He was inside, lying in his wide bed with Jaq curled up beside him. The dragon lord had experienced great delight in peeling the albino woman out of her skimpy corset dress, garter belt and stockings. He took even greater delight in pinning that shapely white skinned body beneath his own and rutting between her legs.
Sated for a second time on a fresh, soft young woman, he took the time to query his good fortune.
Jaq blushed, pressing her face into the pillows. It wasn't the coy blush of a beautiful girl who was a tad bit bashful about something: Jaq looked honestly embarrassed.
"It's kind of embarrassing." The young witch murmured.
He stroked her hair; nuzzled against it. "What is?"
"Mmmmmmmmm," Jaq groaned, pressing her face harder against the pillows. "You'll think I'm dumb. You'll think I'm full blown retarded for agreeing to something without knowing the consequences."
Chase laughed huskily. "I will, at best, consider you extremely foolish -- and myself extremely lucky at how the consequences turned out. But, still, foolish. What happened, my little ghost?"
"Well, . . . . . . . I needed to learn magic. My technology wasn't cutting it against the monks . . . .or Wuya. . . .or Bean. And you . . . . .I needed to learn magic."
Jaq left the obvious unsaid; Chase had thought the Jackbots and all their mechanical brethren were nothing but childish toys.
"So . . . I . . . . .well, I found someone willing to grant me magical powers. His name is Lord Gurymix and he's a total and complete twerp, but he did grant me magic . . . .but at a price. Lord Gurymix's servants are all Stygian Witches. So, if I was one of his servants, I had to become a witch. Every time I use magic, I transform into my female form. I've been trying to hide it from everyone I know. I was just . . .too embarrassed. The monks teased me mercilessly as a boy; can you imagine what they'd say if they knew I'd turned into a girl?"
Chase snorted and cuddled his new lover closer against him -- if that was possible, considering how tightly he was wrapped around her already.
"Knowing those irresponsible children... Pedrosa will try every trick he knows to get into your panties while you are still in them; Tohomiko will tease you endlessly about what she considers your poor fashion choice all while wearing some hideous ensemble that would make mountain trolls flee screaming; Bailey will mutter something about how 'proper ladies don't dress like that', and Omi will most likely ask some ridiculously naive question infused with sexual blunder."
Jaq giggled, snorting against Chase's bare shoulder.
"Well, . . . .you like me this way, so it's okay. But it's still pretty embarrassing. I had to learn how to walk in heels and put on a bra, and pantyhose are just torture. I went around for weeks feeling like everyone could see up my skirt. I don't know about you, but a corset and stockings and garters are way more comfortable than bras and pantyhose." Chase grinned and nuzzled her hair again. He stroked a large, bare hand over her curvy, bare hip. "I can't say as I've ever put on any of those things. As for me... I'm very, very glad for the chance to see up your skirt. I like the view."
Jaq blushed again, snuggling against Chase. The albino teen was already plastered against the warrior, so the movement was more like a gentle writhe.
"So . . . .you don't think I was stupid? I'm stuck serving that moron in exchange for magic. I just -" Jaq broke off sharply. "I - I wanted you to respect me. You weren't impressed with my robots, you think Shen Gong Wu are just toys. . . . . I needed magic of my own."
Chase kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her mouth, gently. "I am the last person who should call anyone stupid for making such a choice. If you'll recall, I served an evil entity that took the form of a bean for eternal youth, beauty, life, and power."
He kissed her mouth again, a little more firmly, a bit deeper. "I'm very glad I did. Otherwise, I would never have met you. Having met you, having known you, I could never give you up. You complement me perfectly, little ghost."
"Chase!" Jaq breathed in delight, accepting every kiss with a shiver of delight. "S-so, you wouldn't laugh if I said it felt like I was supposed to be this way? From the first time I became female, it just felt like a relief. Like I wasn't trying to live up to the way men are 'supposed to be'. Nobody looks at me like I'm a pathetic loser now."
Chase kissed her again; scribbled his fingernails down her back, over her hip, her thigh. "No, I wouldn't laugh. It is very natural. You were never a convincing boy, Jaq. That is why I was so frustrated that despite all else, your body was so male."
He scooted down and curled his tongue around one stiffened nipple. He sucked lightly, flicked, and then nipped extremely gently with his teeth before snuzzling his face against the unbelievably soft skin of her breasts.
"No more," he said. "You are male no more, and I revel in that fact."
To prove his point, he rolled her onto her back, and then pushed her thighs wide apart as he moved lower down. Settling between her legs, he pointedly began to lick her feminine crotch with obvious enjoyment.
Jaq shivered and purred at the gentle petting and lipping at her breasts, then let out a tiny squeak of delight as Chase buried his face between her thighs.
The albino witch moaned and gasped in delight at the ministrations on her most intimate of parts. One hand snuck to her breasts and started to squeeze and pinch gently, the black lacquer of her nail paint stark against her perfectly white skin.
The other hand skimmed lightly through Chase's dark hair, not trying to guide his head in any way, but just stroking to show how much she appreciated his attentions.
He purred as he ministered to his little ghost with his mouth. Even as he gave that special part of her most of his attention, his hands wandered; touching her legs, her knees, her ankles; up to her hips, her flat belly, her beautiful hands. He needed to indulge his senses in this pretty girl. She was such a relief from having to do with that self-centered, dried-up old witch, Wuya. Honestly -- the woman had been so desperate for it that she'd always complained whenever he'd tried to initiate foreplay, and frequently, he'd had to try to find relief in a barely damp, barely serviceable passage.
Not so with Jaq.
He flicked and swirled his tongue, and swallowed, and flicked and swirled some more. Oh, how deliciously responsive this pretty white witch of his was! She didn't order him to do this, that, or the other; she let him find his own pace, his own pattern, and enjoyed every touch he gave her. That was the most flattering thing ever.
Jaq twisted and writhed under Chase's mouth, under the gentle stroking of his tongue and hands. Even through the sheer sexual pleasure of his cunnilingus, the gentle stroking of his hands, how they folded around her body, her own hands, stroking and touching and almost worshipping.
"Chase . . . .oh God, Chase . . . . . .I can't believe you're doing this to me. You've made me so happy!"
Chase stopped kissing, stopped licking, and lifted his head to meet her gaze. His cheeks and chin and lips and nose were wet-wet-wet.
"It is equal to my own contentment," he said quietly, and abruptly moved upwards to kiss her mouth, sharing her own taste with her.
Jaq made a soft sound of delight into Chase's mouth. He tasted wet and hot and delicious, with an overlying female taste that came from the fine sheen of liquid coating his face.
Jaq giggled abruptly.
"I just tried to drown Chase Young in come," she snickered.
"And very nearly succeeded," he teased roughly; "but a death I would welcome only if it came from you. For now, however, I am not in the mood to end my long life. So, we will make it safer for me -- and ultimately satisfying for the both of us."
So saying, he shifted until he could turn her easily onto her stomach. Then, he took hold of her hips and pulled her up until she was supported on her knees.
"Beautiful," he said softly, looking at the white, round curve of her cheeks. Reaching out, he trailed a finger delicately between her own lips. With his finger soaked in her wetness, Chase slid his finger teasingly up between the valley of her backside, and then moved it in a slow, gliding circle that encompassed her entire backside until his finger was once again in the middle of the small of her back.
It slipped back down along the path it had started from, until it arrived at her wet flesh, and began to play there.
Soft, warbling feminine moans filled the room and Jaq found her hips bucking backwards towards Chase without any input from the rest of her.
Since becoming female, Jaq hadn't been real sure how she felt about doggy style; it seemed extremely degrading to the woman, but this was Chase.
Every single thing Chase did to her was incredible. She would love it if Chase did it to her.
Instinctively, Jaq bent her elbows and laid her neck and cheek against the mattress, leaving her rear in the air for Chase. The position was nearly the same as the one she had been in on the mountaintop when she showed off her panties to the dragon lord.
Chase smirked at the submissive pose his lover gave him.
"You are a delight to me," he said, completely serious. "We will talk more. Of course, we will talk more. But, right this moment, I feel that if I don't have you, I will die."
He scooted closer, fitting his knees and hips and thighs to hers, and reached down to guide himself inside.
"I don't want you to die." Jaq breathed. "Please take me. Do what you want with me."
The albino woman sighed in pleasure as she felt Chase's blunt, hard cock pressing against her entrance and pressed backwards minutely with a slight whimper.
Chase slid deep inside his lover and sighed as if he'd come home after a long, tiring journey.
"I don't want to die, either. I want to remain here, with you... inside you. I will never get enough of your sexy body, my pretty ghost."
Jaq gave a long, drawn out moan of pleasure as she was breeched. Her until extremely recently virgin body ached slightly with the intrusion, but the pleasure delivered far outweighed the pain.
"I - I - hah I guess I'd better find a way to stay sexy forever," Jaq said, attempting to joke.
Chase paused for a moment. Then, quietly, he said, "We will find a way."
With that, he began to move on her; his strokes voluptuous, in and out.
"Mmmm, mmmmmm, Chase!" Jaq whimpered, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
The albino teen reacted with innocent abandon to the sexual pleasures her lord bestowed on her. Freshly deflowered, knowing nothing but the pleasure of sex, she cried and thrust and twisted her hips, dying from the pleasure Chase Young was bestowing on her.
"Do - do - do you know what they call - an orgasm in French? Ah - ah - peu de mort - the little death b-because it feels like you're about to die!" Jaq panted. "Ch-Chase! Je connais peu de mort!"
Chase slowed his thrusts so he could speak clearly. Bending, his hot skin against her back, he nuzzled against one white ear and replied, "Oui... savez la petite mort, mon joli fantome! C'est la seule mort que vous saurez jamais!"
Straightening up again, he gripped her hips tightly, and moved deep and fast inside her. He reveled in her heat and wetness, her generosity, her passion. He snarled as he felt his orgasm rising, and then laughed when he felt her body flood with wetness; felt it against his own thighs, and felt the desperate tightening of her vaginal passage.
"Little ghost... JAQ!" he howled to the ceiling as he let go, rutting deep into her, filling her with his come.
Jaq felt her face press hard into the mattress as Chase pounded into her, her body filled with incredible pleasure, pleasure beyond description.
Chase's thrusts suddenly took on a desperate air and Jaq went over the edge herself, aroused beyond words by Chase's pleasures, by his words, by the knowledge that Chase Young was coming inside of her.
"Oh my god, my god, my Chase!" she screamed, coming violently.
Chase was so far out of his mind with pleasure that he never registered twisting to the side while falling, instinctively protecting his lover. It was utterly abnormal for him to be so ivulnerable/i with a partner, but he was wallowing in the unrestrained bliss.
Long, long moments later, when his mental faculties finally realigned themselves, he groaned and managed to open his eyes to look at the figure sprawled limply on the bed beside him.
"Jaq?" he croaked. "Little ghost?"
Jaq was little more than a panting, senseless pile of red hair and white skin.
A little desperate sound escaped her throat, as if words were simply too much effort at this point. Slowly, by dint of major effort, one delicate white skinned hand slithered across the silken sheets to curl around Chase's.
He grinned tiredly and twined his hand and fingers with hers.
"I can't wait to see the monks' faces when we show up together," he muttered.
Too lethargic to move, Chase exerted effort of will and magicked a blanket over them. He fell asleep to the sound of light snoring coming from his new witch.
Jaq sighed in utter delight, floating in the warm fuzzies of half sleep. She could hear the shower running; Chase must already be up and ready to go. The albino witch snuggled under the covers more and sighed again.
"Slut!"
Jaq's eyes snapped open.
The slender girl snapped upright. She knew that voice. It had grated on her nerves 24/7 for the last three years. She had thought she'd heard the last of it after last night.
"W-Wuya?!"
She brushed quickly down the girl's naked spine, ghosting through the mattress and sliding through the material under the albino witch's rump. Then, she snapped a curling tendril of phantasmic energy upwards through the mattress, directly between the loosely spread white thighs.
Jaq shrilled in distress, leaping up off of the mattress. She attempted to make it to the edge of the bed, but didn't quite succeed and had to settle for slithering off the edge of the mattress and pooling in a pile of white skin, red hair and silk sheets.
Giving a cold, chill cackle, Wuya floated free of the bedding and hovered over the distraught young girl.
"Kudos, Jack," she taunted meanly. "It took you becoming a girl to finally grow the balls to kill me!"
Jaq glowered up at the transparent form above her.
"It didn't do the trick, though, did it? And I've wanted to kill you for a long time, Wuya, I just didn't have the power!"
A mean little smirk crossed Jaq's face.
"If you hadn't interrupted Chase and made him stop, I might have been able to hold back from killing you. Like, I would have just turned you into a worm or something."
Wuya snorted. "So, you're saying you'll do anything to get a man's cock inside you, little boy?"
Jaq scowled and stood up, letting the sheet slip off of her body.
"Apparently being dead also makes you stupid or you would have noticed I'm a woman now! And I plan on staying that way! Chase wants to keep me." Jaq leaned forward, placing her hands on her thighs, her upper arms plumping her breasts forward just so.
"Apparently, I'm a much better lover than you ever were."
Wuya felt an icy cold rage such as she hadn't felt since the first time Dashi locked her in the puzzle box. Screaming, she flared supernatural energy and rushed forward in a dive at Jaq.
Jaq leaped back, but it still wasnt far enough to escape the ghost who dived through her chest cavity.
"EEeeeeee! You know I fucking hate that!" the young witch wailed, brushing desperately at her skin.
"Of course I do!" shrieked Wuya, spinning about for another pass at Jaq. "Just as you know how much I hate this ghost form! You killed me, Jaq! You took my life away and left me only with existence! Left me to this form so I can be tortured with seeing you in my place beside Chase!"
"Like you haven't fucking died before!" Jaq wailed, back pedaling hastily. "You were prepared to let me die, so pardon the hell out of me if I'm not real sympathetic for killing you!"
The albino witch scrambled through her discarded clothing for her wand.
"I gotta say, there's two people on the planet who might ever consider making you flesh again and you're seriously pissing off one of them!" Jaq straightened holding the enchanted sliver of metal, in it's current chopstick-like form.
"And in case you didn't notice because you were too busy writhing in pain, Chase chose me, I didn't steal him!"
"Yes... I did."
Both witches gasped at the deep rumble of a dragon's voice. When they turned to face the bathroom door, they saw Chase standing there. His arms were crossed over his bare chest, his black hair was slicked back against his head, and he wore simple black linen trousers on his lower body.
Jaq thought it was weird that she found herself looking at his feet and thinking they were cute.
Chase was doing his level best to not get a stiffy at being so blatantly presented with Jaq's delectable nudity, and instead focused on the ghost.
"I thought I made it clear, Wuya," he said coldly, "that you were not welcome here."
Wuya trembled with a mixture of longing and rage. "But, Chase--!"
"No! I only settled for you because I thought I couldn't have what I truly wanted. That problem has been dealt with." He gave a soft look to Jaq before focusing on Wuya again. "I have what I really want, now."
"Yeeeeee," Jaq said quietly, hugging herself in sheer delight at the dragon lord's words.
"You're totally jealous, ya see through bitch." The albino growled.
The young witch stuck the end of her wand in her mouth and nibbled lightly, her adoring gaze locked on Chase Young. She awaited the dragon lord's next words with rapt attention.
"Yes, she is," Chase said quickly, cutting in before Wuya could say anything. "I gave you far more of my attention and care than I ever gave her. She had my cock, on occasion. My protection. My home, my food. She never had my attention. She never had my interest in her well-being."
Wuya made an enraged sound. "No! After all I did for you--"
"What did you do?" Chase shouted at the purple ghost. "You schemed against me, hoarded Shen-Gong-Wu against my orders, tried to overthrow me several times, ate your weight and then some of my food--" He ignored her wailing cry of insult; "--and lounged about uselessly! And, for your information, Wuya -- you were horrible in the sack!"
Jaq snickered meanly. The young witch pulled some of her hair back and threaded her wand through it; not so much to tame her crimson locks as to get her hands free. This done, she went to Chase, leaning her head against his shoulder and reveling in the scent-feel-sound of Chase Young.
Chase allowed his gaze to fall from Wuya. His enhanced senses would let him know if she was about to attack. He wrapped his arms around Jaq and pulled her close against him. He nuzzled her, enjoying her sleepy sex-smell; her young-woman smell.
Humming contentedly, he nuzzled her again and said, "I will deal with the old snotrag. You go shower, pretty ghost."
Wuya screeched at that nickname, because even then, he was calling her ugly.
"Awww, I can't watch?" Jaq asked with a wicked grin.
Chase lifted a brow. "You're saying you don't want to let me watch you shower?"
"Oh no, I didn't mean that!" Jaq said quickly. "Whatever you want, Chase! Anything at all!"
The albino witch pressed a quick kiss to the warlord's lips, then paced towards the bathroom, being sure to let her hips swing. The sensual gait was ruined by a startled jump by the door. Jaq looked down in surprise, then threw a surprised look at Chase.
"Your come is running down my leg." she announced, then fled into the bathroom.
Chase groaned as he felt an interested twitch from his nether region.
His very sore nether region.
Glaring down at his own cloth-covered groin, he growled, "You fool -- stay down!"
Wuya let out another scream. The tendrils that represented arms and fists lifted and curled in fury. "That could be my leg it's running down! ARGH! I'm going to kill that little bitch!"
She flew quickly towards the bathroom door -- only to bounce off, shocked at not being able to phase through it.
"Wh-What...?" she croaked, and turned to look at Chase fearfully.
He gave her a cold smirk. "You didn't really think I would leave my preferred sexual partner vulnerable to you, did you?"
"Damn you!" howled the witch-ghost. "What did you do?"
She rushed at him, but he smacked her away -- proving that he, too, was impervious to her immateriality.
"I have turned the mountain into a puzzle box of sorts," said Chase with a cold smile. "You wanted to be in here badly enough...? Fine. You will never leave. From now on, my magic controls which rooms you will haunt, when. You will never be allowed to leave the mountain."
He strolled closer to her and smirked again. "I will take every opportunity to reduce Jaq to a clawing, biting frenzy; drive her to screaming my name every chance I get as she milks orgasm after orgasm from me with her beautiful young body. And I will do it where you can't avoid seeing it; I will make love to her where you cannot avoid hearing it."
With that, he snapped his fingers, and Wuya howled as the magic drew here away to another room -- beginning the long, horrible term of imprisonment.
Laughing darkly, Chase went into the bathroom and took a seat on the stool of the vanity table in that room, and watched Jaq bathe.
Jaq smiled when she heard Chase enter the bathroom.
The fresh, young witch scrubbed her long, crimson hair, then turned it under the water to soak. Lamenting that she couldn't see her perfect, beautiful dragon lord through the warped glass of the shower stall, Jaq slid the door open and peered out at the man of her dreams.
"I am sore in places I don't even want to think about." Jaq murmured teasingly. "That bitch Wuya didn't help any; sticking her little tentacles where they don't belong."
Chase arched an eyebrow. "Are you hurt?"
"No," Jaq said, shaking her head lightly. "You just feel cold when Wuya touches you. So, sore, well used muscles with a sudden shock of cold . . .it sure didn't feel nice, but I'm okay."
The albino teen tilted her head back, letting the water sluice over her hair. A few stray droplets trickled down her face, catching her already smudged eyeliner and dragging it down in a dramatic parody of tears stains.
Chase scowled. "She touched you... there?"
He waited for her to nod, and his scowl darkened further.
"Very well -- I'll see to it that she receives worse punishment than what I had planned for her." He let his gaze roam over Jaq. "Neither one of us is capable of sexual joining right now, but... would it be torturous for you if I joined you in the shower and helped you bathe?"
"Never, Chase. If you ever want to touch me, even if it's just to snuggle or cuddle or whatever, never think you even have to ask. Besides," Jaq stuck the very tip of her tongue out and winked impishly. "Just because you can't cut the mustard doesn't mean you have to lose interest in licking the jar."
Chase grinned. "True, but it's difficult to lick anything when one's tongue is sore from previous similar exercise."
Still, he shucked off his trousers and stepped into the shower with her. He cuddled her close against him, enjoying the sleek vitality of her young body and the way her life force seemed to leap for him, towards him, instinctively and gladly.
Jaq went into the embrace gladly, wrapping her arms around her lover and squeezing as tightly as she could; to the point where her recently mauled breasts twinged. Then she released the tight hold and simply held Chase. There are few intimate pleasures quite like the naked hug.
They stood beneath the spray for a few long moments, simply stroking, simply holding. Then, Chase pulled back and looked at Jaq -- really looked, merely looked.
"What?" she asked nervously, and he shook his head.
"Nothing, little ghost. I am only trying to adjust," he said quietly.
"Adjust to what? Adjust . . .to me? Am I . . . .so strange?" Jaq asked, tilting her head to one side.
He shook his head again. He could feel his own hair slicking across his back.
"Not strange in a bad way, little ghost. Strange in a way I am simply not used to. I am used to a dark-skinned, ugly, old witch. Not a pure-white, beautiful, young witch who apparently loves me just for being me. It's a very odd thing to have perfection simply walk right up and hand itself over to me without me having to work for it."
Jaq blushed hotly, pressing her face against his chest.
"You-you can't talk about to being perfect to me!" She said, suddenly fighting back the urge to cry. "You're perfect! You're handsome and sexy and powerful and incredible in bed! And now you're sweet! To me! You're perfect, Chase!"
Chase smirked. "I'm glad you think so. I like to know I am perfect." He reached for the shampoo. "Now that we've established we both think we're perfect for each other... how about I wash your hair for you?" He kissed her gently. "And the... rest... of you?"
Jaq bit her lower lip gently.
"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."
Chase nuzzled his face against hers. "Excellent. I want to personally wash away the touch she left on you."
With that, he had her duck under the water to soak her hair again, and then turn her back so he could begin bathing her.
Jaq let out a small, delighted sound as Chase dipped her back into the spray, then let out an orgasmic moan at the feeling of his large hands rubbing and massaging her scalp.
"You know what the really amazing thing about this is?" Jaq asked, practically melting under Chase's touch.
"What's that, little ghost?" The warlord's voice was honey smooth and hot in her ear.
"There's probably twenty different ways you could kill me from this position," the young woman said. "But you won't. That's so awesome."
Chase smirked. "No, I won't. That doesn't mean--" Abruptly, sharp fangs were latched onto her throat, pressing down with enough pressure to cause a warning pain, but nothing terrible, before letting go. "--that you should grow so complacent too quickly. I am evil, after all."
Jaq let out a small cry of pain , then staggered forward when she was released. Crimson eyes stared at him in shock, then her face crumpled. Tears were on the horizon, or maybe already falling; the water from the shower was running down her face already. Jaq hugged herself tightly, fear writ loud on her face.
She had the power to counter attack, but this didn't appear to occur to her.
When Chase reached for her again, the albino witch simply hunched in on herself and tensed.
"No... shhh," murmured Chase. He drew Jaq against him again, stroking her back soothingly. "If I had wanted to kill you, or even seriously injure you, I could have done it by now. This was merely a warning, little ghost, to not get caught by the 'rapture of the deep' that is a fantasy come true."
"I'd never do anything like that to you," Jaq whimpered. The tears were in her voice even if they couldn't be discerned on her face. "I already knew it was totally amazing that you weren't hurting me; you didn't have to bite me!"
The witch hunched in tighter and shivered, every muscle as tight as a bowstring.
"You always hurt me," she whispered half to herself.
Chase was in a quandary. On one hand, he was not sorry for what he'd done. On the other hand... he was sorry for what he'd done.
It annoyed him to even feel that emotion.
However, he would meditate on the issue later. For now...
"You claim you love me," he growled, and watched Jaq's head snap up to look at him. "You claim you love me. This is me, little ghost. Either you accept that I can be cruel to the people I... like... or you may leave now."
Crimson eyes stared at him for a long moment.
Then Jaq sighed, sagging.
"I do love you, Chase." She said. "I love you with all my heart. I only want to be by your side." One hand came up to clutch over her heart, as if she could grab hold of the emotion nesting there. "I just thought . . . .if I did everything I could to make you happy . . . . Never mind; it's stupid. I'm stupid."
Chase stroked her again. "It isn't stupid," he said softly. "But, I would be doing you a disservice to all you to believe such a thing. You have made me happy, Jaq. You will make me happy again and again. That does not negate the fact that I am a monster in a man's form. Monsters hurt people indiscriminately -- even the people they... care about."
Jaq leaned forward and rested her head against his chest.
"I'm just asking this out of curiosity," She said after a few moments. "Not because I think it applies to our situation or anything. I mean, it would be really arrogant of me to think that." The young witch seemed almost desperate to distance herself from the question. "But . . .is it possible . . .for monsters to . . . . .y'know . . . . . . . .love?"
Chase smiled. He bent his head to touch his lips to hers.
"It is possible," he said, "else fairytales wouldn't exist."
He said nothing more on the subject; merely returned to bathing her.
Jaq beamed like a full moon, a huge smile creasing her face. She respected his silence, feeling the warm feelings return under the touch of Chase's large hands. One hand went to the bite mark on her neck and fingered the wound gently.
"Just for future reference . . . . I know you're really a dragon, Chase. I know you're evil. I know you're a monster. I want to be with you anyway." Those crimson eyes darkened slightly. "I just don't understand why you behave so honorably towards your enemies, but attack your lover from behind when she's singing your praises."
Chase grinned. "Because my lover is closer to me than my enemies. Far, far closer than she knows. I am not ready to let my defenses down completely, little ghost. I will test you until I'm certain I can relax entirely."
He stroked his hands strongly down her back, massaging the muscles without hurting her.
"Recall what I am, Jaq -- I am part dragon. I am a Heylin lord. As beautiful and sexy as you are, even your charms are not enough to undo 1500 years of villainy in the span of a day or two."
"Oh." Jaq said quietly.
Her vitality and life force were still muted, but not by fear or hurt. Now she was simply . . . .sad. Well, it did hurt a bit that Chase simply didn't trust her enough, but . . . . .well, she had thought that their joining had meant something to him. The things he had said while they made love . . . . .while Jaq made love. Apparently Chase had just been fucking.
"I see." She added, just to show she was following the conversation.
"No, you do not," he countered calmly. "I do not expect you to understand right away. All I ask for, Jaq, is that you respect the fact that you are now in a relationship with a 1500-year-old dragon in human form. I ask that you give us both time to get used to this. Remember what I said: I am not accustomed to perfection walking up and delivering itself to me."
"Okay." Jaq said quietly. "So . . . . . . .should I keep loving you with all my heart, or just get used to the fact that you could kill me at any second because you got a wild hair up your ass? Just so I won't be surprised when it happens."
Chase smirked. "If I were to kill you, it would be because you betrayed me. I could tolerate it -- barely -- before, Jaq. Now... if you were to betray me... it would hurt me terribly. Please -- continue to love me. Simply be aware of what and who you love. Don't forget. I'm trying to remind you to keep us both from suffering too much when future mishaps occur, as they surely must."
"I'd never betray you, Chase." Jaq said softly. "You're going to laugh in my face for this, but I've never betrayed you before, either."
His first instinct, naturally, was to scoff. He tamped it down and, as he made her duck under the spray to rinse away shampoo and soap, he thought about it. When she emerged, he helped clear water from her eyes and then asked, "What were you doing, then, little ghost?"
"Trying to survive. Trying to earn your respect. Trying - trying to get you to look at me. They say when kids don't get attention from those they admire, they act out as a way to achieve it. If you even acknowledged me before, you'd - you'd call me 'worm' and 'insect'. I just wanted to be by your side!" Jaq cried, feeling a new wave of tears threatening.
Chase sighed quietly. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lightly, again and again.
"I know," he said. "I... couldn't, Jaq. I couldn't accept you. The frustration was already terrible. If you had remained, it would have eaten me alive."
Jaq smiled around her tears at the reference to her newfound position.
"But it's different now, right?"
Chase smiled. "Very different. That frustration was due solely to your male gender. That obstacle is gone. As we have both proven effectively." He kissed her again.
Nuzzling, he added quietly, "I am very glad you stayed, Jaq. Very glad that you let me have you."
"As if I ever would have said no," Jaq murmured, kissing him back. "I don't know what you were thinking; you could have walked up and said: 'Spicer, I don't know how you got to be female and I don't care. Go to my bedroom; I'll be down in a few minutes to tap that ass like it's never been tapped before.' and I would have been like, 'Okay!'"
Chase lost control.
Clutching her tightly, he pressed his face to her neck and laughed.
Jaq giggled along with him; not really sure what was so funny.
"What?! It's true! I'd never been around you in my female body before! When you said; 'Why don't you turn her into a slug, Jaq?' in that sexy, gravelly voice, I about creamed my panties right there!"
Chase snorted a few more giggles of his own, and then lifted his head to grin wickedly at her. "Are you quite sure you didn't? As I recall, those panties I tore off you were downright--"
He broke off abruptly, the color draining from his face.
Jaq took note of the sudden change in demeanor. "What?"
"Those... panties. Do you recall where I put them, by any chance?"
"Ah . . . ." Jaq tried to remember around the memory of the fog passion. She really didn't even remember losing them in the first place, but something sparked a memory. "You said you put them in your pocket, didn't you? And . . . .oh. Oh shit."
Chase nodded. "Oh, shit -- definitely. A long, leisurely scrub will have to wait. Hurry up and finish while I--"
A pair of very large, very frantic jungle cats burst into the bathroom, bawling at the top of their lungs.
Chase closed his eyes and sighed. "Oh shit, indeed."
Jaq quickly pushed past him out of the shower and snatched up her shrunken wand where it had been lying on the vanity. The slim metal rod lengthened, changed into something resembling a naginata, with a long, sharp blade at the top. Though still naked, the witch felt better having a weapon in her hand.
Chase, in a burst of magic, was dry and fully dressed in his armor. He paused long enough to kiss her, muttered, "Lock yourself in, let no one through except me, and find something to wear that a T-rex would have trouble chewing through!" and then raced out of the bedroom.
Jaq hugged her staff tightly as she watched her lover run out of the room.
She went back into the bedroom suite and pulled the sheet off of the floor and wrapped it around herself, because even that felt more secure than that stupid little corset dress. Remembering Chase's words, she cast a spell of the fabric and changed it into a form-fitting suit of armor, with all the buckles and clasps in the really tricky places.
That done, Jaq started to pace up and down in front of the door, pausing every now and then to press her ear to the door.
Chase would call her if he needed her, right? Would the cats be able to help against demons?
Chase got down to the courtyard of his home just as the stone door was taken out of its mounting and shattered on the floor in a hundred or so pieces. Maintaining cool, calm dignity, he waited at the top of the first flight of stairs, and watched with cold, gold eyes as the demons entered his home uninvited -- a fact that was making more than a few of them strain and grimace as they fought through the protective magical barriers that shrouded Chase's home.
"Why are you here?" he asked the misshapen, dark-skinned lot.
One demon that seemed to be in charge, or at least be the biggest and strongest of the lot, paused and looked over Chase. It probably didn't even see his pleasing human form, but saw straight through to the he-dragon beneath. It must have decided he was powerful enough to extend courtesy to, for it held up a tattered scrap of red silk.
"Pussy." It growled by way of explanation.
Both of Chase's eyebrows went up to his hairline. The first thought in his mind was, oddly enough: You had better not be calling ME that!
Then, his eyes locked onto the red scrap of ruined, come-soaked panties that Jaq had been wearing only a few hours ago, and his brain caught up.
"The lady who owns those will be incredibly offended if she hears you described her as such. She is also a rather vicious and vindictive witch. If you leave now, I won't tell her what you said, and you can keep your heads on your shoulders and not stuffed up your own asses."
At that point, a demon who appeared to be lacking a head turned around, bent over, and spread its own butt cheeks wide so its glowing eyes could be seen.
Whatever it growled was far too muffled for even Chase to make out, but he was certain it wasn't anything polite.
The lead demon appeared to think this over. Or at least, it held still and didn't say anything. 'Thought' was probably too strong a word for whatever was going on between it's ears.
After a few moments of processing Chase's words, the lead demon lifted the tattered remains of Jaq's panties and sniffed at them, then licked the fabric with surprising delicacy.
Suddenly it became all too clear that this particular demon was male.
"Hot. Juicy. Want."
Chase hissed as he manifested a portion of his dragon-form in immediate fury. His hair spiked, his eyes glowed red, his teeth lengthened and sharpened, and his claws elongated.
"Excuse." Growled a quieter voice. A smaller, more human-shaped demon appeared behind the first. It had a voice like a handful of pennies in a blender.
"What my companion means is that after eleven hours of battle of the deepest pits of Hell with the rest of these unnamed horrors, he has won the right to mount the owner of the Red Panties first. For your cooperation, he will allow you to watch."
Chase's voice had changed to match his appearance. In the liquid, multi-layered, amplified voice that he usually used in his dragon-form, he snarled, "All of you have five seconds to get your unnamed asses off my property. The owner of those Red Panties belongs to me!"
"I take." The monster demon growled, unimpressed by Chase's shape shifting.
"He says you and what army, lizard man?"
With a horrid snarl, the monster demon lurched forward, hammer like fists swinging.
Swift as lightning, Chase gutted the monster, hogtied it with its own intestines, and kicked it back through the ruined doorway.
"Next...?" he invited, softly, dangerously, while his jungle cats morphed into their warrior forms behind him.
The demons charged forward, bellowing in lust.
Upstairs, Jaq was pacing back and forth in front of the door.
She could hear the roars of the demons reverberating up from the floor. Oh man . . . How could this have happened?! She knew how it happened, it happened because once again, she was stupid! She had screwed up and Chase was down there cleaning up her mess because . . . . . Well, evidently she was real good in the sack, since that whole 'I'm still a monster and I'll hurt you when I feel like it' thing.
What if this was another one of his tests? She had power now; obviously he expected her to use it! Chase Young wouldn't want a lover who cowered in the bedroom when there was a battle brewing.
Jaq Spicer unsealed the door and stepped out into the palace.
The din in the courtyard was horrendous.
Demonic howls reverberated amidst swords and spears clashing off of scales, claws spanning off of shields and armor, and the shouts of human voices as Chase's warriors fought to repel the invaders.
Chase, himself, was going to toe-to-toe with the supposedly headless demon who was next in line to take Jaq away from him. He wondered why ihe/i was having such a difficult time against this thing, when he'd already gutted the "winner" with ease.
A muffled roar sounded from the demon's nether regions. The demon serving as translator, perched high up on a column, called out to Chase.
"He says you fight like a puny werewolf, lizard man! The Owner of the Red Panties will belong to a demon when this fight is through!"
Chase snarled. His tail burst from his clothing. He tensed the muscles and the leathery spikes, spun, and slitted the demon's gullet wide open. He reached in, took hold of the demon's head, and yanked it out of the creature's rectum.
"She already belongs to a demon!" he snarled into its surprised face. "Me!"
Then, he set the head on fire and threw it hard into some slime-covered thing that was attacking one of his warriors. The slimy demon burst into flames and staggered away, screaming.
The translator demon watched all of this with vindictive glee.
"Lizard man! Would you be interested in compromise? You go first, then we?"
Before Chase could answer, the translator demon looked upwards and sniffed.
The other demons paused in their battles, looking upwards and sniffing the air.
"Red Panties . . . ." the translator demon breathed, awe in his horrible voice.
Chase slapped his palm to his face. "Oh, no, please tell me she isn't here..."
"Maiden's Vengeance Blast!" Came a shrill cry.
Red lightning tore across the assembled demons, burning flesh and melting skin.
Jaq touched down lightly near Chase, dressed in form fitting armor in shades of black and red. Her wand was still in naginata form, but she seemed to be using it to hurl magic rather than slicing.
He gave her a cool look. "At least you had sense enough to come down covered from neck to toe!"
Jaq made a sour face. This was scary enough, but Chase was still going to rag on her about it.
"It's just an illusion; I'm really wearing a sheet," she lied.
"Rrrrd P'nteeeees . . . ." A nearby demon growled, lurching forward with a fleshy noise.
Chase's eyes widened. He threw a black flame ball into the demon's face, knocking it back, and then stared hard at her uniform. Supernatural sight picked out the weavings of the spell and told him what it was.
"Liar!" he said, but he said it with a grin. "Jaq, as hot as it is to see you slinging powerful magic around, you really shouldn't be down here!"
"Trust me, I'd rather not be here!" Jaq retorted, sending streams of ice over the advancing demons. "But you wouldn't be satisfied with a lover who his under your bed when your palace was being overrun. This is my fault! You'd never forgive me if I didn't help fix it!"
"I'll never forgive you if you get taken away from me by those lust-crazed monsters!" he snarled, and punched one so hard it went hurtling through the air and crashed through the wall of mountain, creating a hole to the outside.
"The only lust-crazed monster that gets to have you is me!" Chase shouted, and he flung Jaq out of the way of a spider-like thing that dropped down from the ceiling.
Jaq managed a strained bark of laughter before being hurled away. She hit the ground rolling, barely managing to hang onto her staff.
The spider thing looked pissed at being deprived of it's target.
'That thing wanted me? How the hell do spiders even do it?' The nonsensical thought floated through Jaq's mind, but she was already aiming a blast of red magic at the creature before it could attack Chase.
It was only then she noticed she was sprawled on the floor between two elephantine feet. That was assuming elephants came with purple skin. Jaq looked up into a leering face beyond a grotesque set of genitalia that was already showing interest in her presence.
Jaq gave a shrill scream and stabbed upwards with her blade.
Three warriors leaped to her defense even as the demon she stabbed let loose an annoyed grunt at her attack. Its genitals were covered in such a dense hide that the most she could do was pinch it.
It swatted the three warriors away, and then leaned down and picked up Jaq in one humongous fist, and growled something.
The translator demon blanched. "Oh. Even I cannot repeat what he said. But... the gist of it is... he wants what the Red Panties contained."
Jaq would have given a scream of outrage if she could have spared the breath. As it was, only the toughness of her new armor let her even continue to breathe.
"I'm - I belong to Chase Young! CHASTITY AEGIS!"
A cool white blast lit up the main area of the palace, making it almost impossible to see.
The demons howled as the purity spell lashed out.
Chase screamed, too, as a horrible migraine took up residence in his head.
However, he wasn't nearly as incapacitated as the other monsters. He led the charge of his warriors and, working together, they pushed all of the demons outside.
Except for the translator demon, who'd been clinging to a column up high.
"Eh . . . Red Panties, I ask your dragon if is okay to share you. You let him answer, yes?! Females listen to master. Is place."
"W-What?" Jaq shrieked, outraged. After a moment she gritted her teeth sharply.
"How would you like to find out what a female's place is?"
Red magic reached for the last remaining demon.
Technically, Jaq couldn't alter the demon's sex. She didn't know the formulas to make such a drastic changes in the basic cell structures of the beast permanent.
But she could give him a nice set of tits.
The translator demon gaped at the new set of knockers he'd been gifted with. Then, he snarled at her.
"Human trash! I am demon of third highest level! How dare you?! For that, you become my new whore!"
"Like hell, buddy! I'm Chase's whore! Er . . .that didn't come out right. I meant - aww, fuck it!
Maiden's Vengeance Blast!"
The translator demon went out through the doorway, leaving a bright red contrail of its trajectory.
Jaq smirked, and then heard the sounds of the battle out on the ledge outside of Chase's home.
Quickly, she ran to assist.
Chase sensed his lover's presence arrive moments after the demon with the tongue for human languages went sailing over head and plummeted down the mountain, screaming.
"As long as you're here, make yourself useful!" he ordered her, and tore the wings off of one demon and used them to slap another in the face.
Jaq threw a quick eye over the knot of brawling demons. Chase's warriors were pushing them back. For the first time since the intrusion began, the monsters were all clumped together.
"I'm going to send them back! Tell your warriors to withdraw or they might get sucked in too!"
The young witch held her staff out in front of her.
"O web of spirits that links this world to all!
Hear my name and know my will!
I am Jaq Spicer, newest of the Stygian Witches!
Have no mercy on the fools who stand before me!
Merge with my power, let your strength become mine!
In accordance with the alliance of the ancients, I command thee:
BE GONE!"
Red magic surrounded the knot of demons, crackling off stone and standing the fur and whiskers of the jungle cats on end.
The ground seemed to open up beneath the demons. On second glance it wasn't really the ground, but the world. A sucking black void punched through stone and air alike, as if someone had poked a hole in the fabric of reality.
The demons struggled against the vacuum, but were sucked down two and three at a time.
Chase lashed one hand into the rock wall of his home and held onto two of his lighter-weight warriors with his other hand. The wind created by the suction was fierce, and his warriors' screams mingled with the demons'.
However, when the shaking and the rattling were over, the ground sealed up again and the wind stopped and it was over.
The demons were gone.
And in Chase's sash was the only remaining scrap of the now infamous Red Panties.
Je connais peu de mort! I'm having a 'little death'!
Oui... savez la petite mort, mon joli fantТme! C'est la seule mort que vous saurez jamais! Yes . . . know the little death, my pretty ghost! It's the only death you'll ever know!