That's Jack with a 'Q'

by Red Lioness

Pairing: Chase Young x Jaq Spicer male x female pairingSummary: Jack couldn’t kick ass as a boy. So he tried it from the female side. And then the REAL fun began.

4. Chapter 4

Jaq had been feeling odd all day; bloated and . . . . . not really in pain, just uncomfortable. She had also been really horny, pawing away at Chase like there was no tomorrow. Therefore, she wasn't surprised to feel wetness in her panties.

When she found the streaks of blood on her milk-white thighs, then she was surprised.

"Chase! Oh my God, I'm bleeding!"

The dragon-lord flurried out of the bed he'd been lounging in, waiting for his lover to come to him so they could enjoy a round of intense lovemaking. At her cry, however, he bolted into the bathroom where she'd gone to "freshen up" first, claiming that she'd felt strangely grimy.

He slid to a halt in front of her and stared downwards at the red staining her snow-white thighs.

After several moments in which he wasn't certain he remembered how to breathe, he crouched down and held her hips in his hands. Then, he opened his olfactory senses and sniffed.

Immediately, he let go of her and recoiled; falling on his butt and then scrabbling away. "Faugh!"

Jaq's mouth fell open.

There were times when she thought Chase would spend all night with his face buried between her thighs and now he was lunging away as if he'd been assaulted by the smell. Just because she was bloody . . . bloody between the legs.

The albino witch's brain finally kicked into gear.

"I'm . . . . having a period," she said softly.

She took another look at the look of utter disgust on her lover's face and burst into tears.

Chase's face sagged in disbelief at Jaq's reaction to his violent motion. Then, he realized that she must think he was disgusted by her.

Swiftly, he stood, and then tried to take a step towards her. However, human male and dragon male instincts were warring with his will to keep him from getting too close.

"Little ghost," he murmured. "My lovely ghost-girl... Jaq... No, please do not cry. It isn't you -- or, rather, it's a part of you that you have no control over that my dragon is taking exception to."

"Why are you so grossed out?!" Jaq wailed. "It's just a little blood! You can't tell me you've never been around blood before!"

Still sniffling, Jaq reached for a warm, wet cloth to clean her thighs with; the fabric coming away pink with watered blood.

Chase felt his stomach wibble and forced himself to swallow back his nausea.

"Little ghost... menstrual blood is poison to supernatural creatures such as myself," he said quietly. "Why else do you think people go to such great lengths to make monster-killing potions that have menstrual blood in the mix?"

Jaq's eyes went wide and round.

"It is? They do?!" The albino witch appeared to think things over for a moment, and then sagged against the sink, crying even harder.

"I'm poison to you?! Oh god, Chase!"

He reached out to her, but couldn't force himself to actually touch her. As it was, he would need to engage in a purification bath to cleanse him of touching her. A special potion to gargle with, too, possibly.

"Jaq," he said quietly. "Only... only while you're menstruating. I should have known from how strong the taste of you between your legs has been the past few days, but I didn't think of it. When it's over... I'll ask you to take a bath with a special potion, but for now... I can't make love to you, my dearest girl."

Jaq slowly slid down the sink to crouch next to the fixture, sobbing.

"I'm poison," she choked.

She looked up at her lover and seemed startled to see him reaching for her.

"No! Don't touch me, I'll make you sick!" Jaq straightened suddenly, cracking her head on the sink bowl. She staggered back a few steps, clutching her head, and then fled into the shower stall.

"Don't! If you want to make yourself useful, go get me some tampons or something!" She yelled with sudden anger. Then she started to cry again and quickly turned on the water.

"P-poison . . . . I'm poison."

Chase sighed and walked over to lean against the wall by the shower stall and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Little ghost, it isn't as bad as you're making it out to be. All human females that menstruate are poison to me, and female animals to a lesser degree. Given the population of the world today, do you suppose it's any wonder I choose to keep to myself here in the palace rather than walk amongst a potentially toxic cesspool?"

"C-cesspool?!" Jaq choked out. "Chase, it is as bad as it seems; I could kill you! I can't even touch you for a week! God, I've never felt dirtier."

The witch began to scrub furiously between her legs.

Infused with blood, those parts reminded her that she was still very sensitive and still very horny.

"You can't kill me, my darling; I won't allow it. Jaq... really, I would prefer you to calm down," Chase said quietly.

They were both silent for a moment, even though Jaq still wept quietly, and then Chase said, "I know a spell that will allow me to at least touch you while you bleed. It will dampen the effects. I will not be able to make love to you, but I can hold you in our bed as we sleep. I can rub your back, stroke your hair... caress your skin."

Jaq made a small moaning sound. She wanted that; she wanted desperately for Chase to touch her, to hold her, to love her again.

"What does it take? Can you do it now?" She asked, moving to the door of the shower stall and sliding it back a hair. She was still tingling madly down below.

"Would you mind terribly if I made the shower massager my boyfriend for the week?" Jaq giggled suddenly, attempting to lighten the mood.

Chase smiled slowly. "I confess to being jealous of even the shower nozzle. Yet, I know it is no true substitute for myself. Yes, little ghost -- go ahead and use it. I do not want you to suffer. As to the rest... I must gather a few things for the ritual spell."

With that, he walked silently out of the bathroom. In the bedroom, he pulled on a black silk robe, and left the bedroom.

Jaq finished her shower, playing with the shower nozzle only enough to squeeze out a quick orgasm and crying Chase's name as she did so.

Then she dried herself carefully and breathed a spell to conjure herself some new clothes.

And got a second shock.

Nothing happened. Jaq repeated the spell, trying to force the magic out of her fingers. Again; nothing happened.

"What the hell?"

A familiar form ghosted through the bathroom wall.

"Aww, what's the matter, poor girl? That time of the month?" Wuya sneered.

"I-I can't use magic! How did this happen?!" Jaq asked her crimson eyes wide in shock.

"Didn't you hear me? You can't use magic while you're bleeding. Every witch knows that. Why do you think witches long to be crones? Once they pass menopause, there's no monthly bout of helplessness," the ghost said with a grin, shrugging.

"I can't use magic at all?! That's so unfair! How come?!" The albino squealed.

"Oh, who knows, dearie? There have been plenty of theories; that a witch's power bleeds away to mimic the flow of blood from the body, that the first evil gods arranged it so to even things up for menstrual blood being poison to monsters, even that witches simply lose power instead of getting cramps. It's simply the way things are, Jaq." As she spoke, the dead witch floated around her still living compatriot, trailing transparent limbs along milk white skin.

Jaq shuddered and fled from the bathroom, rushing into the bedroom to retrieve some of her clothes from a chest before heading back into the bathroom.

"Well this is just made of suck," the teen girl snarled, padding her underwear with toilet paper.

"Welcome to womanhood, Jaq. It's not all sexy dresses and rock hard dragon cock," Wuya sneered.

"Fuck and you," Jaq returned, dressing carefully.

Her current outfit had been purchased in her few weeks post-Jaq but pre-Chase; she thought she got it at Hot Topic. There was an off the shoulder top with three quarter sleeves and Hello Kitty's 'goth' persona printed on the front. There was also a red plaid skirt held together with oversized safety pins, black over the knee fishnet stockings, black patent leather knee high boots with three inch platform soles.

At the time, she had thought it was kitschy and cute.

Now she hated it.

However, nothing else in her clothes chest would have done for a trip into 'normal' society, so she put her hair into pigtails, applied her black eyeliner and lipstick and made her way down to the library.

Chase was sitting in a chair before a huge stack of books, flipping through spells.

"Chase, I need to borrow the Golden Condor," she announced softly.

The dragon lord looked up at his consort, allowing his eyes to drift over the adorable outfit she had chosen.

"What for, pretty ghost?"

"I need to go into town and get . . . . um . . . some pads," she announced.

"Can't-can't you simply conjure them?" Chase asked, looking slightly green.

"No. My magic is . . . um . . . gone."

Evil golden eyes went wide.

"Gone?! What happened? Why?!" Chase was on his feet now, striding towards his lover, only to come to an abrupt halt about three feet away when his dragon instincts stopped him.

Jaq looked down at her platformed toes and shifted.

"Wuya says that's what happens when a witch gets her period. It's supposed to balance out the fact that we're poison to monsters or something retarded like that," Jaq mumbled.

"And you want to leave my palace like that?! Helpless?! Powerless?!" The dragon lord demanded. He would have grabbed Jaq by the shoulders and shaken her if he could have stood to touch her.

"I don't want to! I need to!" Jaq cried. "You think I'd want to go out where--," Jaq stopped short. "Hey; maybe I don't have to."

Chase relaxed slightly; Jaq had obviously had an idea and if it didn't involve her going out helpless, he was all for it.

"You can go get them for me!"

Chase Young froze.

"Puh-leeeeeeeeeeease?" Jaq crooned. "If you loved me, you'd do it!"

"Me? Go out to a store to buy menstrual aids filled with menstruating women? I'd . . . Jaq, I cannot. I simply cannot," Chase stated flatly.

"Oh. Oh, yeah . . . no, I don't want you to be poisoned. I'll go, I'll go. But I still need to borrow the Golden Condor," Jaq sighed.

Chase teleported away, returning in a blink with Shen Gong Wu in his arms. The warlord placed the Golden Condor in his lover's arm, and then held up the Eye of Dashi and the Thorn of Thunderbolt.

"Take these as well, xin ai. I detest the idea of you leaving here unprotected," He said.

"Thank you, baby," Jaq murmured in her most adorable tone.

"You are trying to kill me," Chase declared. "Why else would you appear before me in such a cute outfit speaking sweetly enough to rot my teeth? You are trying to tempt me into breaking taboo and mounting you right here."

Jaq giggled.

"No! I wouldn't do that! I'm going before you lose control!" The witch announced, jogging towards the main door of the palace.

Chase growled in frustration and turned back to his spell books.

---

Jaq wondered where to go for her first tampon/maxi pad purchase. Of course, as a Stygian/Heylin witch of some reputation, of course she wouldn't dream of going anywhere but to an evil store.

Wal-Mart was her first choice.

But then, well, she wasn't quite that evil, so she decided on Walgloom's, the evil pharmacy America couldn't trust. Jaq had always had good luck with their products when she had been merely an evil boy genius . . . . of course, back then she'd . . . he'd never even dared to cut through the feminine hygiene aisle.

Now she had to pick one out.

Deciding to err on the side of caution, she got one package each of pads and tampons, then headed up to the front. Red eyes raked casually over the magazines on display: Evil Popular Mechanics, Evil Homes and Gardens, Witch's Companion, Teen Witch, New Witch, Overlord, Hexes and Potions, Cosmopolitan, and—

Jaq's eyes were caught by a title she'd never seen or noticed before: Evil Consort Monthly.

They had a magazine for evil consorts?

Jaq thought most villainesses these days were too independent to be happy with the title 'consort'; they were all like Wuya and wanted to rule the world on their own. Or they were like Katnappe, possessing all the depth and foresight as your average mud puddle.

If Chase referred to Jaq as his consort, well, the albino witch would have been beside herself with joy.

Soooo . . . . . she was a villainess who was interested in being a consort.

Dragging the magazine out of it's display rack, Jaq studied the white haired, probably immortally young woman dressed in an extravagant Japanese kimono on the front, surrounded by taglines such as: 'Managing the Evil Household: Yes, it's your job!' and 'Concubines: Tools to Manage His Sex Drive or Usurpers?' and 'Fending Off Marauding Heroes When He's Away on Evil Business'.

This was the kind of stuff Jaq would like to do for Chase, well, except for the part about the concubines. Jaq Spicer would slaughter any woman who tried to touch her Chase.

"This ain't a library, Snow White," a voice growled.

The albino witch looked up at the hulking man-beast behind the counter.

"Oh, right, sorry!" She tossed down the magazine and her two purchases, then added a King sized triple chocolate, coffee-flavored chocolate truffle filled Craving bar as an afterthought.

The monstrous creature tending the cash register cringed back as he saw the tampons and chocolate combination on the counter.

"That's right," Jaq announced with smug satisfaction.

No other customer received such fast service.

---

"Okay, kids, if my nose is right, the Eye of Dashi should be around here somewhere . . . . I think. Unless my allergies are acting up again," Dojo said, circling over the evil side of town.

"Who could sneak into the vault and steal the Eye of Dashi without alerting anyone in the Temple?" Kimiko wondered.

"Chase Young," Raimundo, Omi, and Clay said in one voice.

"But why in tarnation would he want it?" Clay asked. "He don't need it, that's fer sure; an' Jaq don't need th' Eye a' Dashi t' throw lightning around now."

"Yeah . . . ." Raimundo growled in a strange tone of voice. "Yeah, Jaq does . . . . I mean no, she's got magic of her own now."

"Oh! Oh, I think this is it!" Dojo cried, circling over a large building. "Yeah, definitely! It's definitely here!"

"A mall?! All right!" Kimiko cried.

The dragon quickly descended in a landscaped courtyard and dropped off his charges, shrinking down to his small form and hiding under Clay's hat. The four monks made their way inside, looking around with interest.

"How're we gonna find th' Eye a' Dashi?" Clay asked.

"It's Shen Gong Wu," came a muffled voice from under his hat. "Just look for something unusual.

Raimundo snorted and pointed to the group of goth-punks lurking in a shady corner, dressed in a mish-mash of modern anarchist punk and Victorian goth clothes.

"I've already spotted 'unusual'," he said, "but I don't think this applies!"

The goth-punk group suddenly looked up sharply, showing far more interest than emos were supposed to.

Jaq wandered down the middle of the mall, her nose buried in 'Evil Consort Monthly' and her tongue toying with a double dip cone of Triple Chocolate Honey Caramel Suicide Crunch.

This magazine was awesome!

There were articles on keeping and holding your evil lord's attention, both in the sack and in the home, how to deal with minions, though they didn't specify human or animal, and why you should never, ever trust heroes, even when they said they had fallen in love with you.

The albino witch gave a little bounce of joy when she turned to an article titled: He's an arrogant, smug, evil bastard--and you wouldn't love him if he weren't.

The goth-punks watching her so intently all made a low, mournful sound of joy -- as only emos could do -- when various generous parts of Jaq bounced as well.

They lost their aloof pose as they watched her go, utterly entranced by the sight of her lovely, voluptuous figure stuffed into goth clothing.

They also weren't the only ones watching her.

"Look!" said Omi. "It is Jaq Spicer!"

"Hmph!" sneered Kimiko. "Dressed like a hussy -- as usual!"

"Yeah," agreed Raimundo, with a fair amount of heat.

"I thought mommas taught their li'l girls t' not dress like sluts," grumbled Clay, pulling the brim of his hat down over his eyes.

Dojo squeaked in protest at the sudden cramping of his quarters, but rebounded with, "Who the heck cares what she's wearing? She's carrying the Eye of Dashi!"

Sure enough, the Eyes of Dashi, along with the Thorn of Thunderbolt and the Golden Condor vied for space in the tiny patent leather purse hanging from Jaq's arm.

The albino witch seemed entirely oblivious to the fact that she had an audience, much less and audience of her worst enemies. Jaq's red eyes ate up words from women just like her; who loved their lords and masters and wanted to be owned by their men.

She had thought she was weird for wanting that; modern woman were supposed to want to be independent and aloof, not long for a strong, dominant male presence . . . . at least that's what the media said.

Jaq flipped a page and came across an ad for evil strollers and cribs.

Just below it was an ad for a sister magazine called 'Evil Maternity'.

Evil babies?

Evil Chase babies?

Jaq let out a low sound of want at the very thought of a whole evil family, then sucked furiously on her ice cream, a hot blush working it's way across her cheeks.

One of the goth boys watching her let out a low, pained grunt. His hips bucked instinctively, and then he crumpled in shame as heat and wetness spread through the crotch of his trousers.

No one paid him any mind -- they were too entranced watching Jaq.

"C'mon," said Raimundo, low and raspy; almost hungry-sounding. "We have to follow her."

"Why?" demanded Kimiko icily.

"So we can get the Shen-Gong-Wu? Heard of 'em? That's why we're here, right?" he snapped meanly, annoyed at her constant hen-pecking.

Kimiko blushed furiously, and then stormed off in a huff.

Clay sighed, glancing after the swaying plaid skirt adorning Heylin's newest skull-splitter.

"Come on; she ain't even payin' attention. Let's just grab th' Wu an' run," the cowboy suggested.

As much as he hated to admit it, the Dragon of Earth knew that Jaq had handed the Xiaolin warriors' collective ass to them the last time. It was better to catch her unawares.

Jaq noticed that her chocolate was melting. She was about to hurriedly eat it when she spied a store tucked away in the corner of the strip.

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap proclaimed the sign proudly.

"I'm almost certain that's some kind of copyright infringement," she muttered, but then gasped excitedly when she realized what kind of shop it was.

A sex shop.

Quickly, she tossed the melting cone of ice cream into a nearby trash bin and then practically skipped into the store while licking and sucking the melted ice cream from her fingers.

The monks crashed to a halt as they realized where she'd gone.

The other goth-punks slouched into a mournful pile to commiserate on how they were such losers they'd never be able to get a girl that hot -- not even one of their own kind.

"Quickly! We must follow Jack Spicer-who-is-a-girl and retrieve the Shen Gong Wu!" Omi went to dash after Jaq and was brought to an abrupt halt by Clay grabbing the Dragon of Water's shirt.

"Clay?! What are you doing? Do you not want to see Jaq Spicer cowering amongst the merchandise of this shop as we 'lick her booty'?"

The Dragon of the Earth turned a particularly interesting shade of crimson.

"That's 'kick her butt'," Kimiko snapped.

---

Inside, Jaq was having the time of her life.

"Omigod, there's so many . . . . so big . . . lookit the colors!" The goth witch squealed, looking around at the plethora of sex toys lining the walls. "I should get one to tide me over for the week, 'cause the shower head was nice, but I need to be penetrated with something."

Jaq began to study the wide and varied offering of fake phalluses.

The middle-aged man standing behind the counter was watching her greedily. Quickly, he checked his teeth in a mirror to be sure nothing was sticking to them, then smoothed down his hair and made his way over to her. He'd seen her type before; wild, little young things, looking to be naughty without getting anything dangerous. Usually, they found the idea of sex with a stranger in a sex shop incredibly wild and naughty and, hey, he just happened to have the fur-lined cuffs and a bed in the back room.

"Hey, there, beautiful," he purred. "Looking for something in particular?"

Jaq turned towards the voice, giving the dumpy old guy approaching her a look of wide-eyed innocence that was entirely out of place.

"Do you have like, a do-it-yourself dildo kit or something? Or is that redundant?" She snickered, amused by her own innuendo.

He smirked, and then reached over to a shelf-in-the-wall and pulled out a box, and handed it to her.

"Here," he said. "'Clone-A-Willy'. Find the man whose willy you want to keep with you always and then... Xerox him, so to speak."

"Perfect!" Jaq cried, hugging the box to her chest. "Now I can have Chase even when I can't have Chase! Oh . . ." she sobered as an unpleasant thought occurred to her. "But he can't have me . . . . Do you have anything like this, y'know, for women?"

The vendor's eyes widened, and then he laughed.

"No, honey," he said, hoping his voice sounded low and smooth. "Nothing like that exists right now. A true woman's pleasure-sheath is unique -- just like she is. If you were hoping to copy your beautiful self... well... the real thing is always so much better."

Even as he spoke, he reached out and gently touched her shoulder as he smiled.

Jaq experienced another first as a girl.

The 'creep alarm' went off in her mind.

'ATTENTION!' It cried. 'The male creature before you wants to have sex with you and for some reason believes this to be in the realm of possibility. Distance yourself immediately!'

Jaq took a step backwards, giving him a nervous smile that looked like more like a sickly grimace.

"Oh. Ah, oh well, I guess I'll have to get something else for my boyfriend . . . my martial artist boyfriend with the jealous streak!" She held up the 'Clone-A-Willy' box like a barrier. "What else would keep a guy from not missing his lady?"

"When that lady is as beautiful as you, sweetheart? Trust me -- there's no substitute. Then again, anyone who's idiot enough to let you out of his sight really doesn't deserve you." The vendor smiled and shifted a tiny bit closer. "What do you say to dinner with me? It's almost time to close up shop and I've got a nice little kitchen in back."

"Awww, HELL no!" Jaq squealed, retreating to the lingerie section. "I've got a lover and he's a hell of a lot sexier than you!"

The witch reached up to grab the wand that was normally tucked into her ponytail and came up with thin air.

Oh yeah . . . . no magic.

Shit.

The man scowled. "Hey! Listen, lady! All you had to do was say 'no' -- politely! I'm not a pervert. I can take the word 'no'! It ain't unreasonable for a guy to try for a pretty girl! And y'know what? I don't think I like your attitude! I'm pretty sure I want you to leave!"

Just as Jaq was opening her mouth to agree, the door to the shop wrenched open and the monks came bolting inside.

Just as they showed up... so did Chase.

Jaq's mouth remained open as she took in the new occupants of the shop.

Where the hell did the monks come from? And Chase? Well, Chase had probably been watching her, like the awesome, protective sexy beast he was . . . .

Jaq gave a little sigh at the thought of her black-winged guardian angel.

Clay took one look around the shop, turned as red as his bandana, and locked eyes with the floor tile.

Omi looked around. His eyes grew wide, and then vision was lost as Clay plunked his hat over the little monk's head.

"What -- what the hell?" sputtered the vendor, shocked to his core. He stumbled back away from the people in his shop. "You -- you kids! Get the hell out of here! I'll lose my license if anyone sees underage minors in my shop!"

He pointed at the man with the glowing red eyes. "What the hell are you?! How did you get here?! I did not just see you--!"

"You did see me teleport into your store, filthy swine!" hissed Chase. "Just as I saw you perving on MY WOMAN!"

"Ewwww," whined Kimiko. "You perved on Jaq? She's a creep! And she's ugly, too!"

The vendor snorted. "Said the flat-chested, stick-straight runt."

Even as Kimiko let out a squeal that rivaled an enraged equine's, Omi stumbled forward.

"Enough!" he shouted, his voice muffled by Clay's hat. "Enough chat-chit! We are here for the Shen-Gong-Wu! Please to be handing over the Eye of Dashi, and no one will get hurt!"

"Someone is about to be hurt," growled Chase coldly. "You monks will end up getting injured as well if you get between me and this putrid waste of an orgasm!"

"Boy, you better not be talkin' trash about my mother!" snarled the vendor, stepping forward with his hands curled into fists.

"It's a damn good thing I'm on my period," muttered Kimiko. "With all this testosterone floating around, I'd get pregnant from one deep breath."

"Doubtful," called Jaq. "One, you have to be sexually developed to get pregnant. Two, you can't get pregnant when sucking cock!"

Chase heard the remark about menstruation and barely controlled his flinch. He hadn't had time to enact the spell before arriving. He'd been too worried about his lover -- and he'd seen he had cause to be!

"Damn it! I don't have time to deal with you! Get out!" Chase howled, and lashed his hand through the air towards the monks.

They braced themselves, but no magic erupted from the man's hand.

Raimundo smirked. "What? You expect us to be afraid of a hand?"

That was when every dildo on display leaped off its display unit and flew through the air towards the monks.

Three monks clutched each other and Omi as they screamed shrilly.

"What? What?!" demanded Omi. "I can't see! I can't--mmph!"

Raimundo screamed louder to see a dildo plugging his friend's mouth, keeping Omi from speaking.

All four monks broke and scrambled like mad for the exit as the dildos began flailing in the air, beating themselves against the fleeing teenagers; pounding bruises into young skin and leaving penis-shaped marks behind as they ran from the store, screaming madly.

"Hey! Hey! That's my stock! Bring that back!" the vendor cried, and began to run for the door.

Jaq stared after them, her own mouth hanging open.

"That," she began emphatically. "Was the most wrong thing ever conceived in the history of wrong. That was the Jungian archetype of wrong. That was all thirty-one flavors of wrong. That—"

Jaq broke off sharply as a cardboard box left behind in the carnage fell off the shelf next to her. The albino teen picked it up and looked at it.

A 'love-sheath' masturbatory aid for men—supposedly with two rows of stimulating beads to ensure a grand time was had by all.

Still clutching her 'Clone-A-Willy' box, Jaq held up the love-sheath box with a broad grin.

"Look, ai ren! I got you a present!"

Chase glanced at the box in her hands and turned up his nose.

"Ecchhh," he scoffed. "No. Thank you, xin ài, but no thank you. I will not use cheap, badly-made mortal toys that cannot possibly hope to accommodate my draconic passion. Besides, if I need it that badly, I'll go out and find some willing whore."

Jaq gaped at him in shock, but he wasn't quite finished.

"Although, it would only be a waste of money," continued Chase. "You've quite spoiled me for all other women, Jaq. I can't stomach the thought of being with anyone other than you."

"That's good, 'cause it would save me having to murder every whore in the world just to keep you to myself!" Jaq snapped, striding up to her lover.

"If you ever went to a whore, I'd – I'd—well, she'd be fucking cat food! No concubines!" She yelled, shaking a finger under Chase's nose. "You're my man, Chase Young!"

An eyebrow flicked up. "Oh, you would, would you?"

Chase gave a slow, wicked grin. "I find myself unbearably excited at the thought of you murdering just to keep me all to yourself!"

He started to reach for her, but flinched back at the last moment.

"Damn! I keep forgetting about your menstrual period!" He gave her a mournful look. "If only you were not on your monthly! I would take you -- here and now!"

Jaq smirked and held out the love sheath box again.

"You sure you don't want it?" She giggled. "I found a way to have you when I can't have you, I just wanted you to have the same thing."

Jaq sighed, tucking the Clone-A-Willy box into her purse.

"I'd say we could go for a long walk on the beach together, but you can't even hold my hand right now, can you?" The albino witch heaved a long, mournful sigh. "I wish I could touch you right now."

"I wish I could touch you, too," said Chase quietly. "And I appreciate that you wanted to help me, xin ài, but the truth is... I'd rather be tormented with the real you than pleasured by a copy of you."

"Did you ever get that barrier spell working?" Jaq asked a hopeful look in her red eyes.

Chase shook his head; the thick, black locks of his hair swayed elegantly with the motion. "No. I have all the necessary materials assembled. However, I saw this disgusting pile of phlegm putting the moves on you and could not stay away."

"Then let's go home so you can do it and I can at least hug you again!" Jaq knew she was whining, but didn't care. She started to reach to Chase, but forced herself to hold back.

"Yes," said Chase. "Yes. I will be content enough if I can at least hold you in my arms again. However! I will send you home via teleportation spell. I will not risk you to the monks now that they know you have Shen-Gong-Wu on you."

Jaq nodded obediently, clutching her purchases around her as the space time continuum shifted around her. She reappeared in Chase's palace, in a room that was obviously set up for a magical ritual.

Jaq was standing in the middle of a great circle of runes and symbols.

She shuffled her platformed toes together and tried not to smudge any of the chalk lines.

She blinked and looked around. "Um... lover? What's all this?"

"The ritual for the barrier spell," Chase answered, teleporting home a heartbeat behind her. "So that I may at least touch you! If I cannot touch my xin ài for a week, I fear I shall go insane."

Chase strode to the edge of the circle of runes and symbols.

Jaq hugged her bags to her chest and 'mwee'd quietly to herself.

"Take it away, baby!" she cried.

Chase smiled. "Do you know... if anyone else had called me 'baby', I would have crippled them to the point of helplessness so that they equaled an infant? From you... it is strangely endearing."

His smile widened when she made her ecstatic noise again.

"Now, throw me your purchases, my love, and let me put that spell on you!"

Jaq did as instructed, heaving her bags to Chase, and then shuffling her boots restlessly as she waited for him to get spell casting.

Chase set the bags aside, grimacing as he saw the name of the sanitary napkin package through one of the bags, and then turned to his lover.

"This shouldn't hurt, my beautiful girl," he murmured. "However, if it does..."

Jaq started at the mention of pain, but considered the options. No pain now, but a week solid of not touching and kissing Chase OR some pain now and a week solid of pets and strokes and kisses.

"It's okay," Jaq murmured, tilting her head to one side. "I don't want to hurt, but . . . if it does it will be worth it."

He lifted an eyebrow. "You are certain? As I said, it shouldn't hurt. I do not want to cause you pain, xin ài. You are certain you wish to face the possibility of it?"

"I'm certain I don't want it to hurt. But . . ." Jaq suddenly hugged herself. "A week of not being able to touch you at all? That already hurts!"

It did, too, the thought of being without Chase for that long started up an ache deep in her chest and made her eyes burn.

His smile was slow and sweet.

"My beautiful ghost," he murmured. "Very well, then. Close your eyes and think of your feelings for me. What you want with me."

He lifted his hands, his fingers splayed out. Black light was already crackling around the long, elegant digits.

Trying to ignore the mild panic she felt at having Chase's magic crackling towards her, the albino woman let her eyes drift closed and thought of Chase.

Oh Chase . . . .

He was so magnificent; so strong, so powerful, so evil . . . . but he was sweet to her. He loved her; he had said so! And more than having said so, he showed her.

It suddenly occurred to her that back when she had been Jack, she had overheard Wuya and Bean talking about Chase. Hannibal had suggested Wuya attack him while they slept together, but the old witch shot that down with the admission that Chase never let her sleep in his bed. Chase wouldn't even fuck her in his bed.

Jaq had spent every night cocooned in a nest of silk and down with the ancient warlord.

Sometimes she woke up in the night with Chase draped over her and snoring lightly, which was somehow terribly sweet. She was so lucky.

She was so lucky he loved her.

A lump seized Jaq's throat and an unexpected tear slid down her cheek.

He might have been worried at the sight of that tear.

If it hadn't been for the expression of absolute adoration on her face.

Hers was the look of someone who loved -- deeply, and truly, loved.

She loved his very existence; enjoyed his life even if hers had never been entwined with his.

Chase let out a shuddering breath at his own joy in finding this woman -- this beautiful, glorious girl who had clearly been made for him -- and sent his magic outwards as he began chanting the words of the spell in fluent, faultless, Ancient Chinese.

Jaq felt the warmth surround her, felt a light prickling and cracking along her skin, like the shocks of static electricity, but it didn't matter because her mind was on Chase.

His skin was always so hot; like a fire burned under his skin. The feel of it as it brushed against hers was electric. Even when it wasn't in a sexual tone, as they moved in the same bed during a restless night. Nights like those, Chase would roll and toss in his sleep, throwing his arm over her body and murmuring nonsense. Wuya cruised through the bedroom often then, hovering over the sleeping couple and fighting back curses. The old hag didn't dare wake the sleeping warrior.

The last time he had had such a night . . . .

Jaq quivered a little with the memory.

Chase had somehow bunched up the pillow under his neck and started snoring in earnest. Jaq had waited for him to shift again for a while, but when he was still sawing logs after an hour, the sleep-deprived witch had taken action.

"Chase, you're snoring," she had said in a conversational tone.

Without waking, the ancient warrior had turned onto his side.

Jaq had never felt more powerful.

Why did such stupid little things fill her heart with such love she thought it would burst?

An errant shock made her flinch, but she was completely enraptured with thoughts of Chase and herself wrapped up in their love nest together.

'Cause really, it was so stupid that the little things that showed that he was still human, still just a man were what made her heart squish the most. She should be enthralled with the perfect warrior he was, and she was enthralled by it, but if another warlord showed up; more powerful, more skilled, more evil, Jaq would have considered him a complete and total loser because he would simply be not Chase.

She loved him so, so much.

The air around her cooled abruptly. Jaq opened her eyes just in time to see the light fade from the lines chalked on the floor.

"Was that it?" She asked the object of her affections.

In answer, Chase strode forward, caught hold of her, and crushed her against him in a tight, tight hug.

Jaq let out a sound that was half sob, half moan and clutched at Chase in return.

"I love you," she managed to gasp.

"Beloved," he murmured, and nuzzled his face against hers. "Beloved. Jaq. My Jaq."

Loved her as if he'd never stopped.

"My love," he said softly.

"I couldn't stop thinking . . . . you let me sleep with you. You always let me sleep in your bed," Jaq whispered, feeling her eyes tear up again. "Always. From the first night."

"Always," he said gently, pressing his lips to her hair, "because that is where I always wanted you to be."

Jaq let out a wondering cry, feeling the tears pour down her cheeks.

She clutched at her warlord, sobbing unashamedly at the depth of the feelings she had for him.

Her warlord. Her lover, her idol, her Heylin lord and evil master. He was hers and no one else's.

"Are- are you my Chase?" she asked, just wanting to hear it once from his lips.

"I am yours," he purred, stroking his hands down her back, over her brilliant red hair. "I have waited so long for you, Jaq. Years and years... I wanted a lover to stand with me, be my partner. You are here. You are finally here."

"I'm here," Jaq returned, letting the tears stream down her face. "I'm not going anywhere."

He hugged her tightly against him again and pressed a kiss to her brow.

"Excellent. Now... make use of the things you purchased, my beautiful ghost girl, and then come to bed. I want to hold you against me for hours and hours."

"Yes!" Jaq agreed eagerly.

---

In the end, Jaq went with the tampons.

She tried a pad, but couldn't stand the feeling of wearing a diaper, not snuggled up in bed with her Chase.

After a few false starts, she managed to get one in comfortably, and then wrapped up her girl parts in sexy black silk panties complete with ruffles of black lace over the hips.

Jaq fled the bathroom as if she feared it wanted to trap her and dove into bed, burrowing under the covers to seek out hot, sexy, satiny dragon-skin.

Chase pulled her against him, purring draconically at the feel of her soft skin against him. He stroked his hand down, exploring, and groaned as he traced the pattern of her panties.

"Must you torment me so, little ghost?" he murmured, and nibbled lightly along the column of her neck.

"I don't want you to be hurt," Jaq sighed, snaking her arms around his neck. "Call me crazy, but when my bodily fluids are poison to my reason for living, I kind of want to put a barrier between him and them."

"It won't help much if you entice said reason for living beyond the point of control," Chase teased her, stroking his fingers along the edges of the leg holes that curved against her delectable rump.

"Mmmmmm, said reason for living will just have to be satisfied with blowjobs for a while," Jap purred, pressing her breasts forward against his chest.

Chase's entire body stiffened and he inhaled a shivering sigh as he clutched her tighter.

"I... I will. Always. Your gorgeous, hot, wet mouth..." He almost drooled, thinking of the heat and the wet wrapped around him. "But for now... Beloved, I simply want to hold you. I need to feel you against me, in our bed, where I know you are safe and warm."

Jaq moaned, more turned on by the thought of such emotional intimacy than by the thought of fellating her lover.

"I want that, too!" She whimpered. "I want to touch you and be next to you . . . . . . to feel you sleep on me and hear you snore in my ear. . . . I love you, baby."

Chase smiled; stroked his fingertips delicately over her back in a long, slow-slow motion.

"Good. Very good," he purred. "My little ghost girl..."

He arched his back slightly, inviting her to touch him all she wanted. It amused him, sometimes, to realize how very shy she was; how uncertain of her rights in their relationship. She could touch him whenever she wished to. In fact, he craved her touching him; the sign of her acceptance and comfort of being the lover of a dragon-lord.

For a moment Jaq's eyes widened, seeking confirmation in Chase's gold gaze. Could she really touch him? Was it really all right?

Whoever Jaq was now, she had her roots in being Jack, and Jack didn't have any luck with love. It was purported his parents had loved him, but they had their own lives and cared little for their only son. Any affection given was strained and quickly curtailed should Jack act out, misbehave, or simply react in an unexpected way.

To Jaq's mind, she could love as deeply and as sincerely as she wished; everyone else's feelings were transitory and hinged entirely on her behaving by an unwritten set of rules she hadn't been privy to.

The albino witch woke up in a cold sweat some nights for fear of Doing the Wrong Thing and causing Chase to not love her anymore.

Chase gave her a slight nod.

Smiling, Jaq ran her lands lightly across the dragon lord's sculpted chest, admiring the soft skin and hard muscle on display.

---

Chase wasn't snoring now.

Now he had his mouth mashed against Jaq's chest and was murmuring nonsense in his sleep.

Jaq thought her heart would swell up and burst with the sheer joy of it.

She held the dragon lord's head to her chest and stroked his hair soothingly.

Wuya cruised out of the wall, saw them snuggled up together and turned a tight circle in agitation.

"What's your problem?" Jaq whispered.

"Why are you still in his bed?!" Wuya hissed. "You're poison to him right now! You should at least be banished from his bedchamber until you've stopped bleeding!"

"Chase wants me here," Jaq returned lightly.

"Monsters and witches are supposed to be on the outs while a witch bleeds! You're doing it all wrong! Of course you would screw this up, Jaq!"

Much to Wuya's surprise, Jaq chuckled softly.

"Did you ever think youwere screwing it up? I don't think monsters and witches are supposed to hate each other while a witch is on her period. I think it worked out that when a witch lost her magic, she'd have a big, sexy beast to protect her. The poisonous blood just added to the monster's frustration and helped him fight off any good warriors who wanted to take advantage of a witch's helplessness. No, Wuya, I think I'm doing it right."

The ghost witch bit back a shriek of rage, cutting tight circles over Jaq's head and snarling to herself until Chase shifted and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like: 'You can't cut flesh with scissors.'

Jaq gently kissed the top of his head and stroked his hair soothingly.

Wuya froze momentarily. The Heylin witch had learned very early on in her incarceration that Chase did not like to be woken up, especially not by Wuya and especially not when she was just growling at Jaq.

The stupid little albino witch was smirking at her, secure in the knowledge that Wuya didn't dare do anything to disturb her lord and lover.

"Good night, Wuya," Jaq whispered sweetly.

The dead witch responded with an ancient curse that made her living counterpart giggle.

The old snotrag dealt with, Jaq snuggled down against her pillows and, still holding Chase to her chest, drifted off to sleep.

---

Chase strode through the hallways of his keep, following the tangy, sweet, cloying scent of his lover. His meditations had revealed another Shen-Gong-Wu he didn't wish the monks to have. Normally, Chase Young would have wasted no time retrieving it, but with Jaq in her current state the dragon lord was loathe to leave his lover alone, even just for a little while.

"Greetings, Master Young," came an electronic voice.

Chase paused and considered the JackBot in the hallway.

A squadron of the things had appeared at his door this morning at Jaq's command. It had taken some convincing to persuade the machines that Jaq was indeed Jack Spicer made female, but Jaq had managed.

Chase had managed to get them to stop calling her 'Master Jack' with one very descriptive sentence outlining his plans for the next automaton to refer to his love as such, and what he would do with the pieces afterwards.

Now the JackBots called their creator 'Mistress Jaq', but Chase, as master of the land, was now called 'Master Young'.

It was a title he could live with.

"Where is my love?" Chase inquired of the robot.

"Mistress Jaq is in the lab we assembled this morning, Master Young. She is creating more personality chips. She believes she can meld science and magic once she is done with her menses."

Chase blanched at the mention of Jaq's period of uncleanliness, but swept past the robot and into the makeshift lab Jaq had set up earlier in the day.

The sight of black jeans, a red, ragged sleeveless T-shirt, and bright yellow goggles made him pause again.

His mind rebelled at the memories such attire dredged up, but Chase forced himself to look again and notice the goggles were pushing back long lengths of blood red hair, the black jeans, while a loose fit on Jack, barely contained Jaq's curvy hips and delectable rear and the sleeveless T-shirt, altered by a boy, gaped open at the armholes to reveal the black lace brassiere that barely accommodated Jaq's ample breasts.

Such a wide opening simply begged for the insertion of two large hands.

With a self-satisfied smirk, Chase crossed the room on little cat feet and honored the shirt's request.

Jaq started at the unexpected touch, but quickly relaxed when she realized Chase's large hands were the ones sliding under her shirt and cupping her breasts through the lacy black bra she wore.

The tech wizard put down her tools and leaned back against her dragon lord, reaching up with one hand to stroke his cheek.

"Did you want something, Chase?" She asked with a grin.

"What I truly desire I cannot have," Chase reported wistfully, fondling all the while. "I wish my lover to stand beside me while we play with the monks again, but I cannot risk her in such a situation."

Jaq purred with happiness.

"Are you going to fight the monks again?" She asked.

"Mmmm, yes," Chase murmured, delving into the cups of Jaq's bra. "A powerful Shen-Gong-Wu is going to reveal itself; the Staff of Dragon's Fire. I don't wish for the monks to have access to it. But I don't wish to leave you alone for so long. I must, though. Will you be all right? Can I bring you anything?"

"Chocolate!" Jaq said instantly. "I always thought the chocolate cravings were exaggerations, but oh my god!"

Chase chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lover's forehead.

"Your body is craving magnesium now, little ghost," he informed her. "Chocolate is the most common thing in your diet that contains it in large quantities."

"Bring me some?" Jaq pleaded.

"Anything, my beautiful little ghost girl."

Chase pressed a warm, soft, but close-mouthed kiss to Jaq's plush lips, and began to reluctantly remove his hands from her shirt... only to slide them back in and grip her full breasts once more.

"I love how they feel," he murmured, nuzzling the back of her neck even as his hands squeezed gently; stroked, fondled, and tugged on her nipples through the sheer black fabric. "Even when they are confined like this, I love the weight and warmth of them. How I wish I was sucking on them while rutting between your soft white thighs."

Jaq moaned breathlessly, pushing back against her lover's mouth. She couldn't give Chase what he truly wanted, but if he wished for a hand job or an oral, she was ready and willing.

Jaq would never turn Chase away from her bed.

"I wish you were doing that, too," she panted. The intimacy of last night gave her the courage to do more than simply react to Chase's touch.

"I wish you were inside of me right now, Chase," she purred, doing her best sexy voice. "On top of me and inside of me and thrusting like a jackhammer."

He growled and shuddered hard, gripping her tighter for a moment.

Then, abruptly, he was pressing her forward and down atop her own worktable. Reaching back, he swiftly undid the ties of his armor skirting and tore it out of his way so that his hardened cock, still encased in his trousers, wasn't quite so muffled.

Chase pressed forward hard against Jaq's denim-clad rump and moaned, his eyes closing. His hips jerked as memory gave him the feel of her if he'd truly been buried inside her heated wetness. He moaned again and rubbed hard against her.

"Oh, Jaq..." he breathed, his hips beginning to stroke rhythmically. "My little ghost, my beautiful girl... Gods, how I wish I was inside you..."

Jaq squeaked in surprise when Chase shoved her down and almost cried out in protest when he lost his armor skirting, but when he simply began to rub against her she quieted.

Poor Chase; he was so desperate for her that he was stooping to frottage.

"Chase . . . . you will be soon; baby; just a few days and then I'll fuck you until you can't see straight. I won't let you rest until I'm dripping with come. Chaaaaase . . ."

He gave a shuddery, shaky breath and rubbed harder, faster against her.

"Yessssssssssssss," he said, his lust so deep and desperate that he growled as he spoke. "Yes... yes! I'll hold you down and fuck you hard, my love; fuck you and fuck you until I come. I will not stop for your pleasure! I will take my own! I will come inside you, and fuck you again, and come, and fuck you, and by then maybe I will have recovered from the denial of you enough to concentrate on bringing you to orgasm!"

He rocked and thrust against her, his hands gripping her hips hard as he strained to get as much friction as possible.

"Want to be in you," he snarled, humping roughly. "Want to be in, warm and wet, and coming inside you--!"

Jaq whimpered lightly as Chase's fingers pinched her hips, but the lustful humping of the dragon lord was doing its work: the albino witch was becoming aroused.

"Oh God yeah, Chase! My lord, my lover! You'll be in me, baby! I won't let you out! I'll keep you inside after you come and I'll wait until you get hard again and then I'll ride you like a cowgirl!"

Jaq started to push back as Chase pushed forward, mimicking the movements she made during sex. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing labored as she ground and thrust back against her lover.

Chase gripped tighter, rubbed harder -- and broke on a muffled sob, a strangled whimper that sounded like her name as he came in his trousers, rubbing frantically against her while kissing and mouthing at the back of her neck.

Jaq squealed and whimpered as she felt his body shudder all over and knew Chase had come. She hadn't been quite so lucky, but she was still flushed and hot and horny.

Chase rested against her back, panting, damp, flushed with exertion and pleasure. He rested in the haze of well-earned bliss, nearly drowsing. A few minutes passed, and then he began to kiss the back of her neck again, smiling.

"Now, my lovely ghost girl, let me take care of--"

He broke off with a shocked gasp as the magical beacon of an activating Shen-Gong-Wu slammed into his mind. He'd learned the spell to heighten his awareness of them after he'd disposed of Wuya and could not rely on her reactions anymore. Now, the new 'Wu had gone active, fully active, and he had only seconds to get to it before the Dragons did.

He explained all this in a rush as he jerked away from his young lover. A hasty cleaning spell, followed by the re-donning of his armor, and then he was gone in a whirl of black magic.

Jaq stared at the spot where he had stood only seconds before and made a pouty little whimpering noise in the back of her throat. Of course, thanks to her little purchase yesterday, she could pleasure herself on Chase's cock even when the warlord was elsewhere.

The albino lady looked over at the schematics spread across her workbench, the carefully placed plans shifted and scattered in Chase's lust.

Hmm, well, after she cleaned up. And maybe figured out that problem with attaching the spell to the artificial intelligence. . . .

The albino witch settled back at her work desk.

---

"So, what is it we're looking for again?"

A rough sigh, and then Dojo's voice said, "The Staff of Dragon's Fire. It looks like a quarter staff except it's gold and has rubies on the slightly flared head. That's the conduit that the lightning blasts come from."

A chortle. "So, we're lookin' for a boomstick hah?"

Groans from Kimiko and Raimundo.

"Ah, shaddup, Clay! But... man, more lightning stuff? Those old dudes weren't the most imaginative bunch, were they?" groused Raimundo.

"For real," sneered Kimiko. "Why not just call it what it is? The Staff of Making Things Go Kablooey?"

"So sorry," said Dojo dryly. "We didn't have a word for 'kablooey' fifteen hundred years ago."

"Was everything fifteen hundred years ago? Or is that just the easiest--?"

It was at that moment that Chase chose to show the young monks precisely why the Staff of Dragon's Fire was named the way it was.

When the smoke cleared, he was unpleasantly surprised to find the three male monks huddling behind Kimiko's fire shield. Before the dragon lord could do much more than scowl, a stone fist erupted from beneath his feet. Chase managed to leap back in time to avoid a direct strike, but the Staff of Dragon Fire was knocked from his grasp.

Chase flipped neatly backwards, his body stretching and twisting gracefully before alighting effortlessly on his feet. He ignored the monks in order to relocate the Staff and growled upon sighting it up on a ledge. Immedatiately, he was in motion, leaping for the Staff of Dragon's Fire.

The Dragon of Wind was also in motion, using his elemental power to shoot through the air towards the Staff. He reached just as Chase did and grabbed one end as the dragon lord grabbed the other.

Chase narrowed his eyes at the Brazilian youth across from him. "Pedrosa. Willing to risk your neck against me?"

The Dragon of the Wind grinned.

"No little kept slut today, Young? Fine, guess I'll have to wait until I get home to look at porn. I challenge you to a Xiaolin Showdown! A race across the mountain tops; first one to touch ten peaks wins!"

Chase smiled coldly at the younger man. "Agreed. However, there's one thing I must do, first."

"Oh yeah?" Rai growled.

The other monks reached the mountaintop and approached the pair.

"What's that?"

The smile disappeared quickly.

"This."

He reached forward and slapped Raimundo's face sharply.

Even as the others gasped and green eyes stared at him in wide, disbelieving shock, Chase growled, "Never say such things about my woman again, Pedrosa, or I'll dangle you from my mountain ledge by your entrails!"

Rai narrowed his eyes.

"Oh yeah? Jack was a whore when he was a boy and I'll bet real to ravioli she's an even bigger whore as a woman. How long did it take to talk her into fucking you? Five seconds? I'll bet she only gets of off her back to get on her knees. You'll see. Xiaolin Showdown!"

Chase loosed a shattering roar and threw a punch at Raimundo. The only reason the Brazilian youth lived was because the terrain shifted swiftly enough so that Chase's knuckles grazed Rai's jaw. Even that small tap was enough to send him reeling backwards, dizzy from the strike and struggling to keep his feet.

The terrain had shifted to form rock bridges from one peak to the next in zigzagging patterns. Target-zones, clearly outlined, were situated atop each peak. It was obvious that as the racers achieved the peaks, they were to touch the targets to signify their presence.

The two contestants took their places at the starting line, glaring hatefully at each other.

"GONG YI TAMPAI!" they both roared, trying to out-shout the other.

Dojo held up a cork pistol and fired, the cork soon dangling down by its attached string.

At the pistol start, both men took off running.

Raimundo didn't run for long; He quickly made use of his mastery over the wind to slingshot himself through the air, leaping down onto the first target in a few seconds. Once his presence was registered, he took off again, heading directly towards the next target.

Chase smirked, tapped the target Raimundo had slapped, and kept at his steady pace.

Raimundo reached the second, looked back, and grinned wickedly to see Chase behind him. He launched himself at the third, the fourth, the fifth... and glanced back again to see Chase just reaching the fourth peak.

He decided to get back at the crazy bastard for slugging him and he slowed his pace, taking his time -- taunting Chase with the knowledge that he didn't even need to go at full power to beat the old fart.

He was just reaching for the sixth target when Chase's hand slammed down on it.

A moment later, Chase's fist slammed into Raimundo's face.

Laughing, Chase bolted forward to complete the course with supernatural speed.

Once Chase completed the race, the immediate area returned to it's natural state while the Staff of Dragon's Fire glowed in the dragon lord's grip.

By the time all of that was done, Raimundo had managed to uncurl slightly from the fetal position to glance up at the victor through pain-slitted eyes.

"Foul-mouthed idiot," hissed Chase. "You are unworthy of the title of Xiaolin Warrior!"

He lifted the Staff -- his intent to plunge it through Raimundo's body unmistakable.

Slabs of stone lifted and curled protectively around the fallen warrior.

"Hold it right there, Young!" Clay cried. "Rai might have a mouth on him like an outhouse basement, but we ain't gonna let you kill him for it!"

"What he said!" Omi agreed, spinning the Shimo Staff before him.

"Yeah! But, y'know, if you promise to just give him a good beating we might look the other way," Kimiko growled.

Chase bared his fangs at the three sort of do-gooders. "More than a little annoyed at watching your boyfriend lust after my woman?"

He grinned maliciously at the scowl of anger and hatred that mottled her face.

"Be that as it may, he shall never get his hands on my Jaq," promised the dragon-lord. "If he should try -- should he put so much as a fingertip against her skin -- I will leave him so horribly mangled he will resent me for the rest of his life for letting him live."

Chase fixed them all with one final, ice-cold glare, and then vanished.

He had chocolate to acquire.

---

"Mistress Jaq, I have drawn the hot bath you asked for, the Chameleonbot went shopping in your form and has acquired more clothing for you and the fake phallus modeled after Master Chase's genitalia is ready and waiting in the bathroom. Will there be anything else you require?" the Yes-bot reported, hovering next to Jaq.

"Mmmmmm, no, I'm fine," the albino genius sighed, pulling the ponytail holder out of her hair and letting her crimson locks cascade down her shoulders and back.

"Chase should be home soon. After that extremely graphic snuggling session in the lab, I'll bet he'll be up for some heavy petting when he gets home; what better way to welcome him than to be wet, naked, and masturbating furiously with a copy of his cock?"

"You're every villain's dream, Mistress Jaq!" the Yes-bot announced.

"I know," Jaq said, pulling her T-shirt up over her head and letting it fall to the ground.

She continued to trail clothing down the hallway and into the bathroom, ending up quite naked as she stood before the tub. After a brief, extremely un-ladylike pose to remove her feminine protection, the white skinned witch lowered herself into the steaming water and sighed.

"Turn on the jets and get lost, Yes-bot," she instructed. "When Chase comes home, be sure to send him straight here."

"You got it, evil mistress!" The robot agreed cheerfully, dialing up the whirlpool jets and quickly quitting the room.

Jaq lay in the water and enjoyed the churning motion for a while, then turned on her side and hooked one knee up on the side of the basin, then moved down until she found a water jet. The albino witch moaned softly.

---

Raimundo sailed through the evening skies on sleek air currents, cloaked in the Shroud of Shadows that he'd enlarged using the Changing Chopsticks with the Reversing Mirror so the SoS would cover all of him.

The others were content to mope around the Temple, grumbling about how unfair it was that Chase had managed to win after all.

He wasn't so interested in just rolling over and accepting that Evil could do whatever it wanted. Hey... if the Heylin could sneak in and steal Shen-Gong-Wu from them, then they could easily do it in return. All was fair in love and war, and the Xiaolin and Heylin were definitely at war. The idea of turning the other cheek...? So fifty years ago.

So, while his holier-than-thou companions kept to their pseudo-saintly lifestyle in the Temple, he snuck out for a raiding mission. He knew he'd be getting an earful when he got back, but neither would they tell him to return them.

Raimundo snorted contemptuously. Bunch of pompous-ass windbags, the lot of them. Willing to let someone else be the Left Hand while the Right Hands enjoyed the fruits of the shady labor.

Ah. There was the Mountain of Doom, on approach. According to Kimiko's search program and Google Earth on her laptop, Chase was located somewhere in New York City. If he moved quickly and quietly, he could get around the jungle cats and snatch some of the dragon-lord's 'Wu collection. At the very least, he needed to get the Silver Manta Ray and the Golden Condor. There was no way he was going to be the guy to fly them all around using wind currents in the event of Dojo being incapacitated!

Knowing better than to try the front door between the "jaws" of the mountain facade, Raimundo went in from the top, using one of the eyeholes. Landing gently, he kept himself cloaked and snuck out of the observation room, out into the castle proper.

Finding a shadowy niche, Raimundo hunkered down, closed his eyes, and concentrated on his "tiger instincts." He didn't have a handy-dandy Shen-Gong-Wu locator and the Heylin Lord's palace was too big to simply check every nook and cranny. If he used his tiger instincts, he'd have a better chance of finding some of the 'Wu.

He breathed out, then in, and then slowly out.

And felt the urge to go higher up and further in.

Stealthily, he made his way up the stairs to a hallway and began slinking down the corridor.

---

"Mistress Jaq, would you like some champagne?" Yes-Bot inquired.

Jaq, her eyes hooded and sleepy from the marathon masturbation session she was resting from, peered up at the robot curiously.

"Champagne? Why would I like some champagne?" she asked.

"You're a beautiful, exotic lady taking a bubble bath in a tub big enough to swim in and surrounded by burning candles. A glass of champagne in your hand would complete the picture," the automaton offered.

"Oh. Well, okay, sure. I guess I'll try it," Jaq conceded.

A hatch opened up on the robot's chest and an elegant glass of bubbling amber was extended. Jaq took the stem of the glass in fingers still slick with bubbles and sipped delicately.

A moment later she spat out the mouthful into the bathwater.

"EEEEWWWwwww! That's disgusting! Why do people drink this crap?! Yuck!" Jaq wailed. She thrust the glass back at the Yes-Bot. "Take this back! Go down to the kitchen and get some sparkling cider and replace it with that! Now! Go!"

The robot didn't even pause to close the door behind him.

---

He was getting closer to the source of the Shen-Gong-Wu that was drawing him. He didn't know which one -- or maybe it was all of them -- but whatever was pulling him was strong. His heart was beating hard and fast, and he was almost shivering with excitement. To his surprise, he had half a stock rising in his pants.

Just as he was nearing a large, ornate door, he heard the click of the latch. His eyes widened briefly and then he floated up on the most subtle of wind currents that powered him up so he could cling to the ceiling. If -- or when -- he was discovered, he'd at least have the high ground.

To his surprise, a Jackbot moved through the door. Blond hair, a metal-crafted tuxedo, an overly perky smiling face... ahah. This was the Yes-Bot. It was carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne and a mostly full glass of the stuff. It scooted down the hallway without bothering to close the door behind it, whistling merrily.

Raimundo narrowed his eyes. Chase was still out and about, but the presence of the Yes-Bot meant Jack was in residence.

He'd have to be fast and careful to avoid getting the crap kicked out of him by the powerful new witch.

Floating down on self-made air currents, he gingerly went inside.

This is Chase's room... suite Raimundo thought, looking around. It was clearly a set of rooms, but the bedroom was clearly the dominant part of the suite, given that it was the room he was standing in just by going through the door. The bed dominated the room and was impressively designed. Big enough for ten people, and carved with dragons and arcane symbols, and hung with luxurious curtains that were currently tied back.

However, that sensation of must have was still tugging him, and he turned his attention to the partially open door nearby and crept closer.

Jaq sighed softly as she gently rearranged her surroundings. She had left the warmth of the bathtub to rinse her mouth out in the sink, and then replaced a few candles that had guttered down to nearly nothing. For a moment, she stood in the middle of the bath, wet and naked and practically glowing in the soft candlelight.

She wondered when Chase was coming back.

Raimundo crept to the door and peered around the edge, only to stifle a quick gasp even as his cock went rock hard in his pants.

Jaq's skin threw off a soft sheen of luminescence. Her long legs led up into curvy, perfect hips. A narrow waist that flared up into a solid torso upon which rose the glorious crown jewels of her breasts. The nipples were high and tight and Raimundo felt his mouth watering as he looked at them. He wanted nothing more than to suck them even as he rutted fiercely between those long legs of hers.

He shuddered as he imagined how hot and slick she would be as he stroked in and out...

A noise alerted him just in time and he dodged to the side as the Yes-Bot came back through, pushing the bathroom door open wider. Quickly, Raimundo slipped in, and hurried to a far corner where he would have a better view of her lying in the bathtub. He so desperately wanted to see those breasts of hers in the water.

So anxious was he to spy on Jaq that he never noticed the pull of his tiger instincts fading now that he was where he'd been led to.

"Thank you, Yes-Bot," Jaq sighed, sinking back into the water. She took the glass of sparkling cider and sipped genteelly at it. "Turn on the hot water again and then help me find 'Little Chase' . . . he's floating under the bubbles somewhere."

"Who's 'Little Chase', Mistress?" Yes-Bot asked, turning on the faucet for hot water.

"You know; the dildo Chase made for me," the albino witch stated casually, casting around under the layer of fragrant bubbles that coated the water.

Raimundo's eyes widened. He watched as the Yes-Bot searched in the small lake that was a bathtub while Jaq watched, sipping on a golden drink. Fuck, she was hot. But, his mind's eye supplied him with a memory of the package she'd held in the sex shop and he suddenly realized why she called it "Little Chase."

Then, as the Yes-Bot let out a triumphant shout and held aloft its found prize, Raimundo thought that a moniker had never before been so inappropriate as he saw the size of the dildo that had been made as a copy of Chase Young's prick.

"Yay! Thanks, Yes-Bot!" Jaq set her glass on the edge of the bath and reached for her toy. The albino witch took the flesh-colored piece of latex and hugged it, letting 'Little Chase' rest between her breasts. "Now turn the CD back on and get lost again. I'm going to greet Chase wet and naked if I have to spend the night in here."

As the robot headed for the door obediently, Jaq addressed the sex toy in her hands.

"You're going to have to last me a few more days, Little Chase; until Mommy gets over her ickiness."

This said, she licked the head of the fake phallus teasingly.

Raimundo had to squeeze his eyes shut and clench his entire body from his teeth down to his toes in order to keep from making any noise, such as moaning, groaning, or coming hard just from watching.

When he finally had himself under control again, Jaq was once again in the water.

As soft, instrumental music played on traditional Chinese instruments flooded the room, Jaq lay back in the water and spread her legs. Without preamble, she took the dildo and pressed the head against her opening, groaning softly.

"Oh Chase!" she gasped, pushing harder.

All at once, the shaft slipped inside and Jaq moaned orgasmicly.

Raimundo's eyes widened. Holeeeeeeeeeeeee shit How much of a slut did she have to be to be able to take that thing in one go without foreplay of any kind?

He swallowed, dry-mouthed, as he watched Jaq fuck herself on a copy of Chase Young's cock.

"Ch-Chase . . . . . . Chase . . . oh god I love you so much; I love it when you fuck me hard!" Jaq gasped, stroking fiercely. "My king! My dark god! Just like that, baby! You make me so happy . . . ."

The albino witch leaned up on one arm, lifting herself partially out of the water while her other arm did the work usually done by Chase's hips. Her tongue, when not engaged in whispering hot filth to the absent lord, lapped and stroked her lips and teeth.

Abruptly she paused and took stock of her surrounding.

"Yes-Bot! Suction cup!" she ordered.

Raimundo shivered wildly. Oh, hellz yeah... he knew what that meant.

As the Yes-Bot came forward with the attachment, a huge grin stretched across Raimundo's face.

Jaq pouted as she withdrew the massive plaything but quickly snatched the suction cup from the Yes-Bot's grasp and screwed it onto the bottom of 'Little Chase'. She gestured at the floating automaton and it left the room. Jaq stood once again and found a place on the tiled wall that suited her fancy and put the toy into place. Then she turned and leaned back slowly, moaning as she was filled completely with a reasonable facsimile of her beloved's cock.

Raimundo couldn't help it. He made a soft, choked sound that broke the moan he nearly let escape even as he eased his pants down so he could stroke his hard cock; needing to come before he died of Blue Balls.

Jaq paused as a soft sound reached her ears.

"Chase? Is that you?"

Raimundo held himself completely still, barely even breathing.

When no answer came, Jaq smiled coyly.

"Oh, are you just going to watch? That's fine with me, babe. Look how good you make me feel," As Jaq spoke, she began to move again, thrusting back against the tile wall. "Watch me . . . see me come . . . . only for you, Chase, only you can make me come! Only you get to see me like this! Chase, my Chase!" Words eluded the white witch as she began to thrust harder, fucking herself on the copy of Chase's cock.

Raimundo made a low, helpless sound and began to stroke himself harder, a little faster. The intensity of his need to come was growing greater by the second. If he didn't come soon, he'd do the unthinkable.

He'd try to knock her down, hold her down, and get inside her -- whether she wanted it or not.

Jaq's breasts swung and crashed together as she began to rock back fiercely. A pink flush dusted her milk-white skin and her expression was one of sweet torture.

"Chase! Come here so I can at least suck your cock!" She pleaded. When no warlord was forthcoming, she pouted briefly. "This is because I tried to order you around after that festival business, isn't it? Fine, have it your way!"

The albino witch returned to her frantic movements, concentrating on bringing herself to orgasm.

"Ah! Ahhh! Chase! I'm gonna come!!"

True to her words, Jaq screamed ecstatically as orgasm seized her.

Raimundo gave an urgent snarl, trying his best to muffle it, but he was so close to not caring it wasn't even funny. He stroked, hard, swift, urgently, and came hard -- soiling the Shroud of Shadows with his semen.

And not noticing that a few of the fabric folds had slipped away, leaving a few parts of him revealed.

Jaq panted happily, sliding down into the water.

"I heard that, Chase," she murmured. "You don't have to hide, you know; I'd put on a show for you any time you want."

The albino witch slithered to the edge of the tub, looking for her lover. Only to notice a few parts of someone standing near the bath. A few parts of someone that wore the Xiaolin gi of red and white . . . . of someone who had pulled the pants down to reveal the curve of one slim, dark-skinned hip . . . . of someone who was definitely not Chase.

A second later, Jaq was curled up in the far corner of the bath, her arms crossed tightly across her chest and a hysterical scream tearing from her throat.

Raimundo cursed as he realized he'd been discovered. He yanked his pants up quickly, fighting against the weak-kneed trembling of a great orgasm and the languorous stupor that made him want to nap. Just as he righted his clothing, Chase Young burst through the doorway of the bathroom, his expression frantic.

Jaq's expression flashed to desperate relief as she saw her lord enter. She pointed one trembling finger at the spot where she'd seen the intruder.

"Someone's here! They were watching me play with myself! I thought it was you!" She blurted, trying to apprise Chase of the situation in as small a time as possible. The color of the skin-tone on the mystery peeper jarred a memory.

"I think it's Raimundo!"

Chase felt a murderous rage overtake him that he hadn't felt since the first moment he'd truly given himself to evil. Jaq faded from his immediate awareness as he shifted to his demonic dragon form. The roar he gave reverberated off the bathroom tiles to such an extent that several of them cracked to pieces and the mirrors around the room shattered. None of that mattered as he scented his prey and lunged.

Raimundo shouted angrily as he barely slid out of the way of the lethal claw slash that would have ripped open his guts on the first swipe. His air pillow skid took him across the room, where he rebounded neatly off one wall, angling himself for the doorway.

Jaq cowered in the far corner of the bath, curled up in as small a ball as possible She hadn't felt so helpless since she had been male; stripped of her robots, with no physical prowess to speak of and no fighting skills. Rai could have done anything to her; he had sounded like he was masturbating to the sight of her masturbating. What if that hadn't satisfied him? What if he had decided to take her?

A few terrified tears slid down her cheeks.

At least she had Chase to protect her; her life, her love. Chase would protect her.

Chase was beyond language capability. All he knew was that his woman had been violated while he had been occupied elsewhere. He had failed her.

He would remedy that.

Roaring in his madness, Chase lunged again.

Raimundo paused at the door jam and pulled the Shroud of Shadows aside to reveal his face. He leered at Jaq, who, after that spectacular show she had put on, actually had the gall to look scared.

"I'll see you later," Rai announced, and then utilized his wind powers to shoot out of the room and down the hallway outside like a bullet shot from a gun.

Jaq huddled deeper in the water and gave a wordless cry of fear.

Chase screamed.

There was no other word for it. The sound he produced in his rage was a dragon scream, and the entire palace range with his demonic shriek.

Claws gouged marks into the floor as he tore after the fleeing monk. Ahead of him, the jungle cat warriors and the Jaqbots were already mobilizing to pen the intruder in. Their only prayer of staying alive -- or functioning -- at this point would be to stay out of Chase's way. He would mow down anything stupid enough to get in his way in his ravening need to kill the filthy interloper.

Raimundo blasted the JaqBots out of the way with hurricane force winds and used his powers to fly him over the jungle cats. The Shroud of Shadows was back in place, but it seemed to help little; the jungle cats could scent him and the JaqBots were operating on infrared light.

This didn't bother him so much as the fact that Chase Young was right behind him and from the sound of things, was going rock star crazy over the fact that Rai had seen Jaq slutting out.

For her part, Jaq staggered out of the bath and wrapped Chase's robe around herself, shivering in the cold and terror.

As she listened to Chase tear off through the palace, a thought occurred to her: What if this was a trap? What if the other monks had sent Raimundo in to distract Chase so they could get to her and the Shen-Gong-Wu?

"Chase!" Jaq screamed, knowing he would hear. "Don't leave me alone!"

The callous boy was just ahead of him. As fast as Raimundo thought he was, Chase was just as fast, if not faster. The Shroud of Shadows was sliced to ribbons several times over -- mending itself back together with its internal magic just as swiftly as Chase's claws tore through the fabric.

The two men zigzagged and raced all over the palace, with warriors and robots getting trampled on and crushed.

Eventually, however, Raimundo leaped from the same hole in the rock as he'd entered from and the instant he was out into free fall, he summoned wind around him and took off, fast as lightning.

Chase stood at the window, roaring. He thrashed, and punched, and sliced as he worked his rage out of him.

When he finally calmed down, panting raggedly, that's when he finally heard Jaq's frantic cries for him to come back.

Cold terror gripped his black heart and in an instant, he teleported to her side.

Jaq was curled into a small ball in the corner of the now-locked bathroom, wrapped in Chase's bathrobe and crying piteously. When she saw her lover appear beside her, she quickly stood and clutched at the warlord's trim waist.

"Chaaaase!!! I thought he was you! I'm so sorry! I heard a noise and thought you had come home! He saw me!" Any more protests dissolved into wracking sobs.

He still couldn't speak. His emotions were too high, choking him. Instead, he pulled her tight against him and made low, rumbling noises as he nuzzled and stroked and kissed her. When he thought he could ease his grip enough, he did so, and then scooped her up in his arms. He went to the door, found it locked, and then simply kicked the door off its hinges in one fluid motion. Striding through the damaged doorway, he carried his beloved to their bed and placed her in it. He tore his armor and clothing from his body, ripped his robe off of her, and then crawled into the bed beside her and pulled the blankets in tight around them.

Jaq continued to cry even as Chase disrobed them both and deposited her in the place her heart had known the most joy: their bed.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled. "I hate feeling this helpless . . . . this worthless . . . I want this to be over; I want my magic back . . . I want to be able to make love to you again. I would have fried that perverted monk like a marshmallow if I had my power!"

He crooned, low and wordlessly. His hands stroked over her skin, relishing the softness of her.

And finally, he could speak.

"My love," he whispered hoarsely. "My Jaq... little ghost. You're safe. He's gone. You're safe."

He held her tight against him and buried his face in her hair, shaking subtly.

Jaq clutched at her lover, feeling her quivering heart calm into placid contentment at the warm, gentle strokes of his hands.

Presently, she hummed softly.

"I'm sorry," she said much more calmly. "I wanted you to come home to me being sexy and wet and naked in the bath."

"A lovely thought. Perhaps later, when I've calmed down, you might reenact it for me," he muttered.

Jaq hummed again and pulled back enough so that she could press a kiss to the warlord's forehead.

"My big, strong protector. Thank you for saving me."

He tightened his grip.

And said nothing.

He was not a man accustomed to saying "I'm sorry."

Not a man accustomed to saying, "I failed you."

Instead, he held her, kissed her, and swore silently to himself that he would keep his beloved safe.