Nightfall had blanketed the land of Autra, and with it came that magic feeling of serenity as its many denizens either drifted off to a peaceful sleep or sprang to life by the moon's light. At least, that was what the expected feeling was supposed to be—instead, a great, deafening explosion of fire disturbed the landscape, scattering the wildlife from their homes and displacing much of the original geography in its wake. The cause of such an explosion—a wicked witch of terrible power by the name of Gairnjan—was engaged in battle against Princess Emilia and her companion Ian. She had largely dominated the fight as an opponent the likes of which the two journeying youths had yet to face, and despite the pair's best efforts they had hardly managed to lay a hand on the witch as she repelled yet another of their attacks with a magical barrier. In short order, Emilia and Ian found themselves exhausted and on their knees as Gairnjan stood proud before them.
"Foolish children," Gairnjan bellowed, "you are only making this much harder than it ought to be! But go ahead—keep squirming and make my victory all the sweeter!" Ian and Emilia were running out of strength and options—both were on the verge of telling each other to run away and save themselves, but they knew that the other would never abandon them so they had to hold out and hold on to hope that a sign would arrive soon.
"Well…? Got any more ideas in that bright head of yours, Princess?" Ian asked, nearing his physical and mental limits.
"It'd help me out a lot if you didn't sass me here, Ian," Emilia snapped back. "This witch is no pushover, that's for sure." If only she didn't love spamming that stupid barrier of hers, Emilia thought. I'd have figured out her weakness by now.
"If only you didn't have to make such a fuss my dear Ian," Gairnjan called out. "No matter, I suppose I'll simply have to try harder and get you to see things my way—the hard way."
"Sheesh, if only this lady could've held herself to some higher standards," was Emilia's snide remark which earned her an exasperated glance from Ian, "then we couldn't be in this mess."
"Nice to know I'm valued so much, Princess," Ian shot back. "Just try not to forget that she's got you in her kill sights too."
"I am well aware of that." Emilia and Ian were quick to jump out of the way of a bolt of magic aimed their way, and it was clear that Gairnjan was merely toying with the two. She was smart enough to just about always have her magic barrier up so Emilia couldn't use her Magic Sight spell on her, and she seemed to have way too much energy to spare considering that not even Ian's strongest blows could get through it while she looked no worse for wear. There were, of course, brief moments where she let her barrier slip, but that was whenever she wanted to get up-close and personal with Ian whenever he dropped his sword so she could touch all over him in any sort of manner, and then she always let go and backed off before he could do anything to her…
…and there was that stroke of luck that Emilia was hoping for. That proverbial light bulb lit up immediately when she had remembered that tidbit. It hadn't come to her immediately because every time the witch had done so Emilia's temper flared up at the thought of the witch touching her friend in any sort of way. While it was a risky play, Emilia had to play it cool and risk it for a fighting chance.
"I think I got something," Emilia informed Ian in a low voice.
"That's the best thing I've heard all day," was Ian's reply. "So, what's the plan?"
"Ian, I'm gonna need you to get in there without your weapons for a bit."
"…wait, what? Are you crazy?! That's the worst thing I've heard all day!"
"I know, but you have to—whoa!" Emilia and Ian jumped out of the way of another magic bolt from Gairnjan.
"Goodness gracious, such chatty children," the witch taunted, sauntering her way toward them. "If you have so much time to talk, then surely you have the time to get down on your knees and cease this foolishness, perhaps? It's not too late to beg my forgiveness for your impudence, you know."
"Just do it—go in there and fight her hand-to-hand! Trust me!"
"…fine, you're the brains here!" Ian took his sword and sheath off his person and cast them aside before charging at Gairnjan like a right fool. This brought an insidiously pleased smile on the witch's face.
"Oooh, coming to fight me like a man, now? Well then, Ian…let's dance!" Gairnjan was all too eager to drop her barrier and let Ian into her personal space knowing that she'd have another chance to get touchy-feely with the hero. Once Ian closed the distance, he was all fists and a few kicks here and there without any real intent to wear himself out, so the witch effortlessly parried his blows. With Ian and Gairnjan occupied, Emilia gave her Magic Sight spell another shot; closing her eyes and clasping her hands together, the princess focused her magical energies and let it flow into the atmosphere. She got a reading of Ian whose life force was dangerously low even for him, and then there was Gairnjan who was at full capacity and was flowing with decently powerful magic energy. However, she had the kind of body that would bowl over from a stiff breeze, and her magic did not seem to come close to what she displayed against them. Emilia couldn't understand how someone like her could be so dangerous, that is, until she caught another reading: there was an inordinate amount of magic radiating from a necklace Gairnjan concealed underneath her robes. This explained how the witch had seemingly endless amounts of magic, but Emilia knew that Gairnjan would never let her get close enough to do anything. Thankfully, all the pair had to do was separate Gairnjan from her necklace, and with the witch liberally letting Ian get up-close with her it looked like a task all-too-easy to do.
"What's the matter, boy?" Gairnjan taunted, "afraid of getting too handsy with me? There's no need to be shy—I can take it!" Ian threw out punch after aimless punch only to catch air as Gairnjan effortlessly weaved in and out of them, leaving him open to a harsh boot to the gut to send him reeling back. Emilia was quick to catch him to keep him on his feet.
"Oof…lady sure packs a mean kick," Ian groused.
"Her necklace, Ian," Emilia said in a low voice.
"Her what?"
"Her necklace, under her robes—that's how she's been beating us. We need to take it from her."
"How?"
"How else? You have to snatch it from under her robes."
"What?! Why me?!"
"Because if I try to get anywhere close to her she throws up her barrier, but she'll let you in her space no problem as long as you don't have your weapon. Don't go straight for trying to snatch it, though, otherwise she'll catch on and we're guaranteed to lose."
"So…I have to distract her by feeling her up is what you're suggesting?"
"As much as I don't like it either, yes. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out in case something goes wrong, okay?"
Ian could only sigh as a response to Emilia before he shot off again right toward Gairnjan. Instead of throwing out another punch like she expected him to, he opted to tackle her to the ground instead. He didn't make any more sudden moves after that as he knelt over her, deciding to wait and see what her reaction would be. Gairnjan was surprised, but without his weapon he couldn't do too much to her, so she saw no threat from the gesture. If anything, from the way Ian was sizing her up she knew that she finally had the kind of attention she wanted from him, and that made her break out into a very satisfied grin.
"Oh, how very bold of you Ian," she purred. "Took you long enough to finally come around to me."
Well, you look good, I'm not going to lie—"
"'Good', you say? Ian, my dear, you have this breathtaking woman pinned right beneath you, and all you can say is that she looks 'good'?"
"You might look good, but I'm more interested in how you feel."
"Oooh, I see… Well then, I shall not leave you wanting for long…" Ian couldn't see it since he was face-to-face with Gairnjan, but he heard the slight rustling of cloth and sliding against the ground underneath him, and the mortified gasp he heard from Emilia combined with Gairnjan's smile widening told him everything he needed to know. The next thing he knew was that a magic barrier was erected over him and the witch, and Emilia already had no chance of getting past it so she could do naught but watch in indignation.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Touch me." Ian backed up very slowly while kneeling over Gairnjan, only going so far back so he could find the hem of the witch's robes and slip his hands underneath them without touching or looking at anything that might set Emilia off. His hands found the witch's bare thighs, realizing that he had started off too low, and as slow as he could without letting his eyes leave Gairnjan's he made his way up her legs until he found the bottom of her hiked-up robes resting right at her naked hips. Much to Ian's misfortune, however, the witch caught on to his unwillingness to look at her down there and took hold of his head into her hands.
"Silly boy, you ought gaze upon me in all my splendor—like so…" She swiftly pushed Ian's head down toward her pelvic region, giving him the clearest view of her womanhood—a vibrant pink cavern glistened as the witch's brew spilled forth, and a thicket of dark and curly hair was perched over it. The fragrance wafting out of it sorely tempted Ian to get closer, though the fear of Emilia knocking him senseless if he did anything too intimate with Gairnjan kept his mind somewhat clear for the moment.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" the witch cooed. "She's all puckered up waiting for her prince charming to give her a kiss. You'll indulge her, won't you?" Ian was speechless, both from the combination of being so close to a vagina and from the intoxicating smell that was messing with his head as he tried to resist its influence. Gairnjan sensed his inner struggle, so she took advantage of his lapse in judgment to finally claim him as hers forever. "Here—a sample of what I can offer you." The witch took Ian's head and shoved it into her pelvic region, making sure he got a good face full of her goods. Worse for him was that his mouth was open, so his tongue ended up tasting Gairnjan's moist womanhood. In that instant, he shuddered as a pleasantly tingling feeling exploded all over his mouth before racing all throughout his body. In seconds, his mind had just about gone blank save for the lingering sweet taste of Gairnjan's lubricant, and behind his eyes the witch could see the sparks of her magic taking root.
"Ian!" Emilia's temper hit a dangerous spike when she saw the glow of the witch's magic coat Ian's body after he tasted her, hooking her friend on to some foul sorcery for sure. Still, she mentally kicked herself for telling Ian to distract the witch first before trying to take the necklace, and with the desperation to save her friend Emilia took up his sword and charged at the witch. Despite all her hacking, slashing, and kicking at Gairnjan's barrier, all Emilia was doing was wearing herself out using up so much energy.
"It's too late you fool girl!" Gairnjan laughed. "Just a mere taste of my juices and I have him slobbering over me like a starved little puppy begging for more. Ian belongs with me now as he ought to—oh!" The witch was cut off by Ian's tongue working itself all over her vagina, shuddering with delight. "Ahhh, yes… Do you hear that Princess—the sounds of your precious boy toy making love to me instead of you? Does that make you angry?" Emilia was beyond listening to anything the witch had to say, furiously hacking away at her barrier in some vain hope that her rage alone would shatter it with enough force. "Mmmmm, that's it, Ian. Eat up to your heart's content…"
"Ian, snap out of it! She's going to steal your soul and use you to destroy Autra—you have to fight this harpy—gghhck!" Emilia's rant was cut short as something found its way around her neck to strangle her.
"Enough out of you, brat," Gairnjan snarled, having reworked her barrier into a clamp to silence Emilia. "I was considering granting you some semblance of your former place in my new kingdom and maybe even allowing you to be bred by Ian every once in a blue moon, but now I'm not so certain I wish to tolerate your yapping." Gairnjan let Emilia drop to the ground to suffocate before refocusing her attention on Ian who had moved his hands up to her breasts. "There, there, Ian… Soon, everything will be right once that spoiled child is out of the picture and we can turn this dung heap of a kingdom into something far more suitable for us…" Ian had paid her no heed being so completely focused on pleasuring her, and she honestly didn't mind it—what with her climax fast approaching. All that was left was to have him guzzle down her magic-infused fluids when she came, and she'd have him completely loyal to her. She would have much preferred to bag him the old-fashioned way, but with so many other females out there who could claim him Gairnjan wanted to take no chances.
As for Emilia, for the lack of a better word, she was screwed. She hadn't the strength to pry the magic clamp off her neck thanks to wasting it trying to break Gairnjan's barrier, and air was no longer getting into her. In a desperate move knowing that the barrier was down, she flailed her legs about until she felt Ian's sword near her feet and kicked it at him, hoping that he had a shred of his resistance left and used it. As her mind was quickly going blank with the last of her strength leaving her, she could only pray that Ian would come to as the world around her eventually went dark…
…only for everything to come rushing back to her. Air filled her lungs as the dam in her windpipe had burst, and she could clearly see the stars in the night sky again. Everything in her body seemed to return to some level of normal in short order, and Emilia almost began wondering if she had simply woken up from a bad dream.
"Hey, come on Emilia," she thought she heard Ian say, and she could feel someone pulling her up to her feet with an unsteady grip on her. Once she had her bearings straight again, she saw Ian at her side with worry crossing his features.
"Ian…? But, how…?" The lad gave her a small smile and held up Gairnjan's necklace, though the piece of jewelry looked stained in red liquid. Emilia's eyes widened at the sight, and she shot a look behind Ian to see Gairnjan lying still on the ground with blood bubbling out of her chest wound and with a glazed look on her face. Emilia traced the trail of blood back to Ian and saw it dripping from his sword.
"I have you to thank for that," Ian finally answered with a smile. As difficult as it was, Ian had done his best to resist Gairnjan's magic brainwashing, and when Emilia kicked his sword to him he was in the clear to take the witch out. After getting the witch's robes past her chest where he had a clear look of her magic necklace, he was quick to reach one hand around Gairnjan's neck and unclasp it from her, and before she could catch on he plunged his sword through her, though he wasn't able to avoid having her climax spray all over his face. All Gairnjan could do in response was stare back up at Ian in shock and confusion, choking on her own blood before her body went limp. Afterward, Giarnjan's magic had mostly left him but it felt like he came down from a bad crash when it did. He had to shamble over to his friend with so little energy left in him, nearly doubling over just helping Emilia up. The two adventurers took the small moment to catch her breath.
"Ugh… If we ever run into another crazy, power-hungry tramp of a witch," Emilia started, "it'll be too soon…"
"Don't jinx us like that Emilia, please…" Ian panted out. "Augh, everything is so stupid sore, even my hands… Here, you hold this." Ian handed Emilia the witch's necklace, and the princess shivered a bit when the cold piece of metal kissed her skin. "Yeah, it was like that for me too when I first touched it.
"And I swear I saw everything flash before my eyes… Well, all's well that ends well—the witch is…dead, so at the very least she won't ever be bothering us anymore. Now, our next stop: the nearest inn. A nice bath and a decent night's sleep are calling me."
"I'm starving… Hopefully we get something good to eat soon…" Emilia and Ian dragged their feet as they trudged their way back to the nearest civilization they could find with Ian lagging behind Emilia a few steps. They paid no further mind to the witch they had laid low, wanting to forget all about her besides Emilia's teasing remarks to Ian who brushed them off; this proved to be a very costly mistake. With Ian and Emilia focused on the road ahead, they failed to notice the witch behind them steadily rising to her feet cloaked in a thick miasma of fell magic. Though she bled out profusely and stood at death's door, Gairnjan had enough left in her to gather her remaining magic and pool it into one last attack.
"You think you've won, you spoiled brat…" Gairnjan, delirious from the intense pain of her body going up in ash as life slipped away from her each second, wasn't really sure what she intended to do but didn't care as long as she got one last laugh over the princess. "If I can't have Ian, then you won't either…! To Hell with you Princess Emilia!" With every last ounce of magic power she had left, Gairnjan had readied her final attack and loosed a black lightning bolt forward without a moment's hesitation, howling out her dying curse and collapsing into a pile of cinders.
Ian and Emilia flinched when they thought they heard the witch, and when they turned around they saw the black bolt headed right for Ian. For Emilia, seeing her best friend from childhood trapped with grim resignation etched on his face triggered the rawest sense of fear in her; desperate to save him after nearly having lost him just moments before, she raced with speed she didn't know she had to beat the bolt to him. Just inches away from the attack, Emilia tackled the boy to the side with him barely registering what had happened, and the next thing Emilia felt was white-hot power ripping through her as though she was fragile glass. She quickly went into a form of shock as she crashed onto the ground.
Ian couldn't believe his eyes—he had just saved Emilia from near-death only to watch as she took a possibly fatal blow from him when his demise was all but certain. He was supposed to be the one who protected her even if it meant death, but in the end she was the one who gave up her life to save his.
"Emilia!" When his senses returned to normal, Ian nearly fell over in his panicked dash to the princess's side. "No, no, no—come on, stay with me Emilia!" It seemed that the princess would not stir at first, but after a while she coughed up something fierce and rose from her stillness. A few steady breaths later, Emilia was clutching her chest but otherwise appeared fine.
"What…what was that…?" the princess said. "Was that even supposed to kill us…?"
"Hey, take it easy Emilia," Ian said. "We don't know what that was supposed to do."
"Whatever it was, it's harmless now; the magic's just about faded away completely." Emilia and Ian took one last look at the witch's remains, watching as a small wisp of magic from her remains evaporated into the air; the two hoped that that would be the end of it for good. "I for one am thoroughly tired of this, so let's get—" Emilia didn't finish when she suddenly felt her shirt lifted before something touched her chest, and she saw Ian worriedly staring at and pressing his fingers into her sternum where she was hit.
"You don't feel anything strange here, do you? No pains, lumps, any funny feelings? Nothing's off?" Once Emilia was able to process what was happening, she quickly pushed Ian's hand away and yanked her shirt back down in a blushing fit unable to believe that Ian pulled what he did.
"What is wrong with you Ian?!" she snapped at him. "C-Couldn't you have said something first?!"
"Whoa, hang on Emilia!" the boy said, raising his hands in defense. "I just, ugh—look, I'm sorry. I'm not…thinking straight right now. I wasn't trying to feel you up or anything; I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you know?" Emilia would have let him have it, but it was so easy for her to tell that Ian was just having a minor meltdown. It was just seconds ago that she herself took an attack meant for him that could have killed her or worse, and she started to feel just a bit guilty for giving him that bad a scare if only because of how much it shook him.
"Ian, please, I'm fine," she said. "Let's just put all this crazy business behind us and find a place to get some rest, okay?"
"You promise that you're not going to pull anything as crazy as that again?" he asked.
"I… I'm not going to make any promises, Ian. If I had to save your life from something that would kill you, I'd do it again without a moment's hesitation because that's what a princess does: she protects her kingdom and her subjects even if it kills her." Emilia could see Ian wanting to protest, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. She didn't like to see him look so down, so she gently placed her hands on his shoulders and gave him a reassuring smile. "But, if it helps, that wasn't what I was trying to do there, so I guess I wasn't thinking straight either. Sorry about that, Ian." Ian understood her just fine, and he was glad that she understood him too, letting a relieved sigh out and finding it in him to smile again. "I'll try not to do anything that reckless again; after all, I wouldn't want to hurt my best friend by getting myself killed like that. Of course, you'll make sure you do the same for me, right?"
"Well of course."
"Good, now then, with that all settled, let's go find ourselves a good night's place to stay!" The two adventurers began making their way back to civilization in earnest, chatting with each other along the way to fill the silence of the night sky and leaving the witch's remains behind. Ian would look back on the battle as just another victory for him and Emilia and not think too much on the incident, though Emilia would not come out of the experience unchanged. She found herself sneaking glances at Ian every now and again when he wasn't paying attention, and she couldn't help but think back to how the whole event started. Ian was a good guy, but things were too awkward between him and her for him to be her first choice to take into bed with her, at least on her end as far as she was aware. The idea that someone found him so desirable that they were willing to go through such drastic lengths to keep him all to themselves was so strange to her, though; maybe the witch just didn't see Ian for all he was, warts and all, or maybe Emilia simply refused to look past his faults to see how good he really was. Too many questions began to flood Emilia's head about her future with Ian, and a feeling foreign to her started welling up inside the more she thought about it all. Would they still be best friends—or, if either of them ever married to other people, would they eventually drift apart until they stopped seeing each other? The princess had this slew of questions on her mind with all sorts of emotions mixing and clashing with each other, unknowingly stoking the remnants of the witch's magic inside of both her and the necklace in her hands, giving them just enough fuel to keep burning all the way on her and Ian's trip back to society…
An hour or so after Ian and Emilia's battle with Gairnjan, the pair finally chanced upon an inn near the outskirts of a nearby town. They had enough energy to slog onward to the town if they wished, but their minds were spent and so they decided to crash at the inn for the night. To their fortune (or rather Emilia's for the most part), they each had their own rooms next to each other that they could sleep in, and after a brief bid of goodnights they went their separate ways to tuck in until dawn came to greet them.
Emilia, for reasons she couldn't immediately explain, decided to keep the late Gairnjan's magic necklace with her to study it whenever she got the chance, and while Ian honestly would have preferred to have destroyed it he didn't have it in him to disagree, so he just let her be. he doffed his adventurer's gear until he was down to his boxers and simply threw himself onto the bed without concern for much else. Normally, he would have conked out right then and there, but instead he was kept awake just a bit longer as the events of the night played out in his head. It wasn't so much that the witch Gairnjan bothered him (though he was certainly disturbed by her obsession with him), but rather Emilia who was the cause for concern. He had never seen the princess act in any such rash way until then—she got uncharacteristically mad whenever Gairnjan touched him in any sort of way and dove at the witch with many an ill-advised flying kick, flew into some sort of rage when Gairnjan used magic to twist his mind, and then there was the witch's last-ditch attack that Emilia had no problem throwing herself in the way of to protect him without knowing whether it would have killed her or not. Maybe he was just overthinking things, and perhaps he had just never seen that side of her yet, but he couldn't get over that haunting image of the witch's lightning bolt piercing through Emilia nor the glazed expression she had on her face as she laid still on the ground. Ian knew that that scene would plague him as nightmares when he dreamed from then on, and he could only pray that it would never become a reality. It took a while, but he was eventually able to push all thoughts out of his head so sleep would find him once he drifted off to sleep.
Emilia herself already had better luck than Ian both in getting to sleep and having pleasant dreams visit her the night. In it, she found herself back in her luxurious room at the castle as she had done many times before, dressed down in the most alluring nightwear she could imagine—except, she was still dressed in her regular old adventurer's shirt, pants, and boots getup. Still, she still looked nice whether casual or fancy, so she went back to eagerly waiting for her prince charming to finally come and greet her. This was the night she had been dreaming of over and over for a while now—the magic moment that she would forever treasure. The door to her chambers opened, and there he was—her future husband dressed in…his adventurer's gear. Even more bizarre was that it was that orange and blue color scheme that she knew all-too well, and she didn't even need to look at this man's face to know who he was.
"Ian…?" Sure, it was him, but something about him seemed different. He carried himself the way he usually did, that being his usual confidence, so maybe it was the lighting of the room, but he suddenly seemed somewhat attractive as he knelt and looked up at her with his usual grin. Right then and there with that smile he looked about five times more handsome.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Princess," he said in his same old tone of voice, but it sounded different this time. It was as if every sound that came out of his mouth carried deep affection for her bordering on reverence, so for once calling her "Princess" didn't feel like some sort of jab.
"I…what…" Emilia hadn't the words for what was going on right now.
"Yeah, sorry about coming in looking like this—I had some last-minute stuff to take care of so I had to run straight here before I could change."
"N-No, that's not it. You look…nice."
"Oh, uh, thanks," Ian was scratching the back of his head and looked off to the side almost sheepishly. Even him doing one of the things that would annoy her most actually made him look endearing. "You know, I kinda figured that you'd be dressed up in some night-stuff or something, but…I like this look of yours better." That was a shock to hear for Emilia; she never thought she looked bad in her casual wear, but she always thought that men typically preferred women in fancy dresses or sexy teddies. Ian, at least when it came to her, wasn't one of those guys.
"Oh, well, thank you Ian…"
"Want me to get those boots off for you?" Emilia was sure she could have taken them off simply fine by herself, but for whatever reason she felt like humoring Ian for a little.
"Sure, go ahead." Ian made his way over to Emilia and gently took her leg above her boots in one hand and had the boot in the other, causing a small jolt to run up her leg.
"You okay?" Ian asked, sensing her sudden twitch.
"I'm…alright, just a bit tired. Proceed."
"Sure thing." Ian went back to work removing Emilia's boot and slid it off with no issue. Last Emilia remembered he had so much trouble trying to take his own boots off at times, yet here he was able to get her leg to slip out of them so easily. With one leg bare, Ian made his way to the other one and got the boot off just as easily. Emilia could have sworn that she was at least wearing socks underneath her boots, though, but none of what was going on made any real sense so why get so worked up about it.
"Comfortable, Princess?" Ian asked.
"Quite."
"Need a massage? You did say you were a bit tired." Emilia took pause at that; Ian had never been this considerate before to massage her, only ever doing so when she had him do so for her so after an arduous day, and he was never particularly good at it. But, with the way things were going right then, Emilia had gotten curious now; if he were offering, perhaps she would take him up on it and see what he could do.
"Well, since you asked, I could go for one."
"Alright then!" Ian didn't immediately beeline for her feet, but he didn't delay for long before gingerly taking them in his hands. They were calloused Emilia noted, no doubt from all the sword swinging he did, but still they were firm and careful as they brushed against her. It wasn't long before her skin was tingly from his fingers working their magic on her foot.
"Wow, you're really good at this Ian," Emilia complimented.
"Thanks! You've been helping me practice a lot. Let me get the other one." Emilia didn't get to question Ian on what he meant by that as he went right to the next foot, and in short order her skin was goosing up even more from his touch. She never knew how good he could be, and the pleasurable shocks he was sending up her leg made their way to her core. At this, Emilia jolted again in surprise and Ian stopped; it took her a moment longer to process what had just happened.
"Sorry, did I do something wrong?" Emilia didn't immediately answer him, debating whether she should tell him to stop or to keep going. It was Ian after all, and even though she trusted him with her life she never thought she would get this far with him, but here she was getting turned on by him simply massaging her feet. Of course, she didn't want to stain her underwear (Was she wearing underwear? She couldn't tell at this point just yet), but all the same that had felt so good to just make him stop then and there.
"…No, you were fine. Could you…give me a second?"
"Sure." Emilia went at her belt buckle and unclasped it, grabbing at the hem of her pants afterward before pausing again when she felt her underwear. If she were going to do this, she may as well go all the way with Ian, so she hooked her thumbs underneath her pants to grab at her panties too so she could slide both off at once. For some reason she couldn't explain, she decided to lift her legs high as she removed her bottom-wear which left Ian a clear view of her bottom that she was sure had grown wet. With her pants and panties out of the way, Emilia presented her feet to Ian for him to massage again and combined with flashing him her goods just seconds before she had made it clear what she wanted out of him.
"Now then, I think it's about time you proved just how much you love your princess. Come and service me, my knight~" Emilia tried to sound confident and inviting in a sexy way, but she just ended up coming across as less knowing the first thing about being "sexy" and more being an awkward teenager trying not to trip over herself. For better or worse, Ian himself was just as embarrassed with the whole situation as he took one of her feet in hand and began to kiss her at the bridge. She felt another jolt of pleasure shoot up her leg and pool at her privates, and she let slip her first gasp of the night. Again, Ian paused to make sure he wasn't overstepping, but she gave him a reassuring nod—there was no more doubt that she wanted it, and who better to let have this privilege than the one she trusted the most? Maybe one day she might find another man and Ian would have another woman, but for their first time tonight they were going to give each other everything. Once Ian knew that Emilia gave him her okay, he went right back to revering her body, peppering her foot with smooches. Emilia had a hard time fighting off the giggles and the sighs as each kiss, and the latter became harder to suppress when he moved up from her feet to her calves, massaging her outer legs all the while. The princess so desperately wanted to just clamp her legs around him, to bury his face in all her glory right away and let him have at her, but she had to let him build up the mood first—patience was a virtue after all.
Back in the real world, as Emilia's dreamt on, a startling development took place. The necklace Ian and Emilia had acquired from Gairnjan began responding to her thoughts, drifting up from her nightstand and ducking into her sheets, rubbing along her calves and then to her inner thighs just as the dream Ian kissed along the same spot for the dream Emilia. Her breathing was losing its steady pattern the closer the necklace got to its destination, and as the dream Ian finally made his way up to the dream Emilia's sweet spot so too did the necklace rest over the real Emilia's womanhood. Ian gave his lover one last look before he smiled and dove in, their lips meeting at last and earning himself a satisfied shiver from the princess and her first moan. He simply kissed her in an almost chaste manner for a good while at first as she giggled, but he eventually switched over to a more passionate tongue service and the princess could scarcely contain herself when it happened. As this went on in the real Emilia's sleep, the necklace slid along the rosy length of her vagina to emulate her dream lover, occasionally flicking her vagina to match her knight doing so. This would go on for quite a while, with both Emilias bucking their hips to the pleasure their pussies were getting as they steadily reached their peak. Soon, their breathing hitched erratically just moments before they whimpered and the waterworks burst open, spilling their fluids all over. Ian of the dream eagerly drank in his princess's sweet nectar while the real princess sprayed the necklace in her juices. More alarmingly, however, was that the necklace's previous dull look started giving off a slight pink glow in the night's sky with Emilia's fluids coating it.
As dream Emilia took a few breaths to steady herself, Ian took the time to undress himself to get ready for the main event. First to come off was his boots, followed by his belt, and then finally his tunic. He would have taken his pants off, but Emilia held up a finger to stop him.
"Hang on Ian, let me get to that for you." Emilia crawled off her bed and grabbed at Ian's pants, making sure to get his briefs as well when she pulled both down. Of course, Ian's penis was erect—almost painfully so, and Emilia took a moment to inspect its build. All in all, he looked very healthy compared to the ones in the educational and medical books she had read before. "Well now, all of this just for me, Ian? You shouldn't have…" She couldn't help but crack an excited smile as she began imagining how it would fit inside her, but first she wanted to return the favor and taste Ian as well. With a steady grip on it, Emilia moved to give Ian's pecker a few kisses as he did for her. After some pause, the princess finally stuck her tongue out and dragged it up from the base of Ian's manhood all the way up its length in agonizingly slow fashion.
"Ooh, holy smokes… Where'd you learn how to—agh…!" Ian had to will himself to stand strong as Emilia worked his shaft and made him weak in the knees. Emilia couldn't remember practicing fellatio herself, but she was doing well enough to make Ian buckle before her, and that was making her chest swell up with pride inside. Ian tasted a bit salty from a light sheen of sweat, of course, but she honestly didn't mind it so much. It was his smell that got her nearly gagging on his length as the further up to his base she went the stronger it got. Emilia decided to remove her hand from Ian's penis and just take the whole thing into her mouth while she gripped his backside and pulled him in closer to her with each bob of her head.
As for the real Emilia, she took to tasting a penis constructed from magic covering the necklace in place of a real one like her dream-self had taken. A light smog of magic very similar to that of the late witch's had manifested around Emilia since her wet dream had started, and as Emilia's dream progressed into more explicit territory the smoke only continued to darken and thicken to where it could suffocate a person alongside the evil light of the magic necklace glowing brighter. The dream Ian eventually could not hold out for much longer and came into the mouth of his princess with her swallowing every drop of his seed, and with this the magic surrounding the real Emilia burst into an accurst blaze all while she continued to dream unaware.
By now, the two lovers in the dream were ready to move on. With nothing else left to hold them back besides common courtesy to see if either had any last reservations, Emilia laid back on her bed as Ian climbed over her and had himself poised to enter her once she gave him her say-so. As they did so, the real Emilia had her magic penis readied at her entrance.
"Are you ready, Emilia?" Ian asked. Emilia gave him a cheeky smile before taking her hands and spreading herself wide open for him.
"Ian, please," she started. "I've been ready for this. I should be asking you the same thing."
"Well then, how's this for an answer?" Ian slowly began to slide his way inside of Emilia with both taking a breath to steady themselves once he reached the last piece of resistance barring him total entry. Again. he looked to the princess for her word who simply nodded in approval, and with that he took the plunge deep inside her. Emilia winced slightly when she felt her hymen give way to Ian's penis, but it did not hurt so much for long. She and Ian were in awe at how perfect a fit they both felt for each other as if it were always meant to be. Emilia wondered how she could ever doubt that Ian would be the one as she felt him fill her up so completely, and while it was just sex they were having at the moment, there was a feeling of fulfillment in that the person she would marry and the man to be her first was the one she trusted with her life.
It took a brief spell until Emilia gave Ian the okay to go on, but when she did Ian established a good rhythm going as he pulled out then pushed back into Emilia slow and steady. Both were at bliss with each other, reveling in how it felt to finally cross that bridge and have sex for the first time. The tightness of Emilia's vaginal walls squeezed Ian's penis on all sides with just the right amount of snugness, and she was slick enough for him to slide in easy enough to compliment that feeling. Emilia knew that Ian would be wide and long enough to satisfy her just from having sucked him off, but he was far more perfect than she could have hoped for as she felt him comfortably slide back and forth into her. Both were moaning more freely than they thought they would, but their sounds were music to each other's ears so they would know just how good they felt for each other.
"Good heavens, Ian. That's it right there…" She wrapped her arms around him just as he took her into his own for that embrace they longed for, and they fell into a deep kiss to make love. Eventually, Ian put more speed behind his thrusts with Emilia hooking her legs around his hips to make sure he went all the way in every time. Their kiss wouldn't last for much long once they went fast enough, turning into heavy panting as they broke away from each other's lips. They both slowly lost themselves in each other and their voices climbed higher and higher to both their delights, and before the night was done they wanted to make damn sure that they would hear each other cry themselves ragged in bliss.
"I'm getting close, Emilia. What about you?"
"Me too, Ian. By everything sacred, please—don't stop or slow down. Don't make me command you not to!"
"No need to tell me twice!" That was all he needed to hear to go full speed. Their making love turned into something rough and dirty where they were once romantic and gentle, and when Ian's hips slapped up against Emilia's ass stinging both just a little bit their speech started getting peppered with light profanity every now again. Neither one of them could care how vulgar they may have looked, all that mattered was that they had each other in that moment as they neared their finish.
"Gods… Emilia, I'm about to—"
"Yes, Ian, go ahead. I want you—all of you—inside me. Give me everything!"
"Ah, here it comes, here it comes…!"
"Yes. Yes. YES…!" And then it came—a tidal wave of euphoria washing over the pair as they reached orgasm together and screamed until their voices were sorely hoarse. Emilia felt pump after pump Ian's sticky seed coat just about every inch of her insides, and her own fluids shot out like a busted hose which made everything seep out of her into her sheets below.
As this happened, the real Emilia's shrill shriek was so close to waking every soul in the inn, and the thick magic that uncontrollably flared about her exploded everywhere into her room leaving ugly steaming splotches in its wake as she came. Any remaining traces of magic dissipated from within Emilia completely upon her orgasm, and the magic necklace flew to the floor in a motionless heap. Emilia remained fast asleep despite all of this, never to know what had transpired in her room.
Back inside the dream, the couple couldn't be any happier to finally have this moment together. It took them a good amount of time to normalize themselves while they basked in the afterglow.
"Whoa… That was…"
"Awesome," Emilia finished for Ian. "I'll be honest: I never thought we'd get here the way we are, but I'm really glad we did and that my first time was with you."
"First time, huh? You say that as if we're not gonna have a round two later."
"Oh, we're definitely going for round two later. Just…not so soon of course."
"Yeah, I'm pretty bushed right now." Emilia was content to lay on her back and embrace Ian on top of her. A princess could get used to this kind of loving warmth. "Hey, Emilia?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think I've ever said this, but…I love you."
"Aw, Ian… I_."
"Huh? What was that?"
"Come on, don't tease me like that Ian."
"No, seriously, what was that again? I didn't catch anything."
"Ugh, fine. I_." This time, Emilia noticed it too. When she tried to say it, sound wouldn't come out of her mouth. It wasn't as though she was choking, but whenever she tried to say those words her voice went out completely, and she couldn't understand why this was suddenly happening to her—ruining a perfectly good moment. "I_. I_, I_…"
And just like that, the dream blurred into the darkness of Emilia's mind. She remained asleep, but no more dreams would visit her that night. As she lay motionless in her bed save for her breathing, the evil magic necklace came alive once more by the light of the night sky shining through her window. Slowly, the magic splotches staining Emilia's room slunk down from the walls and ceiling onto the floor before coalescing with the necklace into a curdling mass, and slower still it was to slither out of Emilia's room underneath her door. It made its way into the hallway where it stopped for a moment before resuming its journey to the room next to Emilia's. Upon reaching the door it crawled up a short distance and lingered for a spell, and after it had lingered long enough it slid back down to squeeze into the room from underneath.
There, it found its mark, and it foamed and bubbled in some grotesque display of excitement. It made its way to the owner's bed and climbed up the sheets at a somewhat faster pace all while it gurgled profusely. On top, there was a lad sleeping peacefully enough though he certainly looked to have trouble earlier, and even the ooze seemed to calm down in his presence. Nevertheless, it slithered over the lad and covered most of him with its inky mass before it foamed up with greater intensity. Then, as it pulled all its remaining mass together into a tight form, its shape took on a five-pointed design that was vaguely humanoid. The ooze shifted and solidified further to make out a well-defined human body, and when its new shape was complete the darkness covering it began to burn away. The new figure was revealed to be a bare maiden—more startlingly it was the exact appearance of Emilia cuddled atop of the lad wearing the late Gairnjan's necklace around her. She stirred ever so slightly before settling on a comfortable sleeping position to rest her head on the lad's chest. Her lips curled into a soft smile and she breathed a soft and steady rhythm, nuzzling the boy underneath her as she started having sweet dreams of her own.
"I love you, Ian…"