Danica Pt. 12

With a loud cry of ecstasy, Danica came. Her juices squirted into Marlena's mouth and over her face. In that moment of orgasm, a mental gasp of pleasure and surprise leapt from Marlena to Danica. The touch intensified Danica’s orgasm, and she squirted another fountain of her juices into Marlena's mouth as her orgasm continued to rock her.

Marlena pulled away as Danica continued to shudder, gasp, and come. When Danica recovered enough to open her eyes, Marlena swallowed hard and put a hand on Danica's hip. She pushed to indicate that Danica should move over.

Danica slid sideways to let Marlena lay down on the bed. Zoraster said, "Now it is your turn to drink from her cup, little rose."

Danica shivered as the thought of tasting Marlena sent another aftershock tingling through her body. She moved around to the foot of the bed and Marlena hesitantly parted her legs wide.

Danica crawled between Marlena's legs, and could see just the faintest hints of wetness on Marlena's lips. Again, Danica heard a faint mental gasp of hesitant anticipation coming from Marlena just before making contact with her folds.

Marlena drew in a sharp breath when Danica kissed her on her hood and snaked her tongue downward. Danica shuddered and moaned from the taste, which revealed that Marlena was indeed already wet.

Danica started slowly and gently. She knew that Zoraster would require that Marlena come before he would grant whatever freedom he had promised her – and without the aid of magic. Marlena would have to overcome her aversion to lying with another woman, or put it out of her mind long enough to come on Danica's tongue.

Danica could feel how tense Marlena's muscles were while probing the woman with her tongue. She glanced upward and saw that Marlena's eyes were closed. Danica thought it looked as if the woman was trying to let her mind drift – to forget that it was another woman between her legs touching her in all the places a woman wanted to be touched.

Slowly, Danica felt the tension leave the beautiful woman. The wetness Danica eagerly swirled her tongue to gather grew more abundant. Marlena's breathing quickened, and she rubbed her fingers over her now pebble hard nipples as Danica increased the pressure of her lips and tongue.

Marlena let out a low moan, and Danica sensed that a dam had burst within the illusionist. Marlena’s juices surged to a flood from deep within her. Her hips gyrated in small circles as Danica lapped and sucked her. Quiet whimpers and moans passed Danica’s lips as the flow of woman nectar drove her to greater efforts.

Danica’s sex ached as she looked up at Marlena and saw the pleasure evident in her expression. Marlena’s eyes were still closed, and Danica guessed that the woman was envisioning someone else making her feel so good. Danica even caught fleeting thoughts of a handsome man drifting from Marlena to confirm it.

Marlena's fires surged high under Danica’s tongue, and Danica let her careful controls lapse to devour Marlena.

Marlena let out a gasping squeal and pushed upward with her hips, pressing her folds into Danica's eager mouth. Marlena drew closer to climax every second, as Danica's tongue swirled over her.

Danica knew a woman's body, and she knew Marlena was about to topple over the edge into orgasm. She looked up at the illusionist as she continued her assault, and saw Marlena open her eyes. Marlena looked down to see who really lay between her legs giving her pleasure, instead of the fantasy in her mind. The illusionist gasped – a mixture of surprise and pleasure – and then quietly yelped, "Oh, yes," and exploded into a screaming orgasm.

Danica moaned into the woman's folds as Marlena’s juices flooded her mouth. Marlena pushed her sex up hard against Danica as her orgasm shot through. She gasped as multiple orgasms shook her. Danica pulled away with one last kiss on Marlena’s swollen clit, and let the illusionist come back down to earth.

Danica remained poised on her hands and knees over Marlena, drinking in the sight of the illusionist quivering in orgasm. Just as Marlena settled into aftershocks, Danica saw Zoraster rise out of the corner of her eye.

"Now for the last," Zoraster declared, and then laughed as he crossed to the bed. He shrugged off his robes and mounted Danica in one fluid motion. She felt his cock slide easily to the hilt in her wet heat, and could not help but gasp in bliss as he hit bottom.

Danica despised the madman – but as turned on as she already was and as good as his big cock felt plunging into her depths, she couldn't think of anything else except her rapidly approaching orgasm. Zoraster's hands dug into Danica's hips as he slammed his cock into her repeatedly. Danica gasped and screamed with every thrust, still hovering over Marlena's dripping sex. Danica could see a mixture of aversion, fear, and fascination on Marlena's face just before she came.

Danica came with a scream and a flood of juices, her muscles tightly clamping down around Zoraster's cock as he continued to slam in and out of her. The torrent of wetness and tight squeeze of her orgasm set off Zoraster’s climax, and Danica felt him fill her with his seed. The hot explosion inside her set off another powerful wave of orgasm in Danica.

Danica was still coming – not even close to settling down – when Zoraster pulled from her and Marlena moved from her position on the bed. Danica couldn't help but look as Marlena engulfed Zoraster's cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. By the time Marlena let his shrinking member free from her mouth, Danica felt her muscles relaxing and her breathing returning to normal.

Danica could feel the mingled cum inside her seeking an escape route. Zoraster moved back and Marlena moved beneath Danica, catching the first sticky dollop of cum that dripped free of Danica’s labia.

"Push, little rose," Zoraster commanded.

Danica obeyed, and more of the thick cream dripped from her into Marlena's waiting mouth. The thoughts of curiosity and arousal Danica picked up from Marlena were strong enough that the other – more natural to the woman until now – thoughts retreated into the back of Marlena’s mind. Marlena desired the taste of the mingled cum, anticipating each drop as it fell toward her waiting lips. She used her fingers and tongue to gather up any cream that sought to escape her mouth.

Danica ceased to drip after a while, regardless of how hard she pushed. Zoraster pushed down on Danica’s bottom, lowering her toward Marlena's waiting mouth. A great mental gasp of surprise and pleasure to erupted from Marlena as she locked her lips around Danica’s nether lips. Marlena lapped deep inside Danica, gathering up every drop of the bittersweet treat she could find.

Danica felt pressure rapidly building inside her, and it didn't take long for Marlena's questing tongue to find a new flood of sweetness when Danica came again. The pressure of Zoraster's hand on her buttocks eased, and Danica felt Marlena's mouth leave her folds. Danica couldn't protest, because she was still breathless from coming.

"Your freedom is granted, Marlena. Good day, little rose." Zoraster said, and then they were both gone before Danica really realized the pair was gone. Danica rolled over on the bed, quivering in orgasm and somewhat confused.

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For three weeks, Danica was left alone. She turned her attention to a task she had long delayed for one reason or another, the crafting of a charm to detect and negate the effects of the Nymph Dweomer. The magic item would surely upset a few of the less charming and unattractive mages who used the Dweomer’s power to find the gratification they couldn't acquire without magical aid.

Danica perfected her plans and produced a dozen of the bracelets with the enchantment on them. The bracelets were extremely dainty, crafted of silver, and Danica had made them herself. Her skill working in silver advanced as rapidly as all of her other skills. The bracelets would grow warm when someone directed the infamous charm at them, as well as totally negating the spell’s effects on the wearer. Danica already had a list in her head of people she planned to pass them out to, with the need for at least a dozen more to give one to everyone on her list.

Early summer swept across the land – a particularly pleasant summer day. Danica decided it was time to take a stroll through the countryside, as she had long ago gained the freedom to explore several miles surrounding the town of Montbank near Zoraster's complex. She thought to seek out a farmer and obtain some truly fresh fruits and vegetables to supplement her stores. The venders in the town, so close to the farms, still could not compete with freshly picked produce.

She felt no need to walk all the way to the fringes of town before beginning her journey, so she teleported to a secluded and abandoned barn she had discovered and memorized months before to facilitate teleportation there.

Danica appeared in a flash of light and opened the door to the barn with a smile, drinking in the warm – but not overly hot – summer day. Danica turned toward a wood to the west, knowing that there was a cluster of farmsteads beyond that always had large gardens, and friendly folks tending them. The wood was a beautiful one with well-tended paths, kept up by the passage of the locals through the woodland.

Danica neared the center of the wood when she heard odd sounds – metal on metal and the muffled sounds of a struggle. The sounds came from somewhat off the path, and Danica hurried to see what was happening.

When Danica reached the scene of the disturbance, she saw a half dozen scruffy-dressed men facing off against a seventh who was far better dressed. The lone warrior was blonde haired, clean-shaven, well built, and quite attractive. One of the scruffy men lay on the ground, moaning in pain and clutching at his stomach.

"You cut Cartol, you rich bastard! We'll do you good for that!" One of the ruffians shouted as the bandits rushed to attack.

The seventh man did not answer the challenge with words, but with his sword. He struck down the man who had spoken with a thrust to the chest, recovering quickly enough to withdraw and parry a stab from another of his attackers. The odds were still four against one, however, and another of the men stabbed the lone warrior from the back just before he could bring his sword or shield in line to deflect the blow.

The warrior crumpled with a groan and one of the other men shouted, "Fucking bastard got Aladar! Make sure he dies slow!"

Danica moved into view of the men just as the bandit shouted. One of them noticed her and said, "Ho, ho – looks like we'll have some more fun. Get the girlie, and when we're done cuttin' this bastard up, we'll stab her with something a bit friendlier." The man advanced toward Danica as he spoke, and the others did the same.

"I don't think so," Danica said and spoke the words of a spell. A dozen glowing darts of light thudded into the man who had spoken, and he fell heavily to the ground with a scream.

"Witch! She's a witch! Kill her if you have to, but try an' just knock her out or we'll lose our sport!" One of the men screamed, prompting the rest to advance at a run.

"Sport this," Danica snarled and conjured up the Interposing Hand. The men slammed into the magical hand, two of them falling to the ground. The third attempted to get around the magical barrier, but met by Danica's next spell. He crumpled to the ground with a whimper when her Crushing Fist slammed him square in the crotch.

Danica quickly wove web spells around all the attackers, and then moved to check on the lone fallen warrior. He was losing blood and unconscious. Danica pulled a healing patch from a pocket and placed it over the wound. The wound closed, though Danica knew without examining him that there were other dangers to the wound.

The men were already struggling against Danica's web spell, and their considerable strength combined strained her. Danica paralyzed the men, and then went to check on the two put down by the warrior's sword thrusts.

Both men were pale, lying in puddles of blood. It didn't take a healer to know they were both too far gone for anything less than a cleric's magic to do anything about. One of the men, the second the warrior had stabbed, was unconscious. His breathing was shallow and raspy, and ceased while Danica examined him.

She sighed and moved to the other. His eyes fluttered open and he said, "An angel? How n' blazes I get up there? Somebody's book keeping is messed up." The statement took him quite a while to gasp out between fits of coughing up the blood filling his lungs.

"I'm not an angel," Danica disagreed, unable to find any other words. Pity filled her for the suffering and dying man, despite his deplorable actions only moments earlier.

The man coughed again and his eyes closed. Danica thought he was finished, but he forced his eyes open. "I... I lived by the sword long enough. I know I'm a goner. Take my... My dagger. Kill me clean. I don't wanna drown in my own blood," he gasped.

A chill ran down Danica's spine. She looked to the dagger, but realized there was no way she could do it. She spoke the words of a spell and put the man into a deep sleep. He would feel no pain in the last few remaining moments of his life.

Danica returned to the warrior, and saw him growing pale. He obviously had internal injuries that were just as likely to finish him as the visible bleeding she had stopped. Danica rummaged through her bag of holding and located a precious healing scroll purchased from a cleric.

Danica read the scroll, and its magic wrapped around the man. His breathing steadied, and some color returned to his face. The magic was not strong, but it would be enough to hold him while Danica decided what to do next.

Danica uttered another spell and put a shield over the man to protect him from the elements – and anything else that might wander into the area. She then turned to the paralyzed bandits.

Danica's magic forced them to drop their weapons. She then closed her eyes and carefully went over the formula of a spell in her mind. She opened her eyes and cast the dangerous spell, Selective Disintegration, at the men. All of their clothing turned to dust and fluttered away on the breeze, leaving them naked and still paralyzed.

Danica crinkled her nose in disgust. The men were filthy, looking as if they had not bathed in months. She made a show of rolling her eyes at each of their cocks, and then closed her eyes to delve into their minds.

It didn't take Danica long to find their lair – a cave close by – or to discover that the six were the whole band. Danica quickly left and made her way to the lair. She found stores and large amounts of stolen goods. Danica thought that there were enough personal effects for people to recognize things and know that these were the men who had robbed them.

Danica gathered up everything into a pile in the middle of the cave floor, and then teleported back to where she had left the men. She then magically commanded the men to come lay down in the middle of the pile, making sure their bodies were touching anywhere possible, leaving them paralyzed.

Danica scrawled a quick note.

These men are bandits. This is their booty. See that they are punished and the goods returned, if possible.

She placed the note on the man closest to the top of the pile.

Danica closed her eyes and envisioned a spot in town just outside one of the guardhouses. A beautiful flower garden there drew her to it frequently, and she knew the spot well. She spoke the words of a spell and the men, along with their ill-gained goods, vanished from the clearing to reappear in the spot she had envisioned.

Danica teleported back before anyone had a chance to notice her, and pulled forth a scrying mirror to watch as people found the men. Laughing guardsmen hauled the bandits inside the guardhouse.

Danica felt her knees go weak, the result of one too many teleports in too short a period of time. The spell was hard on the body, and she was feeling the effects. She sat down on the ground near the injured warrior and tried to catch her breath. Danica drank down a rejuvenating potion, but knew it would take some time to do any real good.

The warrior was still unconscious, and Danica knew that he needed stronger healing – and soon – if he was to live.

She fumbled with the clasps of his leather armor, and finally managed to remove it. She got a better look at the closed wound then. She could see puffiness around the wound, confirming the warrior was bleeding inside. The jostling of removing his armor must have stirred him, because his eyes opened.

"What? Who?" He questioned.

"A friend. The bandits are gone. I’ll try to help you, but I’m weak from overusing my magic. Do you think you can drink?" Danica asked.

The man nodded and replied, "I believe so."

Danica pulled out a strong healing potion and put it to the man's lips. As the potion did its work, his color improved. Danica knew the potion was still just a delaying tactic. The man needed a healer.

"Thank you," the man said, "My name is Nicholas."

"Danica," she supplied with a smile, feeling her strength returning thanks to the potion.

"You are beautiful," Nicholas said with a weak smile.

"You're delirious," Danica responded with a laugh and a blush.

He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that aloud."

"It's the potion. It makes the mind drift a bit."

"It's true, though."

Danica blushed again. "Thank you. You're quite handsome yourself – circumstances considered, especially."

The man smiled, and then winced as a wave of pain shot through him.

"Dammit, I need to get you to a healer. I'm afraid to try to teleport you. The strain of teleporting is hard even on those used to it and in top condition. That's what's wrong with me right now. I'm weak as a kitten from too many teleports."

"You've already done more than your share for a traveler happening upon another in danger," the man said weakly. Danica thought that he looked a little bit groggy.

Danica noticed beads of sweat on his forehead and put a hand on it. She cursed under her breath when she felt how hot he was. He was burning with fever.

Danica went and picked up one of the swords the bandit’s swords and looked at it. She caught a glimpse of something on the blade. "Poison," she spat and quickly returned to where the warrior lay.

Danica managed to get Nicholas to drink an antidote before he lost consciousness, but she knew that he needed attention for the fever – now.

Danica pulled one of her more recent purchases from her bag of holding, glad she had thought to bring it with her. She lay the item down on the ground a few feet away from where the warrior lay. The magic item was called Martin's Magnificent Tent, and when Danica spoke the words to activate its magic, it lived up to its name.

The object quickly expanded into a large, three room tent almost instantly. Danica opened the door and looked inside. She found serviceable furniture, four beds, and even a tub inside the tent.

Danica went back outside and tried to lift Nicholas, but her strength failed her. She doubted that even in top condition she could have lifted and dragged the muscular man with any degree of ease.

Danica concentrated and managed to cast a spell of levitation. The casting made her vision swim for a moment. She was still nowhere near recovered from her earlier teleports. Once the spell’s power awakened, it fortunately required little concentration or strength to work. For the next hour or so, Danica could move Nicholas as if he was weightless.