Chapter III: Business and Pleasure
(The Stone Prisoner Part 3 of 3)
One Day Later…
"What is the mage doing?" Shale inquiries from behind me. It has been very inquisitive since we reawakened it, which I suppose is natural, seeing as it was—suspended—for thirty years. It was curious of events that had transpired since before I was born. Luckily, Sten was knowledgeable enough about world events to satisfy its curiosity. As for what it was questioning me on now, my attempt to detach the orb from the staff.
"…Trying… to get this… orb out… and failing." I reply, straining.
"And what advantage does the orb being displaced from the rest of the staff give the mage?"
"I think… I think that I don't necessarily need the staff to focus the power, just the orb. Just a theory, nothing solid." I stand from the rock I sit on and face the golem. "Could it melt my brain? Sure. Would it be nice to keep the eldritch power of an ancient and legendary staff in my pocket? Absolutely."
It makes a sound that I think is a scoff. "Expected. You squishy ones could be undone by a simple river stone thrown too hard. It is no wonder that you cannot withstand such mammoth power as that."
"Yeah, well when you're ready to withstand some eldritch power, you come call me right up, Rocky." I walk away and it goes right back to just standing in the corner of the inn we've set up in.
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Zevran leans on a wooden wall support, sharpening his dual knives, watching me as I walk past with the most annoying smirk.
"Got anything better to look at?" I jab.
"In this inn that is constructed entirely out of the riveting colors of brown and grey, and that I have been staring at that for hours on end—yes, it is refreshing to watch something that moves."
"Hmph. What do ya want?"
"I wanted to ask you your opinion of the golem." Zevran replies, getting to the point faster than I'd expected him to.
"My opinion?" I think for a few silent moments. "Fine, I guess. I've only spent a day with it and all its done is ask questions I can't answer. So... yes—fine."
"Yes, well… I think it is planning something." He looks suspiciously over at the golem, who looks around the inn blankly.
"The assassin is suspicion of the animate rock?" I let out an exasperated sigh. "I should have stayed in my goddamn Tower."
He laughs and that seems to throw off his suspicion a bit. "At least it is easier for me to talk to than the she-devil upstairs."
I shrug. "Eh, she's not so bad… once you get past the hell that is the first two weeks with her."
"True enough…" he snickers to himself and spies my continued glances upstairs, smirking slyly. "She looks at you, you know. When she sees your eyes turned away. I think I even saw her smile once. Know this, my friend: It is very much not a one-sided love, this affair. And that you may count your lucky stars for a woman like that." He whispers to me, cranking his head to the side, giving me leave to go upstairs. He chuckles. "Enjoy, my friend."
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((WARLOCKE))
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**Explicit Sexual Content Warning!**
Song Choice: Don't Speak – No Doubt
The door to my room was slightly ajar, flickering light from the fireplace visible through the crack. I slide through the door quietly, seeing Morrigan stretched out across the length of the bed, naked as a jaybird and propped up on one arm facing the door. "Well, this is a surprise." Shutting the door easily behind me.
"The pleasant kind?" I stay silent and begin to remove my clothes slowly, deliberately taking the time to neatly fold and place them on the counter on the other side of the room. "I would hope so…" She says. "…Seeing as you've made me wait." Removing the last of my clothes leaves me with the cold, winter draft and a small shiver.
"Well, I couldn't very well screw you under the moon with Sten and Zevran at my heels, now, could I?" I remark.
"And you continue to delay," she remarked. "Do you not find me attractive anymore?"
"Please," I scoff. "I'd have to be dead six months to not find you attractive. And you know that. You also know exactly why I'm taking my time."
"Because you are a foolish man who insists on wasting an opportunity to rut in a proper bed?" She asks. "Yes, I know."
I snort. "Close enough. I lied; you know? It wasn't a surprise at all. I know for a fact you could... occupy yourself until I arrived, and did so."
"Oh? What makes you so sure?"
I snag her hand, popping two of her fingers into my mouth and sucking gently, savoring the tang of her arousal on them. "Because I could smell it from when I entered the room, and I can taste it on you."
"Would you like to see how?"
"Very much," I murmur.
She rolls flat on her back, spreading her pale legs and stroking two fingers through her folds. As I watch, she circles her clit before slipping them into herself, her full lips parting in a quiet moan. She works her breast with her other hand, her thumb stroking her clit as she pumped her fingers into herself. Her legs spread wider, and her golden eyes meet mine as she lets out a whimper. "You see what you reduce me to when you make me wait?"
"Not making a great case for yourself," I reply, my cock growing hard as a flush spread up her body. Occasional moans slip out, growing in pitch as she writhes on the bed. Suddenly she shudders, a strangled cry escaping as she came, and her body tenses, her knees coming together and moving up towards her chest as she continues pushing her fingers into herself. She stays that way for a long moment, before relaxing, her knees falling open and exposing herself fully to me. Her head falls back, and she lifts her hand to her mouth, idly licking her essence off her fingers. "Mmm… This ought to be you that I lick clean," she says
I chuckle as I bend over her, kissing her deeply as I slide a hand up her inner thigh. She reached up, pulling him deeper into a kiss and squeaking as the pad of my thumb brushed over her sensitive sex. Her hips jerk, and I grin into her mouth as I slowly stroke a finger through her, gathering moisture across its tip.
Morrigan yelps as I flip her onto her front, pulling her into the position she wants with her rear in the air, on display for me. I sink my teeth playfully into her rear, a moan tearing free from her throat as I mark her ass before I bury my face in her, my tongue circling her clit. Her moans are muffled by the bedding, and she reaches around, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling me closer against her as I spread her wider, my tongue darting wildly and driving her towards the edge. Not long after, she squeals happily, her back arches as she comes hard.
The fist in my hair slowly unclenches, and she pushes herself up, looking over her shoulder at me with a slightly manic gleam in her eye. A moment later, she pounces, pushing me flat on the bed and trailing kisses down my body. My chuckle turns into a gasp as she licks a long, wet stripe up the underside of my length. She gives me that blasted smile again, before she wraps her lips around the head of my sex, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. I groan as she brings me deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling along my shaft and her thumb massaging my balls. I resist the urge to buck my hips as she catches a rhythm of suckling and pumping.
I wasn't sure how long she kept me on the edge, her head bobbing in my lap as she demonstrated her skill. Whenever I tense up, teetering on the edge, she pauses and whispers a spell, a sudden icy sensation crawling over my groin and pushing me back.
"You teasing minx," I rasp as she does it for a third time.
Morrigan lifts her head, her face flushed and lips swollen. "If your desire is release, you need simply to ask," she purrs.
I grin at her, brushing the hair out of my eyes. "You know I don't beg." She smirks, and I pull her into a quick kiss. She plants a hand on my chest, pushing me flat again and taking me deep in her mouth, all coquetry gone as she works me like it's her fucking profession. Her nails rakee down my thigh as her tongue laved against the underside of my cock, the pain mixing with pleasure as she drove me towards the edge. "You are much too good at that." She hums in agreement as she slides my cock between her lips, sucking greedily and swirling her tongue over the head. I moan quietly, drawing her loose hair back out of her face. She looks up at me, keeping her tawny eyes keep eye contact with my grey-blue ones, like ice frozen over steel, all while she slowly slid down my cock, running her tongue over my skin. Morrigan winks, before a small spark of lightning jumped from her fingertips to the underside of my balls. I yelp, my body seizing up as she works her lips down my length again. Her hair comes out of the messy bun she keeps it in, the tips tickling my skin as they trailed over her shoulders. And never has she been more beautiful than just now. Not anything or anyone… in this moment, even the stars of the Maker are but pale attempts at her majesty.
I hit the peak, stifling a cry as I come hard and spill into her mouth. She swallows eagerly, slowly sliding my cock out of her mouth and working her way back up my body, nipping at my skin. I mumble a modified rejuvenation spell I'd learned at the Circle and in moments I was erect again.
I grab her waist and flip her onto her back. She yelps excitedly, and I look over to the side of the room where I leaned the staff on the wall. It was time to put it to proper use. I pin her right arm down with my hand, drawing the spell one of the spells out that I'd read only a few nights prior. "That lightning trick was nifty. But that's enough of your tricks, witch. Let the Laughing Magician show you some real tricks. "I form the full spell with my shadow-energy and suspend it in my free hand. It is a grey color with bits of gold sprinkled the resulting magical smoke. "Sensory Manipulation the book says. I can take away your senses… maybe your eyesight, maybe your sense of hearing or taste. Or… I can make them stronger." I focus my intent on it and touch my temple with it and touch her forehead with it as well. "I can make, say, a gentle pinch…" I pinch her back ever-so-slightly, and she bucks against it, feeling as if it was the point of a small needle. "…feel like a needle. Or…" I stop explaining and I take my hand and body off of her, letting her get the idea. She begins rubbing her body wantonly, feeling all those warm, erotic sensations twofold "I can make you feel like heaven is in your very own skin." Not only that, as she rubs herself, I'd connected myself to her—I feel what she feels—she feels what I feel. Together… we sit higher than the stars of gods. I stroke myself still not touching her, and she moans longingly, feeling all I feel. She rubs her own sex and I feel every nerve, every tingle and every numbing sensation in my back and legs. I am quickly overcome by euphoria; I grab her back and I am almost finding the sensations strange when I touch her… they are almost… too much. But I trust myself… I can endure."
"You… may have to use that spell more often," she huffs out with a smirk. "Do you plan to talk, or take me, Adrian?" She yelps once more as I buck her off of me, pinning her to the bed face down and jerking her hips up. "Ah, so you do intend to be useful tonight…"
"I'd say 'bite me,' but you tend to take that as a suggestion," I reply, "so…" without further preamble, I slam home, the witch keening as I bottom out and set a bruising pace. The witch bites down on a pillow, her moans muffled by the down as her nails scrabble against the sheets. Overcome by the multiplied sensations reverberating infinitely between us, I reach forward, taking a firm grip on her let-down hair, pulling gently with one hand as I scrape my fingernails down the pale skin of her back, feeling millisecond of pain and pleasure of my own action, bringing another rich moan from my lover. The sounds of flesh slapping together echoes off the walls as my hips hits her ass rhythmically, Morrigan keening again as another orgasm hits. She thrashes almost violently, and I pause, letting her catch her breath.
Eventually, she rolls over, her hair splaying across the bedding. Her chest heaving in the firelight distracted me for a moment, and she reaches up, dragging her nails down my lean chest. "Do not waste time," she chides. "You are a stallion, a beast, now act like it." Growling, taking her challenge, I hook her legs over my shoulders, her thighs across my collarbones as I slide back into her, relishing in just how slick she is. Her nails scrape across my shoulders as I pound into her, and I grab her wrists, pinning her arms to the bed and holding her down as I continue to thrust. She giggles in my shocking show of passion and dominance, giddy from the rush of sex and toying with me, and I give her a grin as she tries to claw at me once more. "Give it to me," she moans. "I want to feel it in me." She manages to wriggle a hand free and reached around our joined bodies, another spark of lightning catching me, all the while, I am privy to her objective and determined to beat her to the punch, I quickly draw energy from the orb once more and place my intent on it, putting it to her temple, giving her one more jolt of sensory manipulation, she rocks wildly against me wanting escape and to never leave this place all at once, and her shock sends us into the clutches of another orgasm. Her toes curled as I sink deep into her, my member pulsing as he come hard, and she moans loudly, her inner walls clenching around me as she hits the peak herself a moment later.
"That was cheating," I grumble, panting heavily into her neck.
"Cheating, is it? From the self-proclaimed con-man? You enjoy it," she said. "What was it you said? 'Bite me?'" In response, I sink my teeth into her neck, and she moans, dragging her nails down my back again.
"How many welts are back there by now?" I ask.
"Not enough," she laughs
"You want more?" he asks. "I think I got one more in me."
In response, she rolls us both over, straddling me as she slowly sinks down onto my cock, flexing her muscles around him. I groan and buck my hips, reaching up to toy with her nipples, and she laughs breathlessly. "You are absolutely... filling." She begins to slowly work her hips, her hand snaking down between them and rubbing her clit. One of my hands fall to her hip, urging her on as she leans back, her back arching. The firelight plays across her nude body, leaving her pale breasts dappled in tones of orange and yellow.
A shocked half-moan, half-yelp tells me I hit the sweet spot inside her, and her head fell back, pulling my hands up to her breasts as she works her hips into my lap. I reflexively push deeper into her, rolling my hips and bringing another quiet moan from her. I bend up to steal a kiss, and she grabs both my hands, pinning me flat to the bed. Once more my cockiness is broken as my chuckle is turned into a gasp as she bites down on my collarbone, her hips still rocking against me
Morrigan's eyes roll back and she arches her back as she comes hard, her normal moans choking off into a quiet squeak as she sinks her teeth into my shoulder. "I'm so close," I murmur into her neck.
"Not…yet…" she pants, still working her hips.
"Not really up to me," I protest, moments before I squeeze her tight and cry out as I come hard. She holds tight, moaning into my neck as she felt my seed spilling into her again. I whimper into her hair, bucking against her and a slow, long moan ripping its way out of my throat. She shudders, moaning quietly as she involuntarily ground her hips down onto mine. We stay still for a moment, before I start thrusting again, knowing she thought I was finished, gasping at the overstimulation as I wrap my arms around her and sat up. I hold her still and tight as I fuck up into her, pinning Morrigan's hands behind her back as she squeals gleefully. It only took a few moments to push her over the edge, and she loses the rhythm of her hips against mine as her orgasm hits hard.
Morrigan collapses onto me, her lithe frame shaking against him as she slowly came down from the physical peak. "You are insatiable," she murmured into my chest, sweaty, and climbing off of him and whimpering faintly at the loss of contact.
"Speak for yourself," I tease, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her against me, and nipping lightly at her ear. "Not to spoil the mood, but I had a few questions about your book-grimoire."
She is already asleep. I'm shocked but I lay my head down on the pillows. Perhaps it can wait until later…