by Logan Jacobs
“We should go,” she said finally. “I think it would be a good idea to try and test out your powers now and see how much they’ve grown before you face … whatever it is you’re going to face.”
“Good plan,” I said gently and wrapped an arm around her waist.
The white-haired beauty leaned into me for just a breath before she pulled away and grabbed my hand. Then the hunter pulled me back down the tunnel and up to the training rooms.
As we were leaving the tunnel that led to the dragon’s cell, Arendor emerged around a corner. The moment he saw us, the tall raven-haired elf froze, and his eyes darted back and forth suspiciously over the two of us. He didn’t say anything, but the tilt of his head made it very obvious he had a suspicion as to what we’d been up to. He smirked at me before he swept around and strode back around the corner he’d just come from.
“What the hell was that about?” Maaren asked when he was out of our eyesight.
“It’s just Arendor being a little bitch,” I replied. “It’s not like he saw us actually do anything. He’s just a weirdo.”
“You can say that again,” she chuckled lightly.
We left the tunnels and headed toward the training rooms. When we finally arrived, I noticed they were full of Fae with serious expressions on their faces. We entered through the huge archway into the main room, which was full of mats and gym equipment. I paused to watch as a glowing blue nymph grew a ball of water in her hands.
The water spun around and around, like a wave had been captured inside of a glass ball. It frothed and whirled as she turned her own hands in circles before she finally threw it up straight into the air, where it turned into tendrils of hot steam that floated toward the pale brown ceiling as they dissipated.
The nymph looked up and saw me as I watched her, and a slight smile fluttered at her lips. Her grey eyes appraised me, and then she bowed her head in a deep nod before she turned back to her training and created another ball of water out of thin air.
“Come on,” Maaren said, “no wasting time for pretty girls today. Unless the pretty girl is me, of course.”
“I always have time for you,” I quipped back, and then she led me back into the smaller training rooms at the back of the facility.
We found an empty room, slipped inside, and Maaren locked the door behind us.
“What, are you afraid someone’s going to come in here and steal me away from you?” I whispered, our faces now only inches apart.
“Come on Milton, we have to work right now,” she whispered as she gently pushed me away. “But if you do a good job, I promise I’ll give you a nice reward.”
The hunter wiggled her shoulders a little, which caused her voluptuous chest to jiggle. It brought me back to the memory of the last time we made love, and I found myself staring unapologetically at her breasts. Her promise alone was enough to drive me.
Do an amazing job, get an equally amazing reward.
“You are going to have to make good on that promise, Ms. Euphry,” I replied charmingly.
“You’ve got to wow me first,” she giggled. “What do you think you can do?”
“Well,” I stepped back into the center of the room, “I know when we defeated Cirsen in the sewers I was able to isolate parts of his body. And the ogre was the biggest thing I’ve ever been able to control.”
“Okay,” Maaren answered and sashayed forward with her arms out like she was about to make a snow angel in the air, “show me what you did to Cirsen.”
“Maaren, I don’t know,” I said hesitantly. “It’s still a new power. I don’t want to accidentally make you explode into a giant puddle of red gore.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I bleed silver then,” she quipped before she got serious. “I trust you. You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Okay,” I said and took in a deep breath as I gathered my thoughts.
When I’d moved Cirsen’s arms, I had been on an adrenaline high. It was a case where if I hadn’t, Maaren would have died. I tried to recapture that rush of adrenaline by thinking about everything that was at stake if we failed this mission.
Everyone I loved would perish. And I couldn’t let that happen.
I called up the tingle in my Hand and felt the vibration of the cells in my palm. I felt Maaren’s blood instantly and held back on my initial instincts. I was used to throwing someone’s entire body through the air or tearing every ounce of blood from their body, but I definitely didn’t want to do that right now. I calmed my mind and focused on just the hunter’s arms. The tingle in my Hand lessened slightly, and I felt a strange pressure on my palm, almost like I had wrapped my Hand around a pole.
The hunter stood there, completely still with her arms slightly lifted, and watched me with awe. Her green eyes were wide and her pupils slightly dilated as she smiled softly at me.
The pressure against my palm increased, and I took a deep breath as I pictured her isolated arms in my mind. Then, I willed them to fly up into the air until they were perpendicular to her body and parallel to the ground.
And at the exact same time, Maaren’s arms mirrored the image in my mind. The hunter froze in shock for a moment before her face broke out into an ecstatic grin.
“Amazing! Try something even smaller,” she pressed, “like … just my hand!”
I nodded and willed the picture in my mind to change. I imagined that her hand turned toward me, but only her hand, so that her palm faced forward.
Sure enough, Maaren’s real hand followed the motions.
Her smile spread impossibly wider, and she bent her knees like she was about to jump in the air. In my own excitement, I felt my Hand clench together, and Maaren froze with her knees half bent. A confused expression crossed her face, and she moved to jump again, but she couldn’t.
“Milton, I can’t move,” she said.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry!” I exclaimed with wide eyes.
“No, that’s a good thing,” she pointed out. “You stopped me from moving. You can immobilize someone!”
“That would have come in really handy with those terrifying monsters Cirsen kept in the sewer,” I chuckled. “Look out, Phobos, because the almighty Racmoth is going to immobilize you with his amazing powers!”
I threw my hands in the air like I was some supervillain in the movies, which earned a laugh from the hunter.
“Hey, Milton, while you’re over there sending out an ominous warning to the Phobos, do you mind un-immobilizing me?” she gestured with her eyes to the rest of her body, which was still completely frozen.
“Oh, right, sorry!” I laughed and unclenched my Hand.
I willed the tingling sensation to dissipate as I released my grip on her blood, and her arms fell like spaghetti down to her sides. She gave them each a good shake to get the blood flow going, and then she looked up at me with hunger in her eyes.
“Do you think you have any other surprises locked away in that Hand?” she questioned with a quirked eyebrow.
“My powers seem to grow whenever I get my adrenaline up,” I said as I wandered slowly toward her. “And I believe you made me a promise that is sure to get things pumping.”
“You really know how to distract a girl, huh?” Maaren asked breathlessly as I slid an arm around her waist and pulled her torward me.
Our faces were only inches apart, and I could feel her hot breath on my lips. I watched her coal-black pupils dilate in her green irises as I brushed my lips over hers gently.
“It’s a skill.” I shrugged casually. “Now, how about you make good on that promise?”
She stared at me for another split second, and I could see the conflict between her work ethic and her arousal dash through her eyes. Arousal must have won out, because she quickly closed the distance between our lips and assaulted my mouth in a rough kiss. Her lips were soft and full, and I could taste the slightest hint of vanilla on her tongue as she slid it over my own.
Suddenly, the hunter pushed me backward and sent me toppling to the ground. I
didn’t have much time to protest before she was on top of me with her mouth pressed over mine once more. Her hands grappled with the zipper of my pants as she worked to yank it down. My hands roamed over her body and stopped firmly on her plump ass. I kneaded a hand full of flesh under her pants, which elicited a guttural moan from the Fae on top of me.
“God, your fingers are fucking magical,” she mumbled into my mouth. “I really can’t wait to see what else they can do.”
Finally, Maaren freed my zipper and yanked my pants and boxers down all at once. I lifted my hips to let her get the material down to my ankles, and my dick sprang free, already hard and at attention.
Maaren pulled back for a moment and sat up as she worked her own pants free of her body. She peeled the leather down her legs slowly as she revealed light blue skin, inch by inch. I watched in aroused fascination as her hips bones appeared, followed by the soft skin of her stomach, and then a neatly trimmed mess of white curls atop an inviting slit. Once her pants were finally down and off, she leaned back over me.
“Are you enjoying my promise?” she breathed into my ear just before she trailed her lips down the blonde stubble on my chin.
She found the spot at the base of my neck that always made my body go wild. I couldn’t do more than nod as she sucked hard on it, before she released the skin with an audible pop, and drew herself back to look into my eyes.
I shifted my hips as the tip of my dick slid over her outer labia, and I strained as I tried to get myself in a position to slide into her wet heat. But Maaren was in the mood to tease.
“Not yet,” she said in a husky voice as she pressed a hand onto my pelvic bone to still my hips. “Humans are too quick. Enjoy the moment for a while, Milton.”
I huffed out a frustrated sigh, but let my hips fall back to the floor. I palmed a hand over her smooth stomach and crawled up her shirt as I enjoyed the feeling of her warm skin. I reached the underwire of her bra and snuck my fingers underneath until I found a hard nipple. I gave it a firm tweak and rolled it between my fingertips. Maaren’s lips stopped their movement on my neck, and I watched as her eyes slammed shut and a moan formed in the back of her throat.
“Are you ready yet?” I whispered as I gave her nipple another firm tweak.
She didn’t say anything, but she nodded, and I slid my other hand down to guide myself into her.
I moaned in absolute pleasure as my cock entered her warm wetness, and her walls instantly clenched around me. The feeling sent lightning bolts of arousal through my entire body, and I took a moment to let it course through my body.
The hunter just sat there for a moment as she lost herself in pleasure, and I let her get used to the feeling of me inside her. I kneaded her ass and let my finger trail down slightly to massage her most intimate part before I brought it back up under her shirt.
“Maaren, you’re on top,” I said when she still didn’t move, and her green eyes were dark with arousal when she turned to look at me.
“Right,” she breathed, and then she rolled her hips once before she set a grueling pace.
The wet sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the room as she rode me, and the nerves in my dick went wild. A tight, hot coil formed in the pit of my stomach as I felt the waves of pleasure grow ever stronger. Maaren leaned back a bit now as she bounced on top of me, and I moaned quietly as I watched her breasts bounce. She threw her hands into her mess of white hair and let out a string of extraordinarily hot moans and growls, and sped up even further.
My hips started to come up and meet hers of their own accord, and the sound of our skin grew even louder in the empty room. The hot coil of pleasure in my stomach grew and the fuse of my pleasure burned a hot, bright white as the firecracker got closer and closer to exploding. I felt the tightness in my dick swell and knew I was close.
Then, Maaren’s walls tightened hard around me, and she stopped her movements as every muscle in her body shuddered and shook with the force of her orgasm. She let out a long, keening moan filled with pleasure and delight. I felt a warm gush around my penis, and the combination of heat and pressure brought me into my own orgasm. I felt my cum shoot out of me, and my back arched as I moaned, long and low.
“Holy fuck,” I growled out as my body fell back against the training room floor.
Maaren sank down just a little further on my dick as she rolled her neck back in tired ecstasy. Her snow white hair was tousled and now formed an angelic, if a bit messy, halo around her face, which gave the ethereal Fae even more of an otherworldly appearance. Her chest heaved as she inhaled, sharp and deep, and tried to regain some level of consciousness. Green eyes finally opened, their lids hooded and pupils dark with arousal, and the hunter looked down at me with a breathless, lopsided smile spread across her face.
“It’s no wonder all the girls are after you, Milton,” she chuckled, her voice throaty and low in post-orgasmic bliss. “I could do that all day.”
“I taught myself a trick or two as a horny teenager,” I shrugged and threw her a wink as I felt the air bleed back into my lungs. “You’ll find that I’m full of surprises.”
“And I’m full of you right now,” the hunter winked without missing a beat.
Once again, I was thankful for the Fae magic that now ran through my veins. A month ago, my muscles would have felt like jelly, but now they were strong and taut and burned in a wonderful sort of way. It was almost like the sensation you get after a really good workout.
Maaren bent forward and placed her hands squarely on my chest. The hunter dipped her lips toward mine and captured me in a deep, passionate kiss. Her hot breath whispered over my cheek as she pulled her head back and pushed down on my chest simultaneously to lift herself from me.
The hunter stood, and I felt a swell of pride as I saw the muscles in her legs twitch and shake just a bit as she walked. I watched the way her large blue rear sashayed from side to side with the movement of her hips, and I appreciated the slight jiggle that came with every step.
“Milton, get your head out of the gutter,” Maaren teased as she threw my pants straight at my head.
The pants hit my face, and for a moment, I was completely submerged in darkness.
“You shouldn’t give me a reason to go there, then,” I shot back with a chuckle.
I watched Maaren’s beautiful legs disappear into the black fabric of her pants, quickly followed by the mess of white curls, until she was once more fully clothed. Her green eyes flicked down to my cock before they made their way back up to meet my own with a sexy smirk.
“Get your pants on, we have a scroll to find,” she giggled and turned away toward the door.
I could tell that her humor was more of an effort to stop herself, rather than a commanding gesture. If she didn’t distract herself from the mission, she was likely to jump right back on for round two.
Not that I would have complained.
I sighed and stood up to shimmy into my combat pants.
Maaren was right, we had to get back to the mission and stay focused. But I still couldn’t wait until we had unlimited time to explore each other’s bodies. And neither could my cock.
“We should go find the others,” I pointed out as we made our way out of the training room and back through the sea of Fae. “Especially since we promised the dragon we’d break him out. We’re going to need their help.”
“Danira is going to kiiiiilllll uuussss,” she sang under her breath and shot me a half-joking, half-serious look.
“Probably,” I agreed lightheartedly, “but at least she’s got to wait until after we’ve destroyed the Phobos. So that buys us a little time.”
“Or, hear me out, we never tell her anything and say we got memory wiped when they discover the dragon went missing,” she whispered as we passed a dwarf in the hallway. The man was too involved in mumbling and grumbling to himself to actually notice us or hear our conversation.
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to fly, especially when we have to explain why we k
now all this new information,” I replied with a chuckle as we rounded a corner.
Ariette was standing in the doorway of my room, hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face. “Finally!” she exclaimed the moment she saw us, and Kalista and Danira stuck their heads around the doorframe at the elf’s outcry. “We have been waiting for you guys.”
“We can see that,” I replied just as a brunette elf strode past and hid a snicker behind her hand. “Sorry, we got distracted by our training.”
“I thought we were supposed to be resting,” Maaren pointed out.
“I don’t think the two of you were doing all that much resting,” Danira smirked as she raised one thin black eyebrow.
“Same difference.” Maaren shrugged. “I feel very rejuvenated, don’t you, Milton?”
“Absolutely,” I agreed. “Now, what are you guys doing in my door frame?”
“Admiring the woodwork,” Kalista stated. “Hey, did you know that the Fae actually built the doors in this guild from a huge Holly Tree--”
“Kal, we have the thing to get to, remember,” Ariette interrupted. Her voice was a little more strained than usual, and she seemed in no mood to partake in mindless banter or jest at the moment.
“Oh, right,” the dwarf mumbled, “we have been summoned to Hasen’s office. Let’s make like a tree and leaf.”
With that, the silver-haired woman marched forward and headed down the hall in a militant march. None of us followed.
“But we were just there,” Maaren protested with a heavy sigh. “Why do we have to go back?”
“The hell if I know” Ariette muttered. “Hasen has a mind of his own.”
“Hello, are you guys coming, or am I supposed to face the big bad wolf by myself?” Kalista all but hollered down the hallway.
The dwarf’s sudden outburst startled a tiny pink fairy, and the small creature let out a squeal and dove straight into the wall at Kalista’s bellow. I recognized the fairy as Canna, one of the messengers of the guild. She always seemed to be having trouble, poor thing.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I scooped the fairy up from the ground. She fluttered her wings a little and regained her flight.