Othsmeet Ch. 01

It was midnight, and if the city slept it was certainly having restless dreams. In the darkness of the upper-class districts, adulterers and smugglers slipped along the edges of shadowed streets, unseen. In the markets, beggars and rats still cleaned the day's offcasts. And in the Pickaxe district, well...

Upstanding citizens didn't have anything to do with the Pickaxe district— locals would attest that the name refers to a weapon of choice. Also known as "the shady side of town", it was ironically the most illuminated at such hours as these. Drunken miners careered down streets where taverns and brothels spilled light and noise into the night.

In the shadowy lee of one such, there was a small shower of silver sparks. It illuminated a young, handsome face for an instant, and the cigar he was lighting. Then all was dark again.

The face belonged to Jasha Sill, and had it been seen by the wrong people, he would have been summarily blasted from existence. He'd grown up on these same streets as a pickpocket and worse. It was a career that he had excelled in for plenty of reasons, but chief among them was the fact that he was a wizard by birth.

When he'd eventually been caught, he'd been saved from the gallows by The Learned, those old farts who lived in their big marble dome and frowned over books. They'd wanted to teach him, to study him. He'd wanted to live.

So he'd patiently shown them some of his more nefarious tricks, and they'd taught him useless clap-trap. His real area of study had been in breaking out of magical prisons. He turned out to be a more than capable student.

The problem with it all was that they had him under Geas. If he was not under their roof at dawn and dusk, he would die. So, with escape ruled out, his forays could only be excursions of pleasure. Tonight, he had only one aim: Fucking.

Unlike those other morally castrated cantrip-hurlers, a protection against certain diseases was one of the first things Jasha had ever discovered. Aided by a hearty repertoire of charms, he'd taken the city's women by storm.

And while that was all well and good (very good, in some cases), it wasn't why he was skulking in alley-shadows now. Or, in a way, it was. There was no skill, no excitement left in laying down a few well-chosen spells and having a senator's daughter ravish you. He'd found a new game.

Like a great swordsman duelling left-handed, he'd taken to seducing women without actually charming them. He waited here now, while a whore who called herself Emerald finished up inside.

She's probably on her knees rightnow he mused to himself,her pretty face shoved into a pillow, those silky hips gripped by some filthy labourer's rough hands. He's probably drunk, plugging away at her with no more thought than he would—

His thoughts cut off as she appeared at the mouth of the alley, striding quickly past.

"Hey!" He called. She startled.

He tossed his cigar aside and sauntered out into the half-light, where she would be able to dimly see him.

"Where are you going, pretty lady?" He asked. The fear in her eyes was turning to scorn.

"Home," she replied curtly.

"Would you like me to come? I've heard the streets here are very dangerous."

She snorted a laugh and jerked a thumb behind her. "There's plenty of girls in there. Have fun," She said, and began to walk away.

"But they are not you."

She hesitated and slowed, and he took his chance to walk up to her. He was as well-dressed as he could afford to be without inviting a pickaxe in the back. He knew he was good-looking enough, and he'd taken care with his hair and scent. He lowered his head humbly, saying:

"Let me take you home."

There was a moment's stillness, then she sneered.

"Ten gold pieces," she said harshly. That was a fortune in these parts.

"If I wanted to buy your sex, I would have come earlier. I want what I cannot buy, what you can only give me." He spoke tenderly, and cautiously brought his hands to rest on her bare shoulders. He looked deeply into her eyes, resisting magical temptation.

"What's that?" She asked, her voice teetering between curiosity and cynicism.

"Your pleasure," he responded softly.

"Oh," she rolled her eyes. "And just how do you plan to do that?"

He smiled widely and lent toward her. He softly whispered "Magic."

This time he did let his power flow. A spell to impress was not the same as a charm; he was not cheating. His vision clouded over with a purple mist, and he let his mind free. A prickling aura of power sprang up around him: Golden, while being invisible, and filled with inaudible harp strings and bells.

Emerald's eyes widened, and she gasped. Jasha reaffirmed his grip on her shoulders, and let the magic fade away.

"Take me home," he begged softly. "It isyour turn to be pleasured."

A stunned acceptance and a short walk later, he stood in a tiny room. A pile of blankets presumably served as a bed, and there was a curtained-off area that would be for a chamber pot and such. The single, small window let a blazing stream of moonlight in.

"I'm sorry, it's not much," she said, looking embarrassed. He smiled, and took her hands in his.

"It doesn't matter. Close your eyes."

She seemed hesitant, but she did so.Oh yes,Jasha mentally purred. His vision filled this time with a washed-out green tint. He directed his power through his hands, into hers, and flooded her body.

She gasped, and he felt her lungs widen, the air rush in through her throat. He steered firmly clear of her mind. Her breasts were slightly bruised, her sex (and yes, her anus) thoroughly used.

"Take your clothes off," he murmured, and she did. When her hands left his, the magic dimmed, but surged back when he put his hands on her bare waist.No charm necessary.

"This won't hurt," he whispered reassuringly, and let his power drain through her. He ran it over her breasts, healing, caressing. He purged her of all the effects of her trade, soothing and cleansing. Semen, more than he could believe, was expelled slowly down the insides of her thighs, and out between her firm buttocks. Her muscles reflexively clenched against this, but he relaxed them.

He ran his magic around her womb, his healing flowing over her bruised cervix and downwards. He felt out all her tenseness and dissolved it. Her whole sex was limp and open for a moment, then it suddenly snapped back into rolling contractions. Somehow, the release of muscles long held unconsciously clenched had made her orgasm freely.

He let the magic fade away, and realised Emerald was panting, wide-eyed.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes," she said in a small voice. He leant in and pecked her soft, full lips.

"Go wash yourself," he said. "Quickly, and come back."

She ducked behind the curtain. He slowly and casually undressed to the sounds of slopping water, then looked out the small window on the night. The full moon illuminated the slum rooftops, lending them a kind of dark, ragged beauty.

The curtain swished aside and revealed Emerald's indistinct figure to his sight for the first time. He cursed himself for ruining his night-vision and stepped back into the darkness. She walked slowly towards him. His adjusting eyes and the closeness finally made her visible.

Even though he'd already been deeply inside her, this was the first time he'd really seen her nudity with his eyes. She was almost as tall as him, her hair brown and reaching only to her chin. He stared in lust at her small, round breasts and at her smooth labia.

He saw green for another moment as he settled a pleasure spell around her. This was almost cheating, for he was changing what she would feel. But, he reasoned, it was really only manipulating her body, not her mind.

She shivered, her breasts shaking delightfully, and he smiled.Just wait until you see the real effects.

He stepped forward and kissed her forehead. He moved to her cheeks, shoulders, then, slowly kneeling, kissed a line between her breasts and pressed his lips to every part of her hot-skinned belly.

All but prostrating himself before her (What woman doesn't want to be a queen?) he tenderly kissed her feet, her ankles, her knees. She was breathing deeply as he kissed his way up the milky insides of her thighs. The smooth cleft between her plump, fleshy lips was right before his eyes.

Not yet.

Shuffling on his knees, he made his way behind her, and began his ministrations on the back of her legs. Over the buttocks and up the spine; he breathed through his nose onto her bare skin, and she giggled softly. Finally, with a kiss just below her earlobe, he engulfed her lithe frame in with his long arms.

"How do you want me to take you?" He whispered into her ear. He noticed that her cheeks were flushed.

"However you want," She replied quietly. He kissed her neck.

"No, sweetheart. Howeveryou want."

She closed her eyes for a moment, and she seemed to press herself more deeply into his embrace.

"I want to ride you," she said.

"Then you will," he responded. "But first, I have something special for you. Lie down."

He let her go, and she moved to her blankets. She lay on her back with her knees together and her heels pressed against her buttocks. He knelt at her feet, and used his hands to gently part her thighs until her legs were spread wide. Locking his eyes on hers, he brought his face down to her flesh.

Her legs jerked reflexive and she gasped as his tongue slipped onto her clitoris. Jasha laughed in his head. The affect of the pleasure spell was an amplifying one: she would feel everything twice and strongly.

His tongue explored her opening, the slickness of it attesting to the spell's operation while he had kissed the rest of her body. He slowly trailed back up to the clit, and ran the tip of his tongue all over it.

She was feeling pleasure twice and strongly, and he had an omniscient knowledge of her personal anatomy; she came once, whimpering, before he even truly applied himself.

Now, lets get down to business.

Forty minutes later, Emerald was staring at the ceiling with wide, unseeing eyes. Her hair was drenched and matted, and sweat covered every inch of her. Her fluids spread all over her buttocks, the blankets, Jasha's face and just generallyeverywhere.

"That...was impossible." She said faintly. He crawled up beside her and took her in his arms.

"Rest a while," he said softly. She smiled faintly and closed her eyes, limp in his arms.

When Jasha awoke he was on his back, and Emerald was straddling him, sliding down his member. She smiled as she saw him wake.

"I didn't know wizards were allowed pleasures of the flesh," she said as casually, as if they had been discussing something over a cup of tea. Jasha guessed that she was so used to providing sex she could ignore it.

"I'm no ordinary wizard," he replied, relishing her tight pussy as it moved up and down his shaft.

"Do you visit whores often?" She asked. "Cause I've never heard of anything like this before."

"Not recently. See, you're my first experiment of this type."

"What experiment?" She probed, curiosity in her voice.

"Well, in the past I've just picked a fine woman and laid spells on her until she was as eager for it as I was. You are the first who has taken me of your own free will."

Their flesh was slapping rhythmically together at this point, and that was the only sound for a while. She seemed to be considering.

"Are you sure?" She finally asked. "This doesn't seem like the type of thing I'd normally do."

"I'm sure," he replied. "How many wizards have begged to pleasure you before?"

"None," she giggled. She was slightly breathless, he noticed. Sweat was appearing on her forehead.

"God, do you have a magic cock or something as well?" she asked. He laughed.

"In a way." He was watching her breasts as they swayed and jolted in movement.

"Well," she considered. "Let's see."

She began a different rhythm, faster, her hips making circles as well as moving up and down. They both began to breathe heavily, and Jasha put his hands up to cover her breasts, squeezing gently. Emerald purred with pleasure.

"I'm going to come," Jasha breathed, as calmly as he could.

"Okay," Emerald said, and slammed her hips downwards, drawing a strained grunt from him. Up quickly and pounding herself against him again. Her facial expression was intent on his, like a craftsman looking at his plans.

Jasha finally groaned, his cum flying deep within her. She slapped her hips down and stayed there as he bucked and struggled to empty himself. They both panted.

"Done?" She finally asked, voice normal as ever.

"Uhuh," he grunted. She slipped off him and lay down at his side. He went to kiss her but she turned her face away instinctively. She seemed to realise this, though, and turned her face back to his. He kissed her lips softly and gently, cuddling her.

"I'll have to go soon," he eventually sighed.

"They always do," she replied softly, untangling herself. He rose and collected his clothes, tugging them on quickly. She leaned against a wall and watched him, her face expressionless. Finally he was ready.

"If I come back sometime, will you want to see me?" He asked.

"Angling for a free whore, hey?" She said, a slight shadow of hurt in her eyes, even though her voice was flat. He stepped up to her.

"I'm angling for you," he said, looking earnestly into her eyes before wrapping her up in a hug. He found something erotic and powerful about being fully clothed with a naked woman in his arms. He kissed her forehead.

"Do you want to see me again?" He asked. There was a silence.

"Okay," she sighed. He kissed her again.

He exited the building slowly, but then broke into a run. An hour and five miles separated him from death.

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[Possibly to be continued? I'm thinking of writing a series of stand-alone short pieces set in this city (Othsmeet). Does anyone like Jasha and/or Emerald?]