Black Rose Ch. 01

My breathing gets heavy and my own hand finds it's way to her, across a breast with rough fingers, she shudders and presses against me, her tongue gently working against mine. She continues to work my cock while I let my hand slide down her and between her legs. They part for me and I find her ready and willing.

I tease her, lightly playing against her clit. She tightens her grip on my cock and both of us breathe deeper, a hungry sound. I kiss her harder but my touch stays light, slowly working circles as she begins to moan into my mouth.

She rolls over and straddles me, leaning over and kissing me still. She reaches down and guides me into her, my cock slowly easing inside her. She leans back and sinks down, breathing out while I let my hands feel down her back, to her lower back.

I've never been one to need to be in control, especially not now. I let out a groan as she moves on my cock, beginning to work up and down on it. One of her hands grabs my chest, nails raking me in just the right mix of pain and pleasure. The other rests on my thigh, gripping tight.

I feel a tightness building so I reach up, grab her, kiss her fiercely and turn her over onto her back. Her legs wrap around me and I tease her with the tip of my cock, toying with her wet cunt.

"Don't play with me." She says, pulling me towards her. I oblige and she arches against me. My hips seem ten years younger as I thrust into her and her legs tighten around my waist. Her hands hold my shoulders and her breathing quickens.

One of my hands is on her thigh and the other on the bed, while we move together. She moves her hands to my back and rakes it again, still straddling that fine line. The tension in my cock builds to the point of unbearable, I slow for a moment and she knows what I'm going to ask before I do.

"Cum inside me." She breathes, hands pulling my against her. Orcs, always so blunt.

When I cum I thrust myself deep and grunt with each pulsing shot from my cock while her hands claw my back and she cums, shuddering in my hands and crying out in pleasure. I collapse into her, breathing hard and slowly grinding my cock inside her, her head tilts back and she smiles, breathless.

"Not too old." She says, kissing my neck.

"Aren't we the same age?" I ask her. She slaps my ass, playfully, and bites my ear gently.

"I think there's a bathhouse a street over." She whispers into my ear.

"Are you suggesting I smell?" I ask her, putting on an offended air. "What about food?"

"I have an idea about what we can eat." She bites harder this time and I feel my cock stir inside her. She gasps, delighted.

"Not too old at all."

Kira

We lay on poor Cedric's desk, entangled and naked. Moira's head is tucked into my shoulder, the sweet scent of her hair and sweat is addictive to me. I breathe it in and kiss the top of her head. She stirs against me, nuzzling and kissing my chest.

"We're almost out of time, sweet girl." I mumble, wishing we could just lay here forever.

"We've got all the time in the world, Kira." Moira says, looking up at me. "You're nineteen today, I will be in a few weeks. We can't stay at the Academy for much longer."

"True."

She holds herself up on an elbow, brushing that incredibly cute short hair from her face. Gods, I love her.

"We could get a place." She traces a finger over my chest, up to my collarbone and chin. "I'm not a prodigy like you, but I'm an exceptional alchemist. You can write your own ticket. We won't need a stolen hour from the Elder or some bookshop desk that leaves splinters in your butt."

She's so cute, I watch her excitement as she plucks said splinter out and flicks it away. She really believes that we could do that. She is about to go on when I lean in and kiss her, pulling her head to mine. It is a deep kiss, one that steals my breath and when it's over, hers too.

"I love you." I say.

Those green eyes are wide and unsure. She digs a finger into her ear and looks at me.

"Did you just?"

I nod. She kisses me, deeply and I taste her and I push into the kiss. Her hand flattens against my chest and pushes me back. I smile as she kisses my neck, my chest, she teases me with a hand and her tongue gently circles a nipple. I moan and put my hand onto her chest.

I apply just the right amount of magic, turning her over onto her back with a startled yelp. I wrap a hand around her wrists and pull her arms above her head, holding them in place with a warding spell.

"You are a prodigy!" She says. "You didn't even have to say the spell!"

"I have a talented tongue." I tell her, kissing her and letting my own hand slip between her thighs, caressing her wetness. She pushes against my hand and moans. I kiss between her breasts and then let my mouth wander to a nipple. She's always been smaller than I have but that's never been a problem for me. It's her turn to arch as my finger circles her clit and she begins to breathe harder.

"I love you too." She says.

"I know." I kiss her little belly button and follow the path down, kissing her mound and then letting my tongue taste her. She writhes against the bonds, uselessly. I am a prodigy, a prodigy that's been training for eight years.

I work my tongue around her clit, gently, feeling her respond. I know what she likes. I let my tongue move with steady speed, letting a hand crawl up her belly and gently rubbing a breast, the other I leave on her thigh for leverage. I tease her until I can hear her breathing asking for more, her legs squeezing against me.

"Kira." She breathes out, begging.

I let my tongue glide over her clit and she moans, writhing harder. My tongue moves with a little more pressure, I use the tip of my tongue just how she likes it. It's a slow build until I can hear her breathing turn ragged, gasping and hitching. I can feel her muscles tighten, on the edge and ready to be pushed over. I let the bonds fall and her hands drop to my head, fingers tangling in my longer hair and nails scraping my scalp. She cums, wave after wave of twitching muscles and draining tension.

When she screams out, I wonder if anyone can hear. I wonder if that boy can hear, or if he found somewhere else to watch from while touching himself.

I don't give a shit if he's behind a book stack with his dick in his hand. I only care about Moira right now.

How much I love her but I don't think I can give her what she wants.

"We're going to be late." She says, when it's done and we're back in each others arms.

"I know." I kiss her nose. I don't say what I'm thinking.

That this goodbye is worth the punishment.

Sera

The back of my head fucking hurts.

Probably something to do with the jawbone that I slammed into the top of it. Damned guard, ruined my schedule. Can't sulk for too long about it, just have to deal with it. By now every guard will be looking for the golden haired bard with the big tits that broke their buddies jaw in a brutal ambush.

They won't talk about how it was after I tried to break his cock off with my hand. I hope I did.

I stand in my rented room, the same room I've rented for two years now. It's tidy, furnished well enough, and I keep from working a con anywhere near it so I run a lower risk of being spotted. I'm staring at my hair in a polished mirror and holding a tin of red paste.

I pay good money for this stuff from a rather talented apothecary that doesn't ask questions as long as good coin passes her hand. I've stripped off the brown leather trousers and white shirt. I set the tin next to the bathtub of steaming water and step in, hissing at the feeling of hot water on my legs. Soon it feels pleasant instead of scalding and I slip further down into it, letting the water wash over me.

I also pay good money for soap. I like soap. I use the bar and scrub my arms, then my legs, then my chest and back and soon I feel entirely new. I lounge in the water and sigh, sinking a little lower until it's just my nose and eyes above the waterline. I blow some bubbles and giggle.

It wasn't the worst payday. That guard was a problem but I still walked away with a month worth of pay for a night's worth of singing and putting up with leering assholes. All I lost was another month with this hair.

"Fine."

I sigh.

"Come in!" I call out. The door opens and a young man enters the room. He blushes and averts his eyes when he sees me. He must be new. That's unfortunate.

"Madam? Are you ready?" He asks me.

"Obviously. I called you in." I say. He shuffles toward me and I point to the red paste.

"I need it cut and dyed. They tell me you aren't Whalen but you are good enough."

"Yes, I studied under her." He slides a stool to the end of the tub and dips his fingers into the red paste, working it into my hair in small handfuls.

"Studied, or studied?" I ask.

"I don't understand the question." He mumbles, clearly uncomfortable. So it's not the good kind of studied. I sigh, disappointed. I drum my fingers on the tub edge, already impatient.

"Madam, please be still."

I am ready to slip a hand beneath the water and get myself off when the tub starts to shake. He yelps and tumbles off his stool. It's not the tub, it's the whole damn room. The building. The godsdamned city!

I leap from the tub and grab fresh clothes, a green shirt and black pants and struggle into my boots. If the building comes down I'm not standing outside for the world to see. I also grab my coins. I'd rather be naked in front of the city than without the money.

In the hall there are others, various states of dress and concern. I push past them and thud down the stairs in my boots, heading for the open street. I don't want a building on my head either. That would hurt worse than it already does.

Outside I look for the source, just as half the city seems to be doing. To the east, the Mage's District, looks like. A cloud of smoke rises and I see something I haven't seen in this city in my life. Or rather, I see something is suddenly missing.

The Mage's Tower is gone.

The Academy is gone.