stopping in her tracks. Danica's mind whirled, and the only thing that was in it was the telekinesis spell. She started the chant that would summon the magic as Geraldine shook her head, trying to adjust her eyes to the light. Lights started to appear in windows and a few people stepped outside their homes to see what was causing all the commotion. One of them was Devan, who started hurrying down the street to her sister's aid. Danica completed the spell just in time, as Geraldine stomped toward her with a growl. Danica concentrated and grasped the big woman's leg with the magic, mentally jerking it out from under her. Geraldine's eyes went wide and she screamed a curse as she fell to the pavement. Red-hot anger burned behind Danica's eyes, and she lashed out with the magic again, rolling the large woman across the flagstone street. When Geraldine bumped up against a building, Danica concentrated and thrust out with a fist of pure magical force. The breath whooshed out of Geraldine's lungs, and she curled up into a ball. Danica raised a hand, about to lash out again, but someone grabbed her wrist. "Danica, enough!" Danica turned to see Devan standing next to her, holding her hand and trying to shake her back into reality. When Danica's eyes focused and the anger behind them drained away, Devan released her wrist and turned to the groaning woman on the ground. Devan laughed and said, "You don't learn very quick, do you Geraldine? You really shouldn't listen to Dunthain, you know. I zapped you good when you tried to pull this on me, and now Danica has given you a whipping too. If you have any sense, you'll stop messing with Ardane sisters, it doesn't seem to be good for your health." Now that her adrenaline was draining away, Danica yelped and gripped her stomach where Geraldine had punched her. She bent over double and her eyes filled with tears. Devan quickly sat Danica down, pulling up her blouse and seeing a bruise already starting to form. The sound of footsteps approaching caused Devan to look up, and she sighed in relief when she saw that it was a pair of priests from the temple approaching. "She has a big bruise, and she really looks like she's hurting," Devan said to the approaching clerics. They nodded and one of them knelt next to Danica. The other proceeded to the still moaning Geraldine. The cleric examined Danica, and then whispered a prayer to his god. Devan watched nervously as the priest's magic caused the bruise to fade away. "Thank you," Danica muttered weakly, starting to get up. "No, dear, sit for a few moments more," the priest instructed. He had a slight look of concern on his face. He looked at Devan and gestured for her to follow him off to the side. "I'll be right back, Danica," Devan told her sister, receiving a slight smile in response. Once she reached the priest, Devan asked, "Is she okay?" "Yes, she had a cracked rib, but praise be to the power and grace of Ariellan, your sister is healed. What concerns me is something else I discovered as I was healing her." The priest then leaned in and whispered something in Devan's ear. A sad expression crossed Devan's face, and she whispered something back to the priest. He answered, and Devan nodded before returning to her sister. The commotion had alerted Geraldine's mother, and as soon as the priest finished with the young woman, Geraldine's mother dragged her back to their house by the ear, berating her daughter the entire time. Danica asked, "What was that about?" She then gestured toward the priest awaiting his comrade to join him before returning to the temple. Devan pursed her lips and considered for a moment, "Danica, he found something while he was healing you. It wasn't from the fight, it happened sometime before, maybe even when you were born. It's not something he can heal." "W-what is it? Am I going to be okay?" Devan sighed, "You'll be okay, Danica, but..." Danica waited while her sister took a deep breath before finishing. "You're barren." ------- Chapter 3 Danica put on a brave face all the way home, but the moment she walked in the door, she fell into her mother's arms, weeping. Danica was unable to relate what was wrong with her, and Devan simply mouthed the words, "Wait," and "Later," when her mother looked up with concern in her eyes. Pursing her lips, the older woman nodded slightly and continued to comfort Danica. She held her daughter tight against her, stroking her hair and kissing her, as the young woman continued to sob uncontrollably. When her father walked into the sitting room from the bedroom down the hall, Devan started to signal that he should go back and wait, but her mother acted first, shaking her head almost imperceptively with tears welling in her eyes. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, but nodded to indicate he understood before retreating back down the hall. Eventually Danica's sobs grew weaker, and her mother guided her down the hall to tuck her into bed. Emotionally exhausted, Danica drifted off into fitful slumber almost immediately. Watching her daughter sleep for a while, Danica's mother fought back tears and sobs of her own, one hand pressed tight against her lips. She turned to see Devan standing in the doorway, gesturing, and followed her older daughter back into the front room to find out what had so upset the younger. "What happened?" Devan sighed, "Dunthain's big cousin picked a fight with her, but that's not the problem, she won the fight. She had a cracked rib though, and one of the clerics healed her. He noticed something while he was healing her. Danica's barren, Mom." Devan couldn't help but tear up as she saw her mother begin to cry. Stepping forward, Devan embraced her mother for a few minutes, until the older woman regained her composure. "I don't know if she'll even hear anything about it from me. Will you try and help her get through this, Devan?" "I'll do what I can, but she needs you too, Mom. She's bullheaded, but Danica loves you and respects you." Mother and daughter embraced again, before they both went to their beds. Devan noticed the panties lying in the floor next to the bed, where Danica was dead asleep, although obviously her mother had not. There was ample evidence that Danica had done a little more than exploratory petting that night. Devan picked up the panties and hid them, knowing her little sister would not want their mother to find them, and not wanting to add any sort of burden to the troubled young woman right now. Devan looked at her sister, Danica's face still red from weeping, her expression distraught, even in her sleep. With a sad sigh, Devan dressed for bed and lay down. ------- Devan delivered messages to both Jared and the school, letting them know that Danica was not feeling well, and they wouldn't see her that day — or perhaps for several days. Seeing the expression on Jared's face, Devan scandalized him thoroughly by informing him that what he and Danica had done the night before had nothing to do with it, so he wouldn't be concerned that he had scared Danica off. She patted the furiously blushing young man's face and told him, "She obviously had a good time. Be good to her, or I'll turn you into a toad." Devan had enough of a reputation with her magic that Jared's eyes opened wide when she said that. Devan rolled her eyes and laughed, "I was kidding about the toad part." Jared's expression revealed his relief, beyond any doubt. "I won't vouch for Danica, though. Ask Geraldine what happened to her that night when she tried to pick a fight with Danica. If you ever decide to break up with her, you'd better be nice about it." Jared's expression became confused, "Why would I want to do that?" "Just some advice. I'm sure she'll be here to see you as soon as she's feeling better. I'm going to go back and take care of her." The young man blushed and blurted out, "Tell her that I love her." Devan smiled and assured him, "I will," before turning and walking back to the edge of town. It took two days before Danica was able to talk about it, and until then, she moved like a puppet through the house. Devan shooed their father and brother out of the house, sending them fishing, and the three women sat down for a long talk. By the end of it, Danica had at least come to grips with the harsh reality that she would never bear children. They found out along the way that she was more worried about disappointing her mother than she was about her own prospects for motherhood. After reassurance from her mother, Danica appeared to recover. When she and Devan went to bed that night, Danica suddenly went into a panic, looking around on the floor and under the bed. Devan guessed what was wrong and laid a hand on her sister's shoulder, "I hid the panties and washed them for you. I made sure Jared knew that you weren't staying away because the two of you had sex, either. He said to tell you that he loves you." Danica breathed a sigh of relief, but then blushed when she realized her sister had washed out her cum soaked panties. Devan knew exactly what Danica was thinking and told her, "Just pee afterwards, you'll probably feel like you need to most of the time anyway. It gives things time to ooze out a little." Danica made a face and said, "That is so disgusting." Devan laughed, glad to see some spirit in her sister, "True, but it's fun!" ------- Danica went back to school the next morning, and Devan decided to go with her. Sitting in one of the cramped private study rooms, they worked on the lightning bolt spell, and once again, Devan told her sister that she should be able to cast the spell. "You have everything right. I think you've just decided you'll never learn it, and you're blocking it. You have to believe that you can do it, or the spell will fail. I think you need some kind of push to get you there," Devan speculated. Danica shrugged and hung her head, "Maybe I'm just not meant to learn it. I had a lot of trouble with the electric arrow too. Maybe I just don't have an affinity for electrical magic." "That's really rare, unless you devote yourself to one elemental study," Devan mused. Her eyes lit up then and she said, "That reminds me. I brought one spell with me that I saved just for you — acid arrow. I'll let you learn it, and then you can give it to the Master to teach to the other students. Why don't we take a break from lightning bolts and work on that one for a while?" The idea intrigued Danica, because other than the electric arrow, the rest of the missile type spells were one of her few strong points, "Okay." Devan reached into her bag of holding and rifled around until she found the parchment. She ran through the spell once to speed Danica along with the pronunciation. After that, Danica knuckled down for some real study, while Devan practiced her telekinesis. After seeing Danica so thoroughly whip Geraldine with it, Devan was less convinced than ever before that the magic was useless. She knew she would never catch up to Danica's mastery of the spell, but even half that skill level would be twice as good as she was now. While Danica studied the spell, she watched Devan in her peripheral vision. Her chest grew tight when she saw that Devan was improving with the telekinetic magic. I'll lose even that little advantage over her soon, now that she's bothering with it, Danica mused sadly. She suppressed the sigh, somehow, and stared back down at the parchment. Seeing the script on the page — written in Devan's handwriting — caused Danica's mood to turn even darker. Even though she would be presenting the spell to the school if she learned it, it still came from Devan. Danica would only be contributing it second hand. Gritting her teeth, Danica concentrated on the spell, not who had written it. She was determined to learn the spell, and at least defeat that piece of parchment. As happened frequently, Danica's mind focused in on her studies, and thoughts about being Devan's sister steadily retreated to their normal place at the edge of her consciousness. ------- Danica mastered the acid arrow spell before the day was over. She cast it in the "bowl", the small valley behind the school used to contain dangerous magics, to the cheers of the other students. Danica frowned a little when she saw a couple of students speaking to Devan as well. Probably praising her for teaching her second-rate sister a new spell, Danica thought. The personal praise from the Master snapped her out of her self-destructive reverie a few moments later, however. He asked her to come inside and scribe the spell in the master tome of the school. Danica smiled and followed the Master inside, and then copied the new spell into the tome. The master would teach the spell at the school from today forward. Danica and Devan both took great delight in watching Dunthain go through the motions of clapping, his face tightened into a barely masked scowl. Danica pulling the pen she wrote the spell with out of her bag of holding had only twisted the knife in his gut all the more. They both were polite enough to go some distance down the road toward home before they broke down into laughter. They knew that Dunthain was waiting for them to gloat, and not doing so would bother him even more than if they had stuck their tongues out at him. Devan glanced at the trees and undergrowth along the road as they walked, the former putting on a show of bright autumn colors, the latter turning pale and dry as their season ended. Although she had only been living in the city of Destindale for a few months, Devan was fascinated by how different all the natural sights she had grown up with appeared in her eyes now. Turning to her still chuckling sister, Devan asked, "So, do you feel up to going into town this evening? I'll be leaving the day after tomorrow, and you never know how often Mom will let you go once I'm not around to keep an eye on you. Although, now that word has gotten around about Geraldine, Mom might be a bit less worried about you." Danica shook her head, "I don't even remember most of it. I was just so mad — and hurting so bad — I just wanted to make her go away." Devan chuckled, "If I hadn't showed up when I did, I think you would have made her go away rather permanently." "I wouldn't do anything like that," Danica disagreed. "I don't really think you would either, but the look on your face certainly suggested it." Devan then looked at her sister, her expression a playful demand for an answer to the original question, "So, are you going into town or not?" Danica nodded and her lips turned up into a crooked grin. Devan laughed, "Take a towel or washcloth with you this time, so you can clean up before you get dressed." ------- Dunthain sat in a smoky tavern, nursing a tankard of beer, and a black eye. His cousin had demonstrated very well how little amusement she found in Danica magically beating her within an inch of her life. Dunthain had assured the woman that Danica was inept with magic, at best, and certainly didn't know how to fight. Geraldine didn't like fair fights, let alone one where she was at a disadvantage. Already well into his cups, though it was still only late afternoon, Dunthain's anger smoldered within him. Not only had Danica turned his revenge back on him, she had brought a new spell to the school on top of it. On top of that, the bitch stubbornly refused to try to cast the lightning bolt again, thus rendering his other subterfuge useless as well. Dozens of new plots swirled through his head, each one darker and more disturbing than the last. It was several hours later when he drained the dregs of his beer, lurched to his feet, and stumbled toward the entrance of the tavern. Muttering darkly to himself in his drunken stupor, Dunthain crossed the square, sneering at the laughter and merriment of those who played at being adults near the well at its center. Through the crowd, a flash of auburn hair caught his eye and he clenched his teeth. Danica. He had already started to form the gestures and speak the words of the fireball spell before he realized what he was doing. A moment of clarity caused him to clench his hands into fists and stop, though he had been slurring the words of the spell so badly it would have never worked anyway. No, not here. Not now, he thought. Narrowing his eyes and trying to focus, he stared at the boy sitting next to her. He snorted dismissively upon realizing it was Jared, a woodsy simpleton. Only a farmer would be more appropriate for you, Danica, you big-uddered cow, Dunthain thought and chuckled at his own wit, losing his balance as he turned to walk behind some bushes. Thoughts of her breasts stirred his blood, however, and Dunthain stared at them across the distance. It took him three attempts, but he managed to cast a clairvoyance spell to get a closer look. His manhood swelled as he stared at her body, her legs well revealed by her skirt, nearly to the thigh, and her nipples poking out accusingly against the thin material of her blouse. The idiot hunter grasped her breast as the couple kissed, and Dunthain growled. Danica pushed him away, but the look in her eyes indicated that she was not so much opposed to the touch as she was to it happening with so many people nearby. A wide, dark grin replaced his scowl as a new way to take revenge upon the Ardane sisters entered his beer-fogged mind. Releasing his magic, Dunthain fell into the bushes, and then turned to walk unsteadily toward a nearby building, his plan already starting to take form. ------- Jared and Danica waited for darkness to fall, swearing that the sun was cheating and staying in the sky for hours longer than was natural. They held hands and chatted, not really trusting themselves to do more, since even the few kisses they shared worked them both up into a near bonfire of passion. The waiting — and anticipating being with Jared again — brought up memories that almost destroyed Danica's mood. She understood that she was barren, and that she couldn't do anything about it, but it didn't stop it from hurting. She didn't dwell on it, but the thought was always there, lurking, in the back of her mind. Studying helped, it took her mind off the memory, and Jared certainly could distract her, but now it intruded upon her again. Danica wondered how Jared would react, whether he would want to stay with a woman who could never bear his children. The same thing applied to any man. Would she ever have a husband, when she couldn't offer him a family? Seeing Danica's expression darken, Jared cupped her chin and turned her to face him. He smiled, but Danica could see the concern in his eyes. Danica smiled back, pushing her dark thoughts away, and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss quickly became very serious, just like the rest they had shared this evening. Danica felt light headed, and the tingling in her sex was demanding attention. The sensation only increased when Jared's hand found her breast, squeezing it gently. Danica shuddered, and then remembered they were still in the square. Danica pushed him away, but her smile and the nod toward the other couples let Jared know that she was only doing it because they were putting on a show for everyone else. The sun sank lower, and Danica's anticipation increased. All her dark thoughts vanished in the light of Jared's smile, and his touch. At last, the light faded and they hurried toward their secluded little clearing in the woods. They fell into each other's arms, and out of their clothes, not long after they sat down. "I love you, Danica," Jared breathed, his muscular body pressed tight up against hers. Danica quivered when he said it, because he didn't say those words very often. It was even rarer when he initiated the exchange. "I love you too, Jared." After a few kisses, Jared looked down at Danica below him, obvious hope in his eyes. It took him a moment to overcome his hesitation and get the question out, "Will you take me in your mouth again?" Danica offered a sultry smile and nodded her head. Jared levered his upper body away from Danica's, looking into her eyes, but his gaze wandered to her breasts as he moved off her and lay down. Danica licked her lips, watching his cock twitch in the cool night air, and then moved to position her head over his erect manhood. Danica ran her tongue up the entire length of his shaft in a broad stroke, looking up with a lusty expression. It made her blush, but Jared's eyes locked with hers, and he growled, the sound playful and aroused. Danica found she liked the control this gave her over him. When she reached the tip, Danica wrapped her lips around it and wiggled her tongue over the bottom. His cock swelled and twitched in her mouth, and his hips came up off the ground below. He groaned in satisfaction and reached down to brush her hair away from her face. Danica wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and pulled back until he was barely between her lips, then sucked back down to engulf the helmet of his cock in her mouth again. She repeated the action several times, and then took a little more of him in her mouth, looking up into his eyes the whole time. Again, he groaned and sighed, "That feels so good. You look so sexy." Danica moaned, and the vibrations caused him to shudder. He gasped sharply and laid his head back on the moss. The reaction encouraged Danica to greater efforts, and she sucked him deeper into her mouth, taking a little over half of him this time. She bobbed her head up and down over his manhood to this depth, delighting in the feeling of him pulsing in her mouth. After a few strokes, she found the proper angle and increased her speed. Jared groaned and gasped — his hand on the back of her head now. He alternated between watching her, and letting his head fall heavily to the ground. Danica could see, and feel, his muscles contracting as his pleasure mounted. His reaction to her ministrations so fascinated Danica that she was unprepared when his hips rose up toward her. She gagged and quickly jerked away from him, trailing thick strings of saliva from her lips to his hard organ. After a cough, she said, "I'm sorry," wiping her mouth, her face bright red. Jared groaned, "It's okay," and closed his eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry I choked you," he apologized. Danica didn't answer with words, but with action. She moved back over him and took him in her mouth again. It didn't take Danica long to get lost in feeling him throb between her lips again, though she kept her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft this time. She had to fight down her gag reflex twice more as she sucked him, his sounds of pleasure steadily increasing in frequency and volume. The sounds, scent, taste, and feel of him were the only things in her world as she pleasured him with her mouth. She was completely unprepared when he let out a loud, inarticulate sound, and exploded into orgasm. Danica's eyes opened wide when the first spurt of thick semen flooded her mouth. It was a little bitter, and the texture was odd and disconcerting. The sound of his release was incredible, however, as was the powerful pulse of his organ in her mouth. Danica pulled back to the tip just as another spurt filled her mouth to capacity. Danica had no idea what to do, but the thought of spitting it out was repugnant to her, because it seemed so unromantic. With little other alternative, Danica swallowed. The sensation was not altogether pleasant, and the texture of the thick cream sliding down her throat almost caused her stomach to rebel again. After a second, forced swallow, she got it down, just in time for more to dribble from him. It was easier this time to swallow, and the feeling of his seed sitting warm in her belly was far more pleasant than getting it there had been. The look of wonder and ecstasy on his face made it all worthwhile. Releasing him from her mouth, Danica kissed his twitching manhood and licked her lips. His eyes remained closed, and he jumped when his cock slid free from her lips. He groaned — the sound so full of satisfaction that it caused Danica to moan contentedly. After that groan, he went limp and looked almost comatose. Danica felt a little silly, kneeling next to him, watching him shudder from what she had done to him. After a few moments he opened his eyes, gasped, and muttered, "Gods..." He looked up into her eyes, his expression one of wonder. "You liked it?" Jared chuckled weakly, "Oh, yes." Danica lay down next to him and put her arm over his chest while he recovered. After a short while, he turned to her and said, "Do you want me to do it for you?" The first thought that went through her mind was one of aversion. She didn't have any problem with taking his cock in her mouth, but the thought of him licking her brought up all sorts of concerns. The obvious curiosity and desire in his eyes washed away her worries almost instantly, "Mmm hmm." It took them several false starts before they managed to move into a position that worked. He hovered over her sex, looking up at her as if asking permission once more. The aching need between Danica's legs was too strong to ignore now, and she nodded emphatically, smiling. Her scent was overpowering, musky and intoxicating. Jared looked at her folds, partially hidden by kinky auburn curls, and saw a faint glisten of wetness on her protruding inner lips. He had heard some of the other young men talking about this, and how much girls liked it, but he had no idea how to proceed. He decided just to make the best of it, and figure it out as he went along. The first touch of his tongue on her sex brought a yelp of surprise to Danica's lips. Her hips hunched up toward his face, and she raised her head up to watch him as he explored her with his tongue. He lapped over her nether lips, his tongue broad and sending shots of pleasure up Danica's spine. After a few licks, he pushed past the obstruction of her thick, velvety lips and got a good taste of her juices. Just as Danica had when he came earlier, Jared found the taste of her wetness a little bitter. The way her body was writhing from his touch overshadowed the taste almost instantly, however. He wormed his tongue in deeper, finding the entrance to her canal and getting even a stronger taste of her. He was drunk on her scent now, and began to lap faster. The feeling was phenomenal to Danica, so much different from her fingers or his cock. His tongue was smooth, wet, and roaming all over her pussy. Danica's hips twitched upward in a steady rhythm, but she wasn't yet building toward release. He had not yet found her bud, so she reached down and parted her lips, revealing it. Danica's clit was large, and stood out beyond any ability to miss as engorged as it was. Jared must have noticed what she was suggesting, because he ran his tongue over it a moment later. Danica screamed in pleasure as his tongue touched her most sensitive spot. Her hands moved to the back of his head, and she pulled him tighter against him. Jared continued to explore all of her, but it didn't take him long to figure out that licking her clit got the strongest reaction. He now wanted nothing more in the world than to make her cum with his mouth. His neck and jaw were starting to ache, but the pains were still secondary to the experience of Danica quivering beneath his tongue. Jared's tongue started to slow, as the crick in his neck grew more pronounced. Danica was hovering just below that magical line where her passions would start soaring toward a peak. His mouth felt incredible, but Danica didn't think she was going to get there at this point unless she helped. Reaching down, she rubbed her clit, beneath its protective hood, in fast circles. Jared concentrated his efforts on her inner lips, bringing a moaning scream to Danica's throat when he suckled them into his mouth, caressing them with his tongue. Jared moved, turning his head sideways to relieve the pressure on his neck, and thus was able to increase the speed of his lapping. Danica's body responded immediately, and her fingers moved faster over her swollen bud. She was climbing fast now, and started to whimper with each fast drawn breath. "Oh yes," Danica screamed as she reached her peak, the last word dragged out into a quavering cry of pleasure. Jared's tongue continued to probe her quivering sex, his head filled with her scent and her sounds of release. Danica pushed him away, panting for breath and unable to endure any more at the moment. Danica lay back, moaning in pleasure and enjoying the aftermath of her climax. Jared lay down next to her, holding his sore neck, and said, "Sorry, I guess I wasn't doing too well." Danica moaned and then replied, "Don't be silly, you were wonderful. I'm tingling all over." "Maybe I'll get better with practice." "Practice on me anytime," Danica teased, prompting them both to laugh. They lay together for a while, trying to regain their strength. Danica reached over and started to caress Jared's soft cock after a while. When she felt a slight twitch beneath her fingers, Danica smiled, sat up, and leaned over him. His cock started to rise even before Danica's tongue touched him. He was soon stiff and ready from Danica's oral teasing. Danica suckled the head for a moment, and then looked up into Jared's eyes. She whispered, "Make love to me." Jared asked, "Did you check... Is it safe?" A twinge of regret shot through Danica. Yes, it's safe. It will always be safe, she thought. Danica pushed those thoughts away as quickly as they had arisen, nodding and smiling in answer to his question. Danica rose to her hands and knees, as she had the second time they had made love. She had liked how deep he felt inside her in that position, and it was more comfortable for them both as well. The pain was still there this time, but not as strong as she had experienced her first time. Danica shuddered as she felt his hard cock slide deep into her tight sheathe. Jared started out slow, not wanting to hurt her, but steadily increased his pace when he did not see any signs of discomfort from the beautiful woman he was penetrating. Danica emitted small sounds of pleasure, looking back over her shoulder at him every so often as his manhood drove into her depths. Danica reached back to rub her bud, and she was soon lost in the pleasurable ascendance up to her peak. She was so absorbed in the intensity of her mounting arousal that she didn't realize Jared was losing control, until he exploded with hot spurts inside her. "Oh, please, don't stop. I'm almost there," Danica moaned. Grunting and gasping, Jared began thrusting his over-sensitive cock into her again. His knees were wobbling, but the look on Danica's face and her sounds of pleasure drove him on. When she came, her walls clenching tight around him, and he had to withdraw before he collapsed. Danica continued to squeal in pleasure, rubbing her clit and cumming. They both collapsed to the moss, trying to catch their breath. It was quite some time before they were able to summon the energy to rise and get dressed. ------- As she walked toward home, a ball of magical light bobbing over her left shoulder, Danica had to admit that Devan's advice to pee after Jared filled her up, and then clean up with a cloth, had been a good idea. She was much more comfortable walking home and not feeling his cream constantly seeking an escape route from her still tingling sex. A sound, similar to a stick snapping, broke the quiet of the evening, as Danica neared her home. Pausing, Danica scanned the tall grass and trees on either side of the road, looking for signs of anything hidden within. She didn't see anything, but the sound concerned her enough that she picked up her pace once she started walking again. A meaty hand muffled a surprised scream from Danica after only a pair of steps. Danica struggled against the arms holding her, and caught a glance of a man in dark clothing, wearing some sort of mask. The menacing figure grasped the front of Danica's blouse while still keeping his hand over her mouth. With a single jerk of his strong hand, he popped the buttons off her blouse, exposing her breasts. The masked face looked over her shoulder and a strange voice whispered, "Nice tits, bitch. Bigger than Devan's, aren't they? Too bad there won't be time to play with them. I'll just have to settle for watching them bounce while I'm shoving my dick up your cunt. We'll see who has the better fuckhole, you or your sister." The voice varied in pitch with every other word, impossible to identify. The mask was obviously magical, and disguised the wearer completely. While Danica continued to struggle against the man, he jerked down her skirt and panties. Thick fingers reached under Danica's ass and thrust into her dry sheathe roughly. "Better get that thing wet, whore, or this is really going to hurt." Danica's assailant jerked down his trousers, and she felt a cock pressing against her buttocks while that calloused hand mauled her breasts. When the hand left her breasts to guide the man's cock inside her, Danica took advantage of the moment to tear away from his grasp, bringing her knee up into his crotch as she spun. The man groaned and grasped his crushed balls. Danica wasted no time in running down the road toward home. She was angry and frightened, and the thought of screaming didn't even occur to her as she ran. One irrational thought did enter her head as she hurried across the twenty feet that would bring her within sight of the family farm, Even someone trying to rape me is comparing me to Devan! Danica could hear running feet behind her, and so she didn't slow her pace as she entered the clearing surrounding the barn. As she ran toward the barn, she glanced over her shoulder to see the man skid to a stop and raise his hands overhead, fingers curled into claws, obviously angry that his victim had escaped. Danica ran into the barn, scrambling up the ladder into the hayloft, and grabbed the clothing she had stashed there earlier, including her pouch of spell components. Despite having seen the man stop, Danica still sat staring down into the barn with the words of the acid arrow spell on her lips. Once her heart stopped pounding, Danica dressed and warily climbed down out of the loft and peeked out the door. The sight of Devan hurrying toward the barn was the most welcome thing Danica had ever seen in her life. Danica opened the door and Devan increased her pace. When Devan reached her sister, she said, "I happened to be looking out the window and saw you running naked into the barn. What happened?" "Someone grabbed me and tried to rape me," Danica managed to get out between pants. "Where?" "Just up the road, I was almost home." Devan scowled and said, "Show me." "Shouldn't we go get Dad?" Devan growled, "No, we'll deal with this. You'll just get harassed by Mom and Dad if they know." They returned to the spot where the attack had taken place, and they found Danica's clothing lying there, but no sign of the attacker. Devan cast two spells, then stomped her foot and grumbled, "Dammit, I can't get a hold on him." "He had on some kind of magical mask," Danica revealed. Devan's eyes narrowed, "Tell me exactly what happened." Danica told the story, what she could remember through the fog of panic. Devan was not amused by the comments about her, and asked many questions of Danica, to try to identify the attacker. Devan sighed, "There's just not enough. It almost sounds like Serhan, that son-of-a-bitch. I swear; Dunthain is probably mixed up in this too. We'll probably never know. Are you alright?" Danica nodded, "I'm okay, just a little shaken up. I don't know if I'll ever feel safe walking down this road after dark now." "I'm sorry I didn't ask earlier, I was just so mad that someone would try to do this to you. I wanted to slow roast him and didn't even think about you. Let's go back to the house and just pretend this never happened, as far as Mom and Dad are concerned. If you find out anything, let me know. I want to watch you crush his nuts. You could probably squeeze them into jelly with telekinesis." Despite everything that had happened, Danica could not help but laugh at that. They picked up Danica's clothes, and Devan offered to sew the buttons back on the blouse for her sister. They decided to hide the clothes in the barn until Devan had time to attend to it. As they walked back toward the house, Devan said, "I've got something to give you that should make you feel more comfortable. It's a ring that will shock someone touching you, anywhere, so badly they'll lose consciousness when you think about the ring to activate its magic. I can get another one, and I'll feel better if you have one immediately." The thought was indeed comforting. The man who had attacked her certainly wouldn't have gotten far if she'd been wearing that ring tonight, "Thank you." "You're welcome. Now, let's get back in the house before Mom sends out a search party. She was asking questions with her eyes when I walked out the door." ------- Dunthain snatched the mask from the young man, scowling and cursing under his breath, "I thought you wanted to get even with that bitch, Devan. You didn't try very hard." Serhan growled and doubled up his fists, "I can crush your nuts for you and we'll see how well you do." Memories of Devan humiliating him, and then exposing his bets about bedding the local girls in town on top of it, only added to his anger. Ever since that day, none of the attractive girls would have anything to do with him. "Don't try it, you oaf. If you reveal even the slightest hint of this, I'll expose your nocturnal visits to that pig, Zola." Zola was an overweight, middle-aged woman who lived at the edge of town. She served the purpose of relieving Serhan's sexual frustrations, but Dunthain's discovery of Serhan's trysts with the woman would completely ruin his already devastated reputation. "Fuck you, Dunthain." Dunthain turned away and sneered, "No thank you, I'll leave that honor to the old pig." Now sober, Dunthain realized just how foolish the drunken notion that had prompted Serhan's attack on Danica was. One day, he would get even with both of the Ardane sisters, but never would he try something so foolish and dangerous again. ------- Wearing her new ring, Danica studied the lightning bolt spell again. The attempted rape had strengthened Danica's determination to learn the powerful spell, and she felt her blood warming more than ever before as she mouthed the words of the spell. When she completed it, Danica felt a jolt shoot up her spine, and an almost uncomfortable heat infused her whole body. "I'm going to try it," Danica said firmly. Devan smiled, "Good! Let's go." "I don't want anyone around; let me try it once in secret. That way, if it doesn't work, I won't be standing there looking stupid." "Remember, you have to believe it's going to work, Danica." "I do, I just don't want to take any chances." Looking carefully at her sister, Devan considered the confidence in Danica's words and said, "Go get your rod and fur. I'll catch you if it knocks you out. I know it threw me for a loop when I cast it the first time." "Thank you," Danica said and hugged her sister. She then hurried out of the room to fetch the spell components from her drawer in the storage room. Once Danica had the necessary items in hand, she and Devan snuck out the back of the school to the "bowl". Danica stood in the casting circle, amber rod and small patch of rabbit fur in hand, trying to summon up a deep sense of calm. The sound of voices broke Danica's concentration, and her heart sank in her chest when she saw Dunthain leading a large group of students out of the school's back door. More students followed, and soon they were all watching and waiting. Dunthain was circulating through the crowd, taking bets that Danica could not cast the spell. "Ignore them, just do it. You know the spell, and you can cast it. Take some of the wind, and the money, out of that ass, Dunthain," Devan suggested. "I don't know if I can now," Danica whispered. Just then, the old Master walked out of the school and asked what was going on. As he approached Danica, he saw something, but quickly averted his eyes and acted as if nothing was amiss. "You can do this, dear," Danica's teacher reassured her. Danica nodded and turned back to the bowl. The Master made a few hidden gestures and spoke words under his breath. When he finished, he gestured, and Danica's amber rod fell from her hand to roll off into the grass. "Oh, just wonderful," Danica muttered, going to look for the rod in the grass. "I'll find it shortly, just use mine for now," the Master offered, handing Danica an amber rod. The old man turned just in time to see Dunthain's expression and chuckle inwardly. He didn't know where the useless rod had come from, but Dunthain was the logical choice. Danica accepted the replacement amber and turned back toward the boulder in the center of the bowl. Danica spoke the words of the spell, and it appeared to Devan that the entire crowd was holding their breath. Danica completed the spell, aiming the amber rod at the boulder in the center of the depression. A bright, angry flash of lightning leapt forth from the amber rod and shattered with a loud report against the rocky surface. Danica barely heard the cheers and applause. Her head was swimming, and her vision was going black on the edges. She felt hands guiding her to sit down on the ground, and looked over to see Devan's smiling face as her sister lowered her. Once there, Danica lay down and closed her eyes for a moment until the weakness passed. Devan held one hand, palm up, pointed at Danica, and with the other gestured to the crowd to keep the applause going. The students responded enthusiastically. Danica sighed in contentment, seeing Dunthain stomping off into the school alone. Devan watched the arrogant young man leaving as well, knowing his pockets were a great deal lighter than they had been when he walked out into the sun a few minutes earlier. Danica lay on the ground, trying to regain her strength and basking in the praise. Devan moved to gesture at a section of the crowd that she didn't feel was applauding loud enough, and the bright autumn sun fell upon Danica once more. Danica chuckled at the coincidence and thought, Out of my sister's shadow, for a few moments anyway, as she unsteadily rose to her feet. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-08-29 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------