Danica Pt. 04

Danica and Andrea managed to get Damian hard one more time that night, much to his fascination and amazement, and Danica cast her spell on him, so he could last long enough for them both to ride him to several sweet crescendos. Danica then encouraged Damian to take Andrea from behind and fill her up once more. They collapsed into a deep sleep, their naked bodies entwined on the bed.

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Andrea awoke with the sun the next morning, cleaned up, and hurried off to her duties. Damian and Danica lingered longer, but it was still quite early in the morning when Danica arose and returned to her chambers.

Danica remembered the vials she had taken from the Princess' bedside table. She decided to take them to the apothecary, as well as check on how the seamstress was coming along with the crafting of her special corset.

The old woman showed Danica the partially completed corset, and Danica smiled wide, because she could see it was going to fulfill her vision perfectly. The woman had already completed the panties, and Danica tried them on.

She licked her lips when she looked in the mirror. The front just covered her private places, revealing her legs almost to the hip. She turned and looked at her bottom, the rounded cheeks well displayed by the skimpy cotton covering.

Danica thanked the seamstress, and discovered that the potion had worked -- very well. Both women shared a laugh, and then Danica headed toward the apothecary. She presented the man there with the vials, and waited patiently while he sniffed, tasted, and tested them all.

"They are all quite potent drugs, all from the jungle, and all forbidden in this country," the man explained. "The first -- the red -- stimulates the heart and breathing somewhat. Its main purpose is to send vastly increased blood flow to unmentionable areas. It also induces a state of euphoria, and causes the scents the body releases naturally, which attract the opposite sex, to be much increased. It is dangerous, because it can damage the heart when used in excess, or on someone with an already weak heart. It also causes you to crave it, and you eventually need ever more to get the same strength of effect. The amount in this vial would be enough to drive a half a dozen people into this euphoric state, if they had never used it before -- or not very often. I must caution against using this."

"I just want to know what they are. I'm not planning to use them. Simple curiosity," Danica responded.

The old man carefully looked into her face and appeared to see truth there. He snorted, nodded his approval, and then raised the next vial. "The blue increases the heart rate and breathing much more. The entire body is affected in the same way. Like the other, what is in this vial would keep a half dozen people awake for a day or more. This one is even more dangerous. There are those who have had their hearts explode when abusing this. Taken sparingly, and rarely, this can be used to maintain alertness, when it is necessary. I would still caution against its use, except in the direst of circumstances. No more than a drop, every four hours or so, should be sufficient for that task."

Danica nodded, thinking she should keep this drug on hand, just in case the need for it ever did arise.

"The last is the most devilish. It induces illusions in the mind. The person using this will see, hear, taste, smell, and feel things that aren't there. I've seen a few under this drug's effect, and heard their ramblings. The illusions must be vivid beyond belief. This drug causes you to need more of it as well, and even if you somehow force yourself to stop taking it, the effects may creep up on you years later, without warning. I knew one man who joined a monastery, and had not touched the drug in a decade. He found himself drawn into a world of illusion one night during a thunderstorm, one which was exactly like those he had experienced while using the drug. The illusions are not always benign, either. They can be horrifying. There are those who have died of fright from the horrors conjured by their own minds."

Danica shivered, thinking about the young Princess using these strong, dangerous drugs -- and in such large amounts. The girl would likely not live long, if she continued to do so.

Danica requested the herbs and processes necessary to produce the drugs, and the man promised to write them out for her, after repeating his warnings and watching her carefully, as he did so. Apparently satisfied with her response, he wrote down everything as he had promised.

Now, with untended business completed, Danica felt free of burdens. She returned to her lab, sat down, retrieved a block of clay, and went to work.

When Danica felt exhaustion begin to overcome her that evening, she sat her work aside. She had fashioned a curved, slightly bowl-shaped object, with ends that drew up to rounded points. She had begun to build up something from the center of the bowl, but its form was as yet unrecognizable.

Danica sat the object on a well-damped towel, placed a bowl over top of it, and went to bed.

Danica hurried through her meal and bath the next morning, eager to return to her crafting. The sun had been set for several hours, when Danica at last sat back heavily in her chair with a gasped sigh of exhaustion.

The form she had begun building up in the center revealed itself to be the shape of a very full set of lips. The lips were parted, and a tongue lolled out over the bottom lip, hanging down about a half inch below it. The tongue humped up on the inside of the mouth, and was much longer than anything natural. It would extend out more than twice a normal tongue's length past the lips, if not bent. Along the edges of the item were squared loops, similar to those used to fasten straps onto armor.

Danica took the item, placed it in the kiln to fire, and then dragged her feet all the way to the bed. She barely found the energy to change into her sleeping gown before collapsing into an exhausted slumber.

Danica slept late that day and into the early afternoon. She checked the object, and found it had fired perfectly. She removed it from the kiln, and set it on her worktable, covering it with a soft cloth. Her hands and eyes still ached, and she had no desire to try to begin the detailed painting and glazing in that condition.

There were other things that Danica needed to attend to, so she set about completing those tasks today. She gathered up her notes and carefully measured sketches, and then set out for the craftsmen in the workshops.

She found a muscular man who was making leather armor, and deemed his work to be of the sort she needed. She waited quietly nearby, while he finished putting the last few, obviously decorative, touches onto a set of strong leather straps. When he finished, she approached with her sketches.

"I need something made. If you don't mind, please take a look at these," Danica requested, and held out the sketches.

The man eyed her for a moment, and then seemed to determine that she was someone of significance, and not just another servant, or craftsman. He then took the sketches, and leafed through them. "You've noted the buckles should be in silver. I'd suggest Amphros who works at the other end of this workshop. He does this kind of fine, detail work in silver. He's obsessed with his craft, and he'll etch even those tiny lil' things with scrollwork," the leather worker recommended, as he continued to look over the sketches.

"I'll take your suggestion on the buckles. Can you make the straps?" Danica asked.

"Aye, I can make 'em. My fingers will probably be sore for a week, from trying to work on such dainty pieces, with these meat hooks," he replied, while holding out his hands and smiling. "But -- aye -- I can do it. Cripes -- but this is a strange looking weave. I know better than to ask, because I might not want to know the answer," he finished with a laugh.

Danica chuckled, "True. A wise man."

He handed her back the page showing only the detailed sketch of the buckle. "Take that on over to Amphros. He'll probably be happy to take on such a challenge immediately. As for me, considering how well these sketches show me what you want, I can possibly have this done before the day is out."

"Thank you," Danica said. "Please try to make them as supple as possible. They should not be too stiff, or too hard. I wouldn't want them to cut into skin."

"Not a problem, Lass. Go see Amphros, and come back by here after a bit, and I should have your goods ready."

Danica nodded, and moved deeper into the workshop. On the far end, she found what she was seeking -- a man working on a silver candelabrum. He had his mouth covered with a cloth soaked in something, and he was etching designs into the candelabra, with a tiny steel tool. He dipped the implement in some sort of solution, as Danica approached, and then brought it back to the candelabra.

Danica noticed a small, wispy trail of vapor leaving the end of the man's etching tool. She determined that the solution must be some sort of acid.

The man finished the swirl he was working on, sat back, and pulled the cloth from his face. "May I help you?" He asked.

"You can, if you are Amphros," Danica replied.

"I am," he responded.

"I was told I should bring this to you to be made," Danica said, and handed over her sketch.

Amphros eyed the page, and grunted. "I can do this quite easily. Your design is very practical, but I can make the buckle slightly different, without altering the design or size much. My changes would make the buckle more secure, and easier to use."

Danica nodded. "Please do so -- I bow to your superior knowledge. I need three identical buckles."

"I can have these done by mid-day tomorrow. It will take me until late tonight to complete this piece. I will begin work on yours, on the morrow." Amphros then pulled the cloth back over his face.

Danica took that as the signal that their transaction was complete for the day, and made her way back through the workshop. She took note of the crafts the tradesman worked at, and the quality of their work, as she passed through. Since she had this resource at her disposal, she decided to make use of it.

The leather worker looked up, and nodded as Danica returned to his work area. He beckoned her to approach when he saw her, closing the lid of a trunk he had been rummaging through, as she approached.

Danica walked back to his workbench, and he said, "I've got a few prepared that I can work the way you want, but I know I can make a set more supple, as well as prepare the leather specifically for you. It'll take some time, though -- a couple of days. Do you need to have this done quickly?"

Danica pondered for a moment. She knew it would likely take her quite some time to paint and glaze the piece she was working on. She doubted she would get to that today -- or even tomorrow. "No, if you can do better with more time, please do. This is a gift, and I want it to be perfect."

The man smiled wide. "Now that's what I like to see -- someone who appreciates quality work. I get little enough chance to show my skills around here," he exclaimed with a clap. "Stop by in a couple of days, and I'll let you know how I'm doing." He opened a large cabinet, and picked up the trunk to put it back inside.

Something caught Danica's eye, and she let out a little exclamation of amazement. The man paused in closing the cabinet. "Something you want to see?" He asked.

Danica walked back behind his workbench to the cabinet, to get a closer look. Inside the cabinet was a dark jerkin -- the leather shining brightly in the light of the room. It was more than dark, in truth; it was pitch black in color. Danica reached out and touched the leather. The garment was quite supple, but still a little stiff and shaped.

"I have never seen the like," Danica mused.

The leather worker grinned. "One of my specialties. It hardly would protect you from more than small briars, but it's sure good for looking. I accidentally discovered the process when I was working too tired one night, and slowly perfected it."

Another vision filled Danica's head, and she immediately gave it voice. "I wonder if you might make something else for me, after you finish the harness?" She continued to stroke the leather between her fingers, as she spoke.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked.

"The leather dark, and shiny -- like this. I think it should be just a little more supple than this, but still holding its shape. Open in the back, laced with crossed strips. The front should just cover, and support my breasts. The bottoms should be open here," Danica ran her hands over her hips, and the front of her legs, to demonstrate, "and here," she finished, placing her hands on her buttocks.

The man rubbed his neck, tilting his head to the side, as he considered Danica's suggestions. He shuddered as an image of what she wanted congealed in his mind. "The thought of that is a vision to behold!" he exclaimed, and erupted in a booming laugh. "Aye, I can do it -- gladly! Though, I'll need to get your sizes..." He paused a bit, trying to give her the indication that he would have to measure her personally to get it right.

"Of course," Danica responded, still staring at the jerkin, and reached for the tie on her robes.

"Whoa, Lass! Not here!" The big man admonished, much to the dismay of several craftsmen in the area who had ceased their work to watch the show. "Come with me to my real workplace where I tan the leather. The work stinks -- and that's the polite word for it. They keep me stuck way off in the corner of the grounds. At least then, half the world won't see what you have to reveal. No more than necessary, I assure you."

Danica nodded and laughed. "I was so anxious; I didn't even think."

"I'll be done here in an hour or so. Come back, and I'll take you there and get your sizes. Then I can get to work on both projects for you."

"Thank you, I'll be back soon," Danica responded, and took the man's hand when he stretched it out for her to shake.

Danica left the workshop and went to the library. She browsed for a while, making note of several sections that detailed magic she had some interest in, but little knowledge of. She took no books with her this time, because she still had a lot of work to do on her current project, and did not want to be distracted.

As Danica was about to leave the library, she remembered she was supposed to meet with Celes that morning, to work on the Armor of Dispelling spell. Danica slapped her forehead and muttered, "Stupid!" She immediately hurried back to the main building.

Danica asked a few women about Celes, because few in the place seemed to know Celes by name, and she could not describe how Celes looked to the men -- who still saw her as young, and vital. Nobody seemed to know where Celes was, so Danica returned to her chambers, thinking she could write a note and leave it there. At least she could offer some explanation to Celes until she could find her.

She was nearly to her chambers, when she saw Celes walking toward her, from the opposite direction. "I'm so sorry Celes. I completely forgot. I was so wrapped up in what I was doing." Danica apologized, when the two met in front of her door.

Celes cackled, "No need for apologizin', Dearie. I'ze just on me way here to apologize to ye, 'cause I missed our study this mornin'. I got meself called away, an' only just now made it back."

Danica wiped her brow, "Whew, I'm glad. I still have things to do. In the morning?"

"I've only got a few minutes meself, 'fore I've got to be back about a task as well. In the mornin', Aye," Celes agreed.

Danica smiled at the old woman, and said, "I should be going. I fear I'm already behind."

"Take care, Dearie, an' keep yer wits about ye. An' don't miss me on the morrow this time!" Celes finished her statement with a wink, and a laugh.

Danica hurried back to the workshop, where she found the leather-worker waiting patiently for her return outside of the building. He smiled wide, and beckoned her to follow.

They reached the extreme edge of the grounds, a couple of minutes later. Here were the tanneries, charcoal burners, and every other odiferous occupation. A magical breeze blowing across the area and over the wall, kept the smells confined.

The man walked her over to his small abode, Danica in tow. He pointed to one door, and explained, "That's the entrance to the tannery where I prepare the leather. I'll not take you in there, because the smell would be likely to knock you down." He laughed, and then led her to the other side of the building. "We'll get your sizes in my quarters, away from prying eyes," he said, and opened the door.

The room was small, simple, and functional. The man slept here, ate here, and that was about all. He went to a drawer and pulled out a measuring cord.

Danica let her robes drop to the floor, chuckling when the muscular man's eyes went wide. He shook his head upon seeing her curves unobstructed by her robes.

He took her sizes, doing his best not to stare or touch her when not necessary, though he was obviously having some difficulty with that. "There, all done," he said and stepped back.

His strong hands on her body, limited though the contact had been, ensured that Danica was not done, however. Danica let him see the fires burning in her eyes, and reached out to lay her hand on his trousers.

Seeing that she shared his suppressed desires, he pulled her into a kiss and picked her up as he did so. He carried her to the bed and laid her down before he broke the kiss.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing his strong chest -- the muscles rippling as he moved. He dropped his trousers in a quick motion, and Danica moaned upon seeing his large, uncut cock, swollen to full, throbbing erection.

Danica sat up, leaned over the bed, and pulled his foreskin back with her hand to stroke it over his erection. After a few strokes of her hand, she wrapped her lips around the revealed purple helmet.

He groaned, caressing her hair as she sucked him, and stroked his foreskin over the shaft below. After a few minutes, he pushed her head gently away from him, and laid her down.

When he grabbed her panties, and pulled them down, Danica kicked them off and spread her legs wide. He moved forward, and buried himself inside her, in one quick push. He wasted no time, and immediately started taking her, hard and fast.

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Oh yes, take me," Danica gasped, as her body rocked under the power of his thrusts.

With every stroke of his cock, Danica's breasts bounced up and down even more violently than the rest of her body. She gasped and grabbed hold of them, pinching her nipples as she continued to yelp and moan under his assault.

Danica's felt as though she was slowly filling with pure energy. The incredible pressure became almost painful, and then the energy suddenly spilled from her as she climaxed. She screamed loud, and her ass lifted off the bed as her back arched.

His hands went under Danica's bottom, and he held her off the bed as he continued to pound her. Danica gasped and cried out as he fucked her trembling body. He let out a growled scream, and she felt him fill her with his cream -- lots of it. She moaned in deep satisfaction, as she felt the warmth flood through her depths and spread throughout her body.

After a few moments of holding himself deep inside her, he started stroking again. He moved slowly at first, but built up speed with every few thrusts. Danica gasped, realizing he wasn't going soft. After only a few moments, her breasts once again started to bounce violently from the pounding he was giving her.

Danica could feel slight twinges of pain, as he continued to take her so hard and fast. It wasn't enough to dull her intense arousal, and actually seemed to increase it. She moaned and growled like an animal, her upper body writhing on the bed as he held her up and fucked her furiously.