This is a companion story to my Hero Series. The events within take place leading up to Chapter 18 of "Hero by Choice" and are told from the POV of Onmund. If you recall the events that took place in "Hero by Mistake", you should be aware that the escapades that will occur within will be a bit raunchy.
I decided that Onmund needed to come back. He won't necessarily have redeemed himself, but he will definitely play a major part in kick-starting the resolution of the major "plot problem" of "Hero by Choice".
And, yes, the title of this short story is a definite double entendre.
I wrote this ages ago, and only recently decided to use it.
All characters and places within save for Deborah are © Bethesda Softworks.
ONMUND'S ROSY STAFF
1
Ice Magic
The Daedra Lord had been generous to him, his chosen one, his Champion, after the stunts he had pulled at the College. Sanguine had filled Onmund's pockets with gold with each and every task the mage performed for the Prince. His grand reward for Onmund was revenge on the Nord named Deborah. Nothing violent, nothing vile, just awkward and a tad villainous, and the mage was allowed to watch the entire escapade.
The tasks were quite… stupid, really: master the art of Illusion Magic and learn how to remain invisible for considerable lengths of time; spy on bathing students to later report back to the Daedra on their habits and conversation topics; play the voyeur and watch couples having sex; and, most absurd of them all, pleasure himself, as often as possible, while invisible and spying on bathers or lovers. Each task would earn Onmund one hundred gold coins – two hundred if he performed the task naked – with a little extra for juicy details on the sexual exploits of others, and fifty extra for pleasuring himself to completion.
"Why me?" Onmund had asked the Daedra Lord.
"Because you haven't bedded a woman since you were fifteen," Sanguine had replied. "Your nuts are hard as ice and satisfying yourself behind closed doors certainly isn't helping!" The Prince let out a raucous laugh, clearly amused at Onmund's sexual frustration and visible embarrassment. Sanguine reached out a hand and grasped the mage's shoulder. "Because, dearest Champion, I have seen the future! I know you have what it takes to spread merriment across this land. Give old Uncle Sanguine a good name amongst the Northmen – make them understand that I'm actually… pretty great." The Daedra Lord's smile was broad, and shining.
In truth, satisfying himself in public, though invisible, indeed helped with Onmund's utter and devastating sexual needs. He no longer suffered from nightly erotic dreams that had been escalating in both vividness and extremity. He no longer woke up in the middle of the night with a furious erection. And though he was not allowed to touch those he watched, Sanguine's orders, he did so anyway, once or twice. Nothing sexual – the brush of a shoulder here, the whisk of a tress of hair there – ultimately aiding in his ability to satisfy his urges. People thought he was a ghost, that the College had suddenly been inundated with ghosts. But it was him breathing down the necks of unsuspecting women, him accidentally knocking over objects or opening a door in the presence of someone. His invisibility spells had reached such levels of skill that even Sanguine voiced his jealousy.
When Onmund asked Sanguine how exactly pleasuring himself publicly would spread merriment and the 'goodness' of the Prince's name, the Daedra Lord replied: "The merriment comes later, dear Champion. First, trials to prove your worthiness, and helping you find relief."
Onmund had never dared to attempt Sanguine's most difficult task until one day when the two ladies he'd most desired, Brelyna Marion and Deborah, had gotten drunk and started kissing. The day it happened, he had seen more of Deborah's body than he ever had before. Brelyna had accidentally turned her into a horse, which of course had disintegrated the smallclothes Deborah had been wearing during the drunk magic-snowball fight. After that moment, Onmund couldn't get the visual of Deborah's curves out of his mind; his arousal was mounting readily.
He knew her friends were taking her to her room to recover from the magical transformation (and perhaps to sleep off the wine they had all been imbibing). He followed them to the student's hall where the bedrooms were. He paced back and forth for a while in his own room, wondering if he should do it. Two hundred gold coins, he reminded himself. All he had to do was shed his robe, cast his invisibility spell, and secretly pleasure himself while in the presence of another person.
Onmund knew that once Deborah's friends Marcurio and Bird left her room, she was alone. Brelyna had been taken to her own room by Elodie to sleep off the wine and think about her mistake.
This is it, he hold himself. Two hundred gold. TWO HUNDRED GOLD.
He shifted out of his mage's robe and removed all other strips of clothing from his body. Before he cast his most powerful invisibility spell, he took in the sight of his hardening manhood and felt a chill run up his spine. He wanted Deborah, but he knew he'd never have her, just like he would never have Brelyna, as Brelyna didn't even like men in that way. This was as good as it was going to get.
The invisibility spell took a lot of energy out of him, and his arousal temporarily diminished. He slowly opened his bedroom door, peering into the hall to assess its occupants. Satisfied that the hall was empty, he left his bedroom and light-footed his way over to Deborah's. He pulled on the handle – the door was unlocked. Opening the door only a sliver, he peaked inside. Deborah was asleep, on her side, facing away from the door, and snoring. Onmund took one more wary look behind him before entering Deborah's bedroom and then closed the door behind him.
The naked, invisible, and aroused mage stood at the foot of Deborah's bed. The woman stirred, and Onmund froze until he remembered that he was invisible. Deborah kicked off the bedsheets, revealing her body to Onmund. He felt a pang of desire deep within him, but refrained from touching the woman's body. That was not part of Sanguine's task. That wasn't allowed.
Onmund couldn't see his own body, but he didn't need to. He reached forward and, slowly, began to stroke his shaft. He allowed himself time, all the time he wanted to imagine himself on top of Deborah, squeezing her large breasts, pulling her hair back, feeling her from the inside, making her moan. His invisibility spell could last for hours; time was a luxury he had. But soon the mage lost track of the time that had passed, and Deborah awoke. Onmund was thankfully still invisible, but had not yet finished his task. Frantic and worried that the woman would walk out of the room, he silently stepped toward a corner with a chair and sat down. He watched, one hand on his erection, as the naked Deborah foraged for some bits of food and water before lying back down on her bed. Worried about what would happen should he orgasm while invisible, he slowed his strokes, and waited. When a knock came at Deborah's door, Onmund cursed internally, and froze.
Deborah stood, wrapped her body in a bedsheet, and answered the door. It was Brelyna, coming to apologize for turning Deborah into a horse. Onmund sat, frozen, praying that the two would leave and he could forget this idiotic, careless task and run back to his room, but Brelyna had closed the bedroom door. He was stuck.
When Brelyna, still drunk, began kissing the also still drunk and still naked Deborah, Onmund nearly swooned. His passion took over and he began finishing in earnest what he had started. Almost there, almost there, almost there, he chanted to himself. He wanted both of them, Brelyna and Deborah, so desperately, and there they were, together. He imagined the two women with him, worshiping his manhood.
"Do y'ear that?" he heard Brelyna say.
No. No no no no! Onmund froze, erection throbbing from the rush of blood. He wanted to run, uncaring of the two women witnessing the door opening on its own. But before he could sit up and reach for the door handle, Deborah cast a life-detection spell and, immediately after, Onmund's feet were stuck to the floor in a pile of ice. He cried out from the pain of magic biting his bare flesh.
