Sex Wizards - Initiation Ch. 07-08

He leans forward and captures my lips again, a hand sliding up into my hair. I sink into the kiss, returning it, escalating it. This isn't like the one he caught me in when I cast with him. That had been all heat and desperation and a little bit of sadistic glee. This is a slow burn that warms as he nibbles my lower lip, sending thrills of pleasure through me. Gods, but he's a good kisser.

We break for air only connect again with the fire stoked. I drop my bow and quiver before sliding my hands under his shirt. His are already at the buttons of my trousers. His demanding fingers grab my growing erection as he pulls my length from the slit of my pants even as I tug his shirt over his head.

When we sink back to the soft grass, I end up on top. Olbric's hair has come loose from its tie and lays wild around his head. He grins up at me. "This is a rather nice change," he says, and I chuckle as I meet his lips again. I ease his trousers down, and he shimmies his hips to help me. He's already hard, and I'm rewarded with a shiver as my hand grazes his heated skin.

"Can't say I'm opposed to it," I say with a smirk and nip at his lip before moving to his neck. He tilts his head to the side to allow me access, even as I see gooseflesh prickle over his skin. Part of me realizes how silly it is to be doing this in full sight of the abjuration tower when there's plenty of perfectly good beds waiting inside, but I don't want to do anything but what I'm doing right now.

Olbric seems content to let me take the lead. I stroke his length gently. Without access to lotion, I'm not able to do what I really want to do, but if there's one thing I've learned at the Crux, it's how to be creative. And I have wanted to give my mouth a second chance around his cock.

I trail a line of nips and kisses down his chest, but I make him wait, lavishing special attention on his thighs and stomach. His hand runs through my hair, gripping tightly as he lets out a needy little groan that makes me melt. I relent, and finally draw his cock into my mouth. I'm rewarded with a stronger moan, and he rolls his hips just a little, as if savoring the feel.

I like watching him, I realize. I like seeing how he reacts, see the pleasure snake through his body. I hate to admit it, but before coming here, I was never a very attentive lover. The brief encounters I had in the Hobokins were an almost selfish act. Trying to get mine, while whoever I was with got theirs.

But at the Crux, I've learned to relish in making someone squirm, to bring someone else pleasure. And Olbric puts on a good show, though there's no acting involved. He's open with vocalizations, soft pants of "please" and "more" feeding back to stoke my own growing arousal.

But then his grip tightens in my hair and pulls me back up to meet his lips. He kisses me deeply, and I feel the heat in it. Vaguely, I feel him reach for his neck and there's a quiet hiss as a focus is spent. But when his hand reaches down and grips my cock, it's slick with lotion.

I pull back and look at him in surprise. "Conjuration can be handy when you learn what to focus on," Olbric says with a grin.

I can't stop a laugh. "You seriously created a spell just to make lotion?" I ask in disbelief.

Olbric leans up to nip at my earlobe. "You'll thank me once you're inside of me," he purrs. I can't stop a groan as he finishes stroking me to attention before laying back. He looks up at me with the single best set of bedroom eyes I've ever seen, and I can almost forget that we're doing this out in the middle of a field.

I press against him, sliding my erection up until I find his entrance. I push into him slow. I haven't done much by the way of preparation there, but Olbric's moan is encouraging, and he arches under me as he hooks a leg around my waist, ensuring I can't pull away. He's impossibly tight, and I can't stop my own groan as I roll my hips, inching deeper.

By the time my hips are flush against his ass, both of us are panting. My head rests against his chest as I savor the feel of his heat enveloping me. He clenches down on my length even as he arches under me with a quiet sound of need. "Please," he begs, and I can't say no when he's asking so nicely.

I pull out a few inches before sinking back into his willing heat. Godsdamn, but he feels incredible. I thrust in again, and Olbric's leg tightens around my waist. I set a pace, and he rolls in time with me to take every inch of my cock as I bury it inside of him over and over again. I reach between us and grab his erection, stroking in time with my thrusts.

Olbric is beautiful like this. I mean - he's always beautiful, but especially like this. He shows his pleasure with abandon, arching as his fingers drag down my back. He says my name in a quiet chorus, and I never thought it sounded so good until I heard it from his lips.

He drives me to a frenzy quickly, and I feel the familiar pressure build. My pace speeds up, and Olbric cries out with every thrust, fingers tightening on my shoulders. There's a crackle of energy between us, and I wonder what spell we'd create if we were trying. But this isn't about casting. It's more than that. Something intimate. Something special.

Olbric topples over the edge first, and I think it's the sound of him that sets me off. I moan as I thrust deep, embedding myself as my release flows out of me. Olbric shudders again, a little gasp of pleasure escaping him before he relaxes under me. I rest my head against his chest, panting in the afterglow.

I savor the feel of him for a moment longer and catch one more kiss before I pull out. We're a tangle of half-shed clothes and robes, and I see a shine of sweat underneath the ribbons of cum on Olbric's chest. He finds his discarded pants and pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket. He cleans us up as best as he's able to and re-buttons my trousers before pulling on his own. I find his shirt a moment later, wondering how I managed to toss it quite so far away.

He pulls it on, but he doesn't let me up. Instead, he drags me back down to the ground, and for a moment, both of us just stare up at the display the sunset is putting on. It's a comfortable silence that stretches between us as my hand rests on his hip, his own curled up by my cheek. I turn and kiss his fingers, and he looks over, a smile lighting up his face.

"Well, I didn't mean to jump you in a field, but you started it," he says, but his good mood dims. "I came to tell you that I won't be able to make our casting date tomorrow."

The pleasant haze disappears like fog under a morning sun. "What? Why?"

"I'm being called away," he says and waves a hand, more annoyed than anything. "There's been some trouble in the hills. Arlon's sending me to clear things up. Cancassi is even giving me their last longstrider spell to get me there faster."

Trouble? A jolt of fear leaps through me. I knew Olbric was an evocation wizard, but actually participating in a fight? It's at odds with the kind wizard I know. "What's going on?"

Olbric shrugs. "The sending didn't have much information - just a request for aid from one of the gold mines in the area. We've had trouble with thugs harassing the miners in the past though it's never been very serious. Me just being there should be enough to deter them. I assume I'll be out for a couple of weeks on guard duty." He must see the unease on my face because he puts on a bright grin. "I'll be fine," he promises. He holds up his necklace which has four full strands of charged focuses threaded. "I'm more than prepared. This is an old song and dance for me."

I reach for my own sparse necklace and wonder how much destruction he has hanging around his neck. "Be careful," I say, "I'd still like that evocation lesson you've promised me."

Olbric chuckles and sits up. "If you're so hard pressed to get a beating, you could always ask Galiva," he points out.

He gets to his feet and offers me a hand. I grab my bow and quiver before taking it. He pulls me to my feet, and I snatch one more kiss from him. "Who says I'd get the beating?" I ask with a grin.

Olbric laughs at that. "Two weeks in and he already thinks he's an expert," he teases, but gives me an appraising look. "You know, I wouldn't trust many adepts with the skin on my back, but for you? I'd make an exception."

I'd been joking, but the thought that he'd trust me to cast makes me flush with pride. "Well, hurry back then," I say.

Olbric grins and drapes an arm around my waist. "I'll do my best."