Black Rose Ch. 02

Her gasps are less light and she begins to arch into my fingers.

"I'm not big on moral guidance, I'd rather fuck you." I whisper into her ear and she shudders, kissing me again with a fiery passion.

"Take your clothes off." She says, her voice husky and demanding.

Kira

I shouldn't be doing this. But Moira is dead and she won't ever come back. And I don't want to be alone right now.

Sera stands and I ache for her fingers to come back to me but when she stands, I watch. She's tall and not at all like the students at the Academy, or the teachers.

She is a few years older than I am but not many. She is an elf and that means it's hard to tell.

Her red hair is pulled back and her eyes speak of the world she has been out in. She has green eyes that sparkle, and everything about her is sharp edges and an eternal smirk. Her lips are pulled up on one side, her nose is pointed like her ears. One eyebrow is arched like she is the only one in on a joke. She has piercings through her ears, small gold and silver hoops.

Since her hand is gone I let my own hand fall into the water and I begin to finger myself, watching her with an insatiable hunger.

She unbuttons her shirt, one button at a time, slowly pulling it open. Her skin is pale and I drink in her shape, biting my lip. She grins, her shirt falling to the floor. Her hands work to unlace the black leather pants, she bends over to give me a better view, sliding the pants off into a pile on the floor. Then she is there, naked and gorgeous. She stands with one leg in front of the other and I see her fire red hair.

I bite my lip harder and she takes a few steps toward me, walking like a dancer with one foot in front of the other and her hips moving in a sway that I find intoxicating. She is just out of reach, teasing me.

I raise a hand and pull it towards me and she yelps, suddenly my arm is wrapped around her thighs and my face is inches from her.

"Cheater." She says, then she steps into the tub with me, lifting a leg and dipping it into the water and lowering herself in until she is sitting over me. She leans over and her nipples brush against my chest and her mouth is against mine, hot and hungry. A hand is on the back of my neck and pulling me into her, the other is suddenly between her and me and fingers are on my clit, circling again. I gasp into her.

She sits up taller and I use a hand to massage her nipple between my fingers, rubbing and feeling it against my palm, the softness of her breast in my hand. Then I lift my head up and my tongue circles her nipple, gently teasing while her fingers begin to massage my clit, more firmly now. I use my other hand, resting on her lower back.

Her free hand is suddenly on me and I feel muscles tensing as pleasure builds inside me, slowly at first, like a dam holding back a growing flood. I want this to last forever, her nimble fingers are unlike anything I've ever felt before.

I find myself wondering what she could do with her tongue and the piercing I see in it, a small metal stud that I imagine teasing my pussy and working around my clit, drawing me ever closer to cumming. Her tongue is suddenly on my breast, gently devouring me and sending more waves of ecstasy through my body.

Then she is slowing her fingers and I see that smirk on her lips. She reaches for a cup and drinks from it, then she leans in and kisses me. I taste wine on her tongue when it touches mine and I am greedy for her. She whispers into my ear.

"Can you fuck me with magic?" She asks, her hips moving against me. "Like a man?"

"I've never tried." That's true, I'd never once thought of it. I've touched myself countless times, Moira and I explored every inch of each other, yet never once did I think beyond simple restraints. I focus my thoughts and try it. It is a simple enough spell and suddenly Sera arches in surprise, crying out as magic enters her.

"Gods, that feels like a fucking cock!" She gasps, one hand tight on my shoulder and her head back. "You could have warned me!"

She moves with the motion of the magic, as if she was riding me. She moves up and down and I keep the magic in place, focused on my own pleasure as her dexterous fingers continue to massage my clit. I am moaning and her tongue is in my mouth again, we are kissing and her fingers are tightening on my shoulder while she builds her pace. I can feel the dam cracking and pleasure building behind it.

She leans back and I watch her breasts move, my hand suddenly on one and the other gripping her cheek so tight I worry I'll bruise her. She doesn't seem to mind as she continues to ride the magic and then she is crying out with each shuddering moment that courses through her body. My head falls back over the tub ledge and I do the same, her fingers moving faster now.

We cum together, ecstasy in every muscle as the dam breaks with a great crash. Then she slumps over me and my arms are around her, she lifts her head and kisses me softer this time, gentler. Neither of us can breathe.

Together we lay there in the cooling water.

Then someone conspicuously thumps their large fist on the door.

"You two done?" Rourke asks through the wood. Sera plants one more kiss on my lips before she stands and I give her a playful slap, watching the gentle ripple through her ass. Her cheeky smirk is back as she wraps herself in a towel, giving me a bit of a show before she ties it under an armpit. She tosses one to me and I do the same, then she opens the door.

Rourke has an eyebrow raised when he enters, followed by a smaller man, even a boy, dragging pieces of armor behind him. The boy is tall but not as tall as Rourke, I doubt anyone is. His black hair is wet with sweat and he wears a blacksmith's shirt, no sleeves and loose fitting. I can see every movement of muscle in his arms and shoulders, made thicker by swinging a hammer and carrying materials every day.

His shape is somehow familiar in the doorway. When he turns and our eyes meet, he drops the armor and Rourke makes a strangled noise but the boy doesn't care.

"Mat!" Rourke chokes the word out, picking up the armor as if it could be damaged by a simple fall.

"Mat. It's nice to meet you." I say. "I'm almost surprised you weren't peering through the keyhole."

He blushes so deeply that I worry he'll pass out. He mumbles something and Rourke grips the poor boy's arm, even with all that muscle Mat's arm is smaller than Rourke's huge hand.

"You know her?" He growls.

"Intimately." I say.

Matrick

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

When Rourke came trundling in to fetch the heavy plate armor he'd stored with my master a good five years ago, telling me he thought he finally needed it, I didn't expect this. I didn't expect to lock eyes with her ever again. Especially not after her home had been destroyed.

Now I'm standing here in a room, dropping Rourke's enchanted armor on the floor with an elf in a bath towel drinking wine and finding this incredibly amusing, and a mage in a bath towel who could probably throw me through every well in the building with a snap of her fingers.

"Stop torturing the poor boy." The blond elf says, adjusting the towel to show a little more cleavage, my eyes dart to it for a moment and then back up to her face. She winks at me and I feel heat wash over my body. I think I've blushed down to my toes now.

She is suddenly beside me, a finger dragging over my shoulder and arm and down to my lower back.

"We should keep him." She says. "He's a hard looking lad, all muscle in the right places.

"Who says we're keeping anyone?" Rourke grumbles the words and I'm confused by what's happening. I find myself shivering under the elf's light touch while staring into the eyes of the mage that has stepped out of the tub.

"Why'd you bring him here then?" The elf mumbles, suddenly at my other shoulder, finger still tracing the lines of my arms.

"His master had my armor. Thought I might need it, mage can't kill every one of these Magebreakers."

"So it's a party, then?" The elf purrs into my ear, her fingers following the line of my back to my ass. I yelp and jump away from them and she laughs. But I'm focused on the last word Rourke said.

"I never thought they'd actually do it." I say. "The Magebreakers. I thought it was all talk after a few too many drinks. They really destroyed the Academy?"

That gets everyone's attention.

"Tried to kill her, too." The elf says, on the verge of serious for the first time since I've met her. Granted, that's only been a few minutes.

"And us." Rourke adds, looking at that heavy plate armor piled on the floor. There's more of it in a cart out front, he paid the man behind the counter to watch it. Along with the biggest, meanest looking warhammer I've ever seen. Paladins.

"How do you know about the Magebreakers?" The mage asks me, coming closer. I flinch away, waiting for her to turn me into a fine mist. She doesn't.

"My master, he said that they were going to take back the city from the mages. He said they were a pox on us all, living in their high towers thinking they were better than the rest of us. That's what he said, I thought it was a load of shit."

I add the last bit quickly, looking to avoid that death by magic I was afraid of.

"We should get dressed. Rourke, you should wear your armor." The mage says. "We should pay a visit to this master of yours."

I am still standing there when the mage leans forward and I force my eyes to remain locked on her face.

"That means you should close the door, one eyeful is enough for now."

"Right." The door shuts behind me, leaving me and Rourke and armor in the hallway. Rourke begins to get dressed, shaking his head at me. Then something hits me.

What did she mean, 'for now'?