Danica Pt. 04

The young man passed his final test as he spurted inside Danica, simultaneous with her own shuddering orgasm. Danica gave him a few moments to gasp for breath, as she needed the time as well. She then slapped him playfully on the ass, and followed it with a gentle nudge indicating he should get off her.

They both gasped when he pulled free from her, trembling from the intense shock of pleasure that shot through them as he did.

Danica sat up and kissed him as he knelt on trembling legs in front of her. "You did very well. You obviously paid attention last time. If you do that for a woman who likes you, she'll keep coming back for more. Stay away from the Nymph Dweomer -- it's cheating. Only a woman who really wants you can make you feel that good, and enjoy it too."

The young man nodded with a silly smile on his face. Danica kissed him one more time and said, "Now get dressed and go."

While he dressed, Danica glided past the other two young men toward the pool. She touched both of their erections and licked her lips before continuing to the water to wash up.

Danica tested both of the other young men, and they proved they had learned their lessons well. The last exploded inside her just as Danica was nearing her peak, but he had the determination to overcome his sensitivity and continued stroking Danica's depths until she climaxed as well.

Danica whispered in his ear, which was easy to do since he had collapsed atop her almost as soon as she had started coming, "Don't worry -- you pass the test too. I'm not that particular about the rules when I come that hard."

Her spent lover smiled weakly in response. Danica told him to get dressed and be on his way as well. She went to the pool for the third time to clean up, and then strutted toward the final apprentice. There was an obvious note of challenge in her bearing as she approached, her hips swaying seductively and water from the pool running down her nude body.

Danica studied the apprentice as she approached. He was really quite handsome, but something in his expression gave him an arrogant air that detracted from his appearance. His long, dark brown hair had a subtle curl to it, and he appeared to have a strong, youthful body beneath his robes.

"You judge people too quickly, and you are rude. How many women have shared your bed?" Danica asked when she stopped a couple of feet from the uncomfortable looking apprentice.

"Plenty," he replied with the sort of arrogance Danica had expected from him.

"Mmm hmm -- and how many succumbed to your rude advances without you using magic to sway them?" Danica asked, putting her hands on her hips and cocking them at a seductive angle.

When he didn't answer, Danica said, "That's what I thought. I bet you've never even seen a woman reach her heights before now, have you?"

"Lots of times," he retorted.

Danica knew she had hit a nerve. She let out a derisive snort and said, "Perhaps under someone else's touch. You look like the sort that just ruts like an animal and is asleep a minute after he starts."

The apprentice blushed in an obvious combination of embarrassment and anger. "What do you know?"

"I know I'm standing here naked, and the only wetness between my legs right now came from the pool," Danica lied. The whole situation actually turned her on a great deal.

"You couldn't handle me," the apprentice snorted and crossed his hands over his chest.

Danica mimed a yawn. "Big words -- have you anything to back them up?"

He grunted and jerked down the front of his trousers. His being angry and embarrassed obviously had no power to overcome the arousal caused by the sight of Danica's body.

Danica raised her eyebrows slightly. "Well, it appears to work. I suppose that's a first step. Now, why don't you go find a nice knothole in a fence and take care of it?"

"Frigid bitch," the young man growled.

Danica had originally meant to play hard to get, expecting that as any normal young man's would, the apprentice's desires would take control of him and calm his demeanor. She was really aroused, and had actually planned to try to teach him something by letting him take her -- once he dropped his smug attitude. Now she knew he really was nothing more than a smug, arrogant, rude ass. The arousal she had felt drained out of her in an instant.

"Smug and rude to a fault," Danica said, moving in closer to him.

"Can't resist a real man, can you?" He taunted Danica, while pointing his cock at her with his hand.

Danica crinkled her nose. "On second thought, I wouldn't wish your clumsy advances on a knothole." With that, Danica gathered up her clothing and started to get dressed.

Danica heard the apprentice softly chanting the words of the Nymph Dweomer. She chuckled inwardly, knowing the simple spell would have absolutely no effect on her. The young man was supremely arrogant to believe it would have the same effect on her that it might on a barmaid or a female novitiate.

Danica had just finished pulling on her panties when he finished the spell. Danica felt its power move against her, and then felt it dissipate like smoke in the wind in the face of her will. Danica let a crooked smile grace her face for a moment, and then turned back toward the apprentice.

His smug look became even more so, seeing her walking back toward him. "Now, why don't you take those panties back off," he said as he dropped his trousers around his ankles.

He had just raised his eyes back up after glancing down to unbutton his trousers when Danica reached him and said, "You dropped something."

She then brought her knee up hard, directly into his crotch.

The young man dropped breathless to the ground after a long, pained moan. Danica chuckled at him, and then noticed laughter coming from the bushes. She looked over and saw that the three young men had either not left, or had come back.

"There's the much bragged about prowess of Colin the Master Wizard," Danica heard one of them whisper, and then the stifled laughter grew more pronounced.

Danica laughed as well. "Please be sure to let everyone know about his prowess. Hopefully, the word getting around will protect girls he tries to use the Nymph Dweomer on."

Danica turned back to the groaning apprentice. "I said the Nymph Dweomer was cheating. Now you see what happens to cheaters -- especially when they are rude asses who smell like the same."

Danica walked back over to where he was, and then knelt down next to him to add, "They're all three better lovers than you'll ever be. I've probably had more women than you have, and I can guarantee I satisfied more of them than you. You've got a lot to learn about being a man."

Danica rose then and got dressed -- waving toward the bushes as she walked away, back toward the main building and her rooms.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica awoke the next day with the desire to get back to work in her lab burning within her. She went down to the workshops early, retrieving her harness and silver buckles from the two craftsmen. The leather worker attached the buckles for her, and then instructed her how to attach the free ends to whatever it was she was going to use them on. He also told her he would have the clothes from her vision ready in about a week.

Danica told him she would come to his quarters to pick them up, model them for him, and thank him in a week. She kissed him when she finished whispering in his ear, and he smiled wide as she exited the workshop to return to her chambers.

Danica spent the remaining part of the day painting and glazing her present for Celes. When she finished, she smiled at her work, which already looked almost real as it sat on the table before her.

She carried her crafting to the kiln, setting it to cure the glaze. That done, she went to her bed to sleep, weary from being bent over the table and staring at one spot for so long the whole day through.

She removed the item from the kiln the next morning and smiled again. The firing had brought the colors to life and made her work look even more realistic.

She spent the better part of an hour carefully attaching the leather harness to the device on the squared loops she had fashioned. When she finished, she stood, hiked up her robes, and slipped the harness around her hips. She centered the device over the front of her panties and then adjusted the straps, buckling them when she had the device secured in place.

After bouncing around a bit to test it, she felt satisfied that the design would be adjustable and secure enough. Loosening the straps, she laid it on the table and went to take her morning bath.

Danica soaked in the tub, centering her mind and preparing for the task of casting the enchantments over the item. When she felt ready, Danica left the bath, dressed, and then returned to her lab. She spent the remainder of the day -- and well into the night -- casting the spells over her present for Celes. At last, she could concentrate no more. She collapsed into her bed, still clothed in her robes that were drenched in sweat, and slept.

Danica stripped off the stiff robes when she awoke the next morning and bathed thoroughly. When she returned to the lab this time, she wore only a light shift.

Darkness had settled over the land by the time Danica spoke the last words of the final enchantment. She watched with her heart pounding in her chest and her breath coming in gasps as the item absorbed the glow of her magic.

Standing up, Danica felt her legs wobbling beneath her. She had expended much of her energy in the casting of the powerful spells. She stumbled haltingly from the lab into the main room, and then to the bath. She was determined that her own smell would not awaken her tomorrow as it had today.

Danica coughed and sputtered a short while later as she awoke where she had fallen asleep in the bath -- slipping beneath the water. She climbed out of the tub and managed to towel dry. Finally, she stumbled to the bed and collapsed into exhausted slumber.

Danica awoke and walked slowly to the lab, still nude, the next morning. She picked up her crafting and carried it back to her bed, where she sat down on the edge of the mattress.

She held her breath for a moment, and then spoke a word of command. It was not one that someone would normally use on the item, but one she had instilled in it so she could test its various enchantments individually.

The item warmed in her hand -- even the leather straps and silver buckles -- reaching body temperature almost immediately. The entire item became soft, like skin, and the lips parted a bit more. The tongue between the lips quivered just a bit, and when Danica touched the tongue, she felt it was wet.

She spoke another word of command, and the item cooled in her hand. She lay down on the bed and slipped the harness around her, buckling it into place. She then spoke the word of command that activated the item fully.

It warmed instantly, and the phantasmal force sprang into being around it. Danica could no longer see the device at all -- only the image of Andrea it conjured up. She could feel the woman's warm breath on her sex, the hair sweeping against her thighs, and the nipples brushing against her legs. A moment later, she felt the tongue slide inside her.

The sensations of the device's real caressing of her folds -- combined with the powerful phantasmal force image -- worked perfectly. She knew the item's powers, and even she found it hard to believe it was not the real Andrea who lapped her so hungrily.

There was one difference, but one that made little impact on the feeling of the illusion by the time Danica noticed it. The tongue on the item was far longer than any natural one, and it delved into Danica deeper, hitting spots that no tongue could ever reach. It drove Danica nearly mad with pleasure. She writhed on the bed, feeling the weight of the other woman's body pressing down against her -- trying to hold her into place.

Danica came with an explosive lurch, which nearly sent her tumbling off the bed. The force of her writhing and rolling dispelled the illusion, but did nothing to stop the toy's lapping tongue and sucking lips from continuing to drive her to new heights of pleasure.

At last, she could take no more and gasped out the command that caused the item to cease its relentless assault. Danica released the buckles and let her wondrous magical crafting slide to the bed. She continued to writhe as the aftershocks surged through her body.

When she managed to get up, she cleaned the item gingerly with a damp cloth and sat it on the bedside table. She then went to clean up, as her sticky juices covered her.

Danica picked up the toy and placed it in a box. She included a note informing Celes of the command words to activate the item, and instructions about how to put it on. Danica smiled, knowing that she had found a way to, at least somewhat, circumnavigate the curse Zoraster had cast on Celes. She would once again know the pleasure of having a beautiful woman go down on her and make her come hard.

She tracked down a servant in the halls and finally managed to find someone to deliver the item to Celes. She then ventured out onto the grounds and to the library, where she spent the remainder of the day.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Over the next few days, Danica spent her time in the large library. She pored over texts on illusion, charm, combat magic, and protective magic -- everything she could find. She took copies of some of the spells back to her chambers, learned a few of the simpler and more useful ones, leaving the rest for later.

She spent her nights with Damian or Andrea -- or with both of them. One night she returned to the pool on the grounds to make a man of another youth who waited there, hoping she might return. He had absolutely been there for instruction as much as fun. Danica found him very attentive, and a quick study. Danica knew that whoever decided to be his lover was going to enjoy it. All the while, she wondered after Celes, whom she had not seen or heard from in days. Damian told her Celes had picked up the item he had crafted for her on the day Danica had tested her present, but he had not seen her since.

The stated time had passed, so Danica went to the workshops and inquired about her new leather outfit. The large man smiled wide, told her it was ready, and then led her to his quarters.

Danica beamed when she saw the garments. She quickly stripped off her clothes and tried the outfit on. The feeling of the leather against her skin made her feel wicked and wanton. She smiled lustily at the man who had made them for her, and glided toward him.

The big man shuddered and said, "Damn me but you look... There are no words." He sighed then, adding, "An' damn Zoraster."

Danica leaned back and looked at him, confused.

"I have to get back. I have half a dozen leather mails to finish, and only two more days to do it. The thanking me part will have to wait until another time," he explained with another sigh.

Danica's lip curled into a pout, and she sighed heavily as she backed away from him a step.

"I'm sorry lass..." He shuddered again and continued, "So sorry. There's no helping it, I'm afraid. I must get back." He stared longingly at Danica as she pulled off the sexy leather outfit.

Danica sighed in frustration as she tied up her robe and walked out of the small room with him. She noticed the young man standing next to the tannery part of the building again when the big man at her side glanced in that direction.

"Oy lad -- there'll be no lessons today. I'm on short time. Take yer leisure for a couple of days," he called to his apprentice.

Danica eyed the handsome young man, finding an outlet for her built up desire. "Perhaps there are other lessons he might learn today," she suggestively said.

The big man laughed, "Ha, Lass. Well, be careful an' don't break him. He's the first damn apprentice I had that hasn't been a complete waste." Glancing at his apprentice, he chuckled, and then hurried back to the workshop.

Danica walked over to the young man. She could see desire, hope, and doubt mingled in his eyes as she approached him. "Your master has no time to teach today. Would you like to learn from me how to pleasure a woman instead?" She reached out to touch his chest with her hand as she came to stand in front of him.

"Oh, Aye," he replied with a smile. "I'm sure there's plenty you can teach me."

Danica twitched her eyebrows and turned to walk back toward the leather worker's living quarters. The young man stepped ahead of her to get the door.

Danica smiled approvingly. "Well, you're courteous. That's a very good start," she said as she walked in the door.

He followed her in and she turned to say, "My name is Danica. What is yours?"

"I'm Arutha," he replied.

Danica stood smiling, waiting for him to make a move. Arutha hesitated, and finally he muttered, "Uhmm..."

"We'll skip the rest of the getting to know each other part," Danica said with a crooked grin. "Come kiss me, silly man."

He closed the space between them and leaned down to her as she turned her face up toward him. He kissed her hard, his desire plainly evident.

When he broke the kiss, Danica said, "Slow down dear. Start off gentle. Lead up to that passion, unless your partner is throwing her clothes off as you walk in the door. Now, come try it again."

He wrapped his arms around her this time, one sliding up her back to caress it as he softly kissed her lips, finishing with three soft pecks, which she returned.

"Mmm," Danica moaned as she shivered. "Much better. Do continue."

He brought his lips to hers once more. Their tongues explored each other, and their hands roamed over each other as the intensity of their kisses slowly built.

His lips left hers and moved to her neck, kissing softly down to her shoulder and then moving toward the center. She lifted her chin as he kissed her throat, bringing a slight gasp to her lips.

He kissed her neck on the other side once, and then moved to kiss her on the lips with the same urgent passion as his first kiss. It felt very appropriate to Danica now.

Danica reached down to unfasten his trousers. She kicked off her shoes as he continued to kiss her face, neck, shoulders, eyelids... Each touch of his lips drew small sounds of pleasure from Danica.

She used her hands -- and her now bare feet -- to get his trousers all the way down, and then off when he lifted his feet to assist her. She tugged at his shirt hem, and he pulled his lips from her skin just long enough for her to slide it from his body.

He leaned back in to kiss her again, and fumbled for the tie of her robe. Danica broke the kiss for a second and instructed, "Let her -- unless you start to feel her getting impatient. Let the woman do it unless you sense she wants you to do it for her." She then pressed her lips back to his.

Danica moved to kiss his neck, and then lower to his chest. Her kisses over his nipples were slow, and her tongue swirled over each. She untied her robes as she returned her lips to his, and pulled the garment open. He put his hands into the parting of the cloth and helped her slide it from her body.

The sight of her bare breasts, the nipples hard and erect, called to him. His head dipped downward and his lips gently wrapped around her right nipple. His hands cupped the globes, caressing them as he suckled her. Danica moaned softly and offered no resistance whatsoever as he guided her down to the bed with gentle pressure.

He continued to caress her breasts and suck on the erect tips, running his fingertip over whichever nipple wasn't in his mouth at any given moment. Danica's moans increased in both volume and pitch, evidence of her deepening need.