“Well, if you can figure out how it works, that… sounds pretty useful,” I opined.
She nodded uncertainly. “I suppose. And certainly more interesting than Spark.”
“Spark?”
She made a dismissive gesture. “It’s a terrible mage skill. Or uh… mages of a certain sort, anyway. It’s technically a hand-to-hand technique, but… well, you know mages. It ends up getting used for starting campfires mainly.”
I bobbed my head along with her explanation. That sounded a lot like the old Shocking Grasp spell from D&D. Touch someone, lightning damage. And yeah, as a mage, it did not even sound like a good idea on paper.
Never mind the fact you had to successfully touch something in a fight—which as a mage was by no means an easy feat—why bother getting into melee at all when you could just as easily throw a few Magic Missiles from down range? But at least in 5th edition they had changed it to a cantrip, so it was not a complete waste of a spell slot.
“May as well try it,” I suggested. “It sounds useful, and it may give us some insight as to how your Class works.”
She nodded with some reluctance. “I guess. It’s nowhere near what I was hoping for, but… at least it’s different. I’m certain Grandfather would think it hilarious. And Mother…” She sniffed.
“Oh… sorry, but I had thought your mother wasn’t alive for some reason,” I said with a degree of surprise.
Her eyes went to some far off place, and her lip twitched, as though she were suppressing a deep scowl. “She’s only dead to me. But never mind that old business, Donum. I’ve betrothed to your Clan now, and I am eager to see how this new skill works.”
Despite my usual reticence to discuss other people’s personal affairs, that had actually sounded kind of important. But before I could comment, she quickly jerked her head upward.
“Mia, go ahead.”
As soon as those words left her mouth, her back abruptly arched, and she seemed to go weak in the knees. With a gasp, she clutched at my tunic and, before I thought about what I was doing, I allowed my arms to circle her waist, steadying her.
“Are you alright?” I asked, concerned.
She looked up with a dreamy sort of expression, then without another word, she crushed her lips to mine. I was too shocked at first to do much of anything but let her. I did not even think to pull away.
Within seconds, the connection I had previously felt between us flickered back into place like an old piece of electronics with a barely functional power cord, giving me limited access to her unspoken thoughts and desires. I could not say exactly what she was thinking, though. I do not know if she was thinking anything.
Even so, there was a subtle yet deepening need for… something. There was a listlessness to her. As though she felt a lack. Of… direction? Purpose? I could not tell. And neither could she.
Yet somehow, that void in her heart was creating a desperate and unquenchable fire within her loins.
All of that information washed over me like an ocean wave, leaving me disoriented, uncertain… and more than a little turned on. Maybe it does not work that way for every guy, but for me, there can be no more certain trigger than knowing just how aroused a woman is to set my engines to purring. And whether I liked it or not, my ignition had been turned.
She must have felt me rising between us, because she smiled knowingly into the kiss. Her tongue then slipped between my lips, exploring every contour as hungry whimpers of delight escaped her throat. Then, before I could process what was happening, I felt her thigh slip up the side of my leg, seeking purchase. Followed shortly by the other.
And before I knew it, she had hoisted herself up to my waist. All the while, the kiss never stopped, only intensified. Deeper and deeper she went, almost as if she were attempting to gorge herself on my breath.
I could feel her hips grinding against me, desperate for contact. Whatever reluctance I felt was quickly being subsumed by the passion of the moment, my member trapped by the warmth between her legs, ever seeking yet denied entry by the leather encasing them.
I was just about to try undoing them, consequences be damned, but then my tongue caught on the edge of one of her teeth. Blood instantly filled our mouths, and she jerked away and down in surprise, holding her hand over her mouth in shock and horror. And perhaps embarrassment.
“I—I’m so sorry, Donum!” she stammered, then swallowed. “I d-don’t—“
Abruptly her eyelids began to flicker and she shivered.
“It’s okay, Lynnria,” I managed over my still-bleeding tongue. “You don’t have to… worry…”
I trailed off, fairly certain she was not paying attention. She was making a face I had recently become quite familiar with. And slowly sinking to her knees with her thighs clamped firmly together. Whatever confluence of events had just occurred, it was resulting in a nice little climax for the girl.
Which was fantastic for her, but having gone several days with such frequent temptation—and no release—was not doing great things for my mood. Especially now that I had some breathing room to think. That had gone much further than it should have. I would need to watch myself.
Moreover, I needed to figure out what was happening with the girl. First the simple inventory-call and now this? Something abnormal was going on… and more so than normal. Which is weird to say, but when abnormalities become common-place, it sort of twists your perspective. It can be hard to notice the caramel apples hanging from the trees when you are standing in the middle of Candyland.
With my aura, I fully expected for Lynnria to become increasingly randy as time went by, but this was something else. Using their own abilities and gaining new ones had never triggered this sort of thing with any of my other companions.
It was then I noticed a subtle yet unnatural shift within Lynnria’s mouth. She was still struggling to get her breathing back under control from her recent experience and was panting rather heavily, else I would never have seen anything. But I had.
Quickly, I knelt in front of her and, before she could pull away, I grasped her jaw.
“Donum?” she mumbled uncomfortably, “What are you—?”
“Hush,” I interrupted. “Let me see your teeth.”
Confused, she opened her mouth further. I peered at them for a few seconds, certain of what I would find. But I did not.
They seemed perfectly normal. No fangs. Nor even the beginnings of them. Just a regular and healthy set of teeth.
I frowned uneasily.
“What is it?” she asked and, when I released her, began frantically feeling at them herself. After a moment, she sagged with relief. “I don’t… I mean, I didn’t bite you on purpose! Surely you know that?”
I nodded absently. But when I did not say anything else, she continued.
“I don’t… I don’t know what happened. It… I don’t know! The longer things went on, the more and more I wanted… something, and then… then…” She swallowed and looked up at me fearfully. “You’re not mad are you?”
For a moment, I just held her gaze. But then I had to sigh.
“No, Lynnria,” I admitted. “I’m not mad. Just… concerned.”
Then I began to tell her the rest of what being my mate entailed.
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“Well, if you can figure out how it works, that… sounds pretty useful,” I opined.
She nodded uncertainly. “I suppose. And certainly more interesting than Spark.”
“Spark?”
She made a dismissive gesture. “It’s a terrible mage skill. Or uh… mages of a certain sort, anyway. It’s technically a hand-to-hand technique, but… well, you know mages. It ends up getting used for starting campfires mainly.”
I bobbed my head along with her explanation. That sounded a lot like the old Shocking Grasp spell from D&D. Touch someone, lightning damage. And yeah, as a mage, it did not even sound like a good idea on paper.
Never mind the fact you had to successfully touch something in a fight—which as a mage was by no means an easy feat—why bother getting into melee at all when you could just as easily throw a few Magic Missiles from down range? But at least in 5th edition they had changed it to a cantrip, so it was not a complete waste of a spell slot.
“May as well try it,” I suggested. “It sounds useful, and it may give us some insight as to how your Class works.”
She nodded with some reluctance. “I guess. It’s nowhere near what I was hoping for, but… at least it’s different. I’m certain Grandfather would think it hilarious. And Mother…” She sniffed.
“Oh… sorry, but I had thought your mother wasn’t alive for some reason,” I said with a degree of surprise.
Her eyes went to some far off place, and her lip twitched, as though she were suppressing a deep scowl. “She’s only dead to me. But never mind that old business, Donum. I’ve betrothed to your Clan now, and I am eager to see how this new skill works.”
Despite my usual reticence to discuss other people’s personal affairs, that had actually sounded kind of important. But before I could comment, she quickly jerked her head upward.
“Mia, go ahead.”
As soon as those words left her mouth, her back abruptly arched, and she seemed to go weak in the knees. With a gasp, she clutched at my tunic and, before I thought about what I was doing, I allowed my arms to circle her waist, steadying her.
“Are you alright?” I asked, concerned.
She looked up with a dreamy sort of expression, then without another word, she crushed her lips to mine. I was too shocked at first to do much of anything but let her. I did not even think to pull away.
Within seconds, the connection I had previously felt between us flickered back into place like an old piece of electronics with a barely functional power cord, giving me limited access to her unspoken thoughts and desires. I could not say exactly what she was thinking, though. I do not know if she was thinking anything.
Even so, there was a subtle yet deepening need for… something. There was a listlessness to her. As though she felt a lack. Of… direction? Purpose? I could not tell. And neither could she.
Yet somehow, that void in her heart was creating a desperate and unquenchable fire within her loins.
All of that information washed over me like an ocean wave, leaving me disoriented, uncertain… and more than a little turned on. Maybe it does not work that way for every guy, but for me, there can be no more certain trigger than knowing just how aroused a woman is to set my engines to purring. And whether I liked it or not, my ignition had been turned.
She must have felt me rising between us, because she smiled knowingly into the kiss. Her tongue then slipped between my lips, exploring every contour as hungry whimpers of delight escaped her throat. Then, before I could process what was happening, I felt her thigh slip up the side of my leg, seeking purchase. Followed shortly by the other.
And before I knew it, she had hoisted herself up to my waist. All the while, the kiss never stopped, only intensified. Deeper and deeper she went, almost as if she were attempting to gorge herself on my breath.
I could feel her hips grinding against me, desperate for contact. Whatever reluctance I felt was quickly being subsumed by the passion of the moment, my member trapped by the warmth between her legs, ever seeking yet denied entry by the leather encasing them.
I was just about to try undoing them, consequences be damned, but then my tongue caught on the edge of one of her teeth. Blood instantly filled our mouths, and she jerked away and down in surprise, holding her hand over her mouth in shock and horror. And perhaps embarrassment.
“I—I’m so sorry, Donum!” she stammered, then swallowed. “I d-don’t—“
Abruptly her eyelids began to flicker and she shivered.
“It’s okay, Lynnria,” I managed over my still-bleeding tongue. “You don’t have to… worry…”
I trailed off, fairly certain she was not paying attention. She was making a face I had recently become quite familiar with. And slowly sinking to her knees with her thighs clamped firmly together. Whatever confluence of events had just occurred, it was resulting in a nice little climax for the girl.
Which was fantastic for her, but having gone several days with such frequent temptation—and no release—was not doing great things for my mood. Especially now that I had some breathing room to think. That had gone much further than it should have. I would need to watch myself.
Moreover, I needed to figure out what was happening with the girl. First the simple inventory-call and now this? Something abnormal was going on… and more so than normal. Which is weird to say, but when abnormalities become common-place, it sort of twists your perspective. It can be hard to notice the caramel apples hanging from the trees when you are standing in the middle of Candyland.
With my aura, I fully expected for Lynnria to become increasingly randy as time went by, but this was something else. Using their own abilities and gaining new ones had never triggered this sort of thing with any of my other companions.
It was then I noticed a subtle yet unnatural shift within Lynnria’s mouth. She was still struggling to get her breathing back under control from her recent experience and was panting rather heavily, else I would never have seen anything. But I had.
Quickly, I knelt in front of her and, before she could pull away, I grasped her jaw.
“Donum?” she mumbled uncomfortably, “What are you—?”
“Hush,” I interrupted. “Let me see your teeth.”
Confused, she opened her mouth further. I peered at them for a few seconds, certain of what I would find. But I did not.
They seemed perfectly normal. No fangs. Nor even the beginnings of them. Just a regular and healthy set of teeth.
I frowned uneasily.
“What is it?” she asked and, when I released her, began frantically feeling at them herself. After a moment, she sagged with relief. “I don’t… I mean, I didn’t bite you on purpose! Surely you know that?”
I nodded absently. But when I did not say anything else, she continued.
“I don’t… I don’t know what happened. It… I don’t know! The longer things went on, the more and more I wanted… something, and then… then…” She swallowed and looked up at me fearfully. “You’re not mad are you?”
For a moment, I just held her gaze. But then I had to sigh.
“No, Lynnria,” I admitted. “I’m not mad. Just… concerned.”
Then I began to tell her the rest of what being my mate entailed.
Seleroan
Hey there, gentle reader.
Enjoying the content? Well, why not drop by my Patreon? It helps me keep this show running, and allows me to afford great things like editors, cover artists, and food!
Each chapter is now being personalized with some... passable chapter-inspired AI generated art. I try. But it gives things a bit of color. And you can read ahead!
Come on down! We'd love to see you.
