by Tamryn Tamer
Jericho got down on the ground next to Jinx who was staring at him lovingly despite her endless barrage of insults. He grabbed her chin and pulled her toward him before meeting her lips and slipping his tongue in her mouth.
A torrent of feelings and knowledge inundated him and immediately he understood spirit magic and why his magic didn’t work previously. Spirit magic didn’t begin or end inside of him, but he was encompassed by his spirit. He could touch her spirit with his, invade her spirit with his, and he began wondering how to use it.
“That’s why you can’t learn it from a scroll,” Jericho laughed as he pulled away. He was finally starting to realize why magic was so hard. “It’s like describing a color! You need to see it to really understand.”
“No,” Jinx giggled. “You’re just stupid. Barbarian. Churl.”
“Funny,” he said while surprising her by pulling her close to cuddle. “It’s nothing like elemental magic. Elemental magic clearly begins inside of me…”
“Feelings,” Jinx interrupted. “Any feeling can fill a magical pathway with power and then you release that power. If you release in the fire path, you can perform fire spells you’ve learned. If you fill and release multiple paths, you can perform a wide variety. But that’s all I know about elemental magic. I’m a master of spirit magic. Spirit magic requires you to manipulate and shape your existing spirit. Ogre. Pest.”
“I want to try something,” Jericho said while concentrating on what he felt while kissing her. His spirit began reaching from his body, like an invisible hand reaching out to touch Jinx.
“That tickles!” she said laughing. “Stop it! Stop it! Rude! Molester!”
“Whoa,” he said as the wind was knocked out of him like he just got kicked from the inside. “What was that?”
“No tickling!” she glared and he realized she’d knocked him back with her spirit. Jericho had felt several types of pain in Forbidden Arcana but despite the low damage, that felt like getting hit with a Warhammer. “You deserved that. Tormentor. Pest.”
“Fine,” Jericho groaned while pulling her close again.
They laid there for quite a while as Jinx explained to him the various natures of magic. Elemental magic all came from a person’s core and emanated outward based on the feeling put into the magic. It could be love, happiness, fear, or even hatred, any feeling that they felt deeply would enhance the magic. That’s why it’d always felt cathartic to him.
Everybody had been focusing on the words and scrolls and concentrating. Remain calm, think of the runes, create a fireball, and fire it off. The real answer was once you learned the word the pathway was open, you simply needed to fill it up with emotion and let loose.
“Elemental magic is outward,” Jinx reiterated. “So, everything starts inside and then goes out. The form is dictated by the paths and power. Nuisance. Virus.”
“Spirit magic is interesting,” Jericho smiled thinking of how nice it felt yet completely different than elemental magic. “Why is it so different?”
“Spirit magic always exists and surrounds you like a warm embrace,” Jinx answered. “You just change its shape and move it. A small spirit can become a small knife. A large spirit can become a large spear. You can compress it to become powerful armor or loosen it to protect an area. It can become powerful claws and fangs or armor to shield you from magic. Ignorant. Dunderhead.”
Jericho instinctively knew what she meant. When he focused on a spirit, he could sense it and its ability to change size, shape, and density based on its power. It was like he discovered the color red for the first time and now would always understand it.
“Can you increase the strength of the spirit?” Jericho asked. Jinx nodded confirming it. “How?”
“Exercise,” Jinx answered while rolling her eyes and throwing off the blanket revealing her naked body again and sending lecherous thoughts through Jericho’s mind. “You stretch it like rubber and compress it like iron over and over again until it becomes more flexible and stronger. I’m done. I want to leave. Let’s go. I’ve been here forever. I want out. Patsy. Dupe.”
“Hmm,” Jericho hummed while watching her get dressed. She rummaged through a dresser and pulled out a witchy black dress and red cloak. “I want to collect all things of value here first.”
“Then hurry up!” she growled. “Collect what you want. I want fresh air! Bungler! Mooncalf!”
“Really scraping the bottom of the barrel on insults, aren’t you?” Jericho chuckled while gathering anything that looked valuable. There ended up not being much other than the few books and scrolls he wished to take home. After a bit of searching, he was finally satisfied except for one thing. He looked at Jinx and smiled. “I want you to say something nice to me first with no insults.”
“What?” she said with an angry look. “Insolent idiot! Birdbrained clod! Dimwitted clown!”
“I’m waiting,” he said with a smile while moving toward the mark on the floor he’d appeared on. “One nice thing and you’re free.”
“Fine,” she said reluctantly as her pale face turned pink. “You’re a good kisser.”
Jericho waited for a few moments watching her face contort like she was swallowing a vegetable she hated. He realized it was probably the last time he’d ever have the leverage to keep her from insulting him, but it was worth it.
“Alright,” he laughed. “Come on.”
Jinx joined him on the spot and he began casting fireball again. Immediately he was taken back to the druidic ruin which immediately disintegrated. Jinx looked at him with glowing gold eyes and a wide smile.
“Fresh air!” she said yelling and hopping around like a cat released from a cage. “Birds! Sky! Grass! Stars!” she yelled while turning to look at him before taking a deep breath, “Moron! Idiot! Jerk! Lunk! Cretinous clod! Dimwitted dumbbell!”
“You finished?” Jericho asked crossing his arms. “We really need to get out of here.”
“Trees!” she said running up and hugging a tree. She glared at Jericho with her demonic gold eyes which were even more intimidating in the dark forest. “Thank you,” she paused for a moment attempting not to add anything. “Bore. Halfwit.”
“Don’t worry,” Jericho said as she looked away embarrassed by her inability to hold it in. “It’s the thought that counts. Let’s get out of here before something attacks us. The nearest portal is a ten-minute walk away. Try to be quiet in the meantime.”
Within a short while, he’d made it to the portal and took her home.
Chapter 3
Familiar Obligations
Jinxed moved into Jericho’s small house outside of Dawn, although she had several complaints about that. While she was happy with it being outside of the city and the large garden where Jericho grew his herbs, she was very unhappy with the utilitarian nature of it. It looked more like a manufacturing center than a home.
He soon found himself spending almost every coin he earned decorating his home. While many players enjoyed decorating, he never really had a flair for it and instead used his space for storage and crafting stations.
Jinx also had expensive tastes, fine ornate silk sheets and thick luxurious bedding for starters. Padded chairs and antique flower vases, not to mention rare and expensive flowers to go inside of them. While Jericho should have been able to say no to her, he found himself completely caught up in her excitement and happiness.
As an added benefit, when she was happy, she helped him master his magic. His skill level accelerated rapidly, although he hid it from other players. His elemental magic was getting stronger by the day and he became capable of not only launching massive fireballs and spikes from the earth, but he started to play with magic condensing his magical pathways to create armor piercing attacks.
“Magic isn’t about power,” Jinx scolded as Jericho practiced an earth spike that’d impale large monsters. “It’s about intelligence and versatility. A mage's power is in their ability to adapt. An earth spike looks nice but that would barely hurt a g
olem! Buffoon. Idiot.”
She was rightfully annoyed with him. He still couldn’t take on many of the opponents that other players could battle. His inability to use magic effectively forced them both to retreat from a golem that Jinx felt should have been easy practice.
In fairness, most players had trouble with golems because of their high armor and strength. It took them quite a while to whittle away at them until they finally broke. Hammer users were the most effective. Normally Jericho would craft several potions of brittleness and explosive potions to eliminate one. Jinx wouldn’t hear of it. Apparently, a proper mage should be able to crumble it by attacking the spirit that was bringing the stone to life.
That’s what she’d been drilling into him. The power of magic was in the versatility. Of course, Jericho knew that. He’d played enough games to understand the natures of magic. Water put out fire, mind magic would be powerful against dumb monsters, fire magic was powerful against forest monsters, light magic would be powerful versus dark and vice versa.
It was harder in practice. Switching rapidly from fire to ice and combining it with wind magic to increase the hardness of the ice, all while under extreme pressure not to screw up was difficult. Not to mention the difficulty of maintaining your emotions throughout the process. Since elemental magic was about feeling something deeply and releasing that feeling it was difficult to maintain. It’s tough to maintain your anger after blowing something up.
“Fuck!” Jericho growled as a ring of ice spikes formed around him. Another side effect of constantly practicing elemental magic was magic started to flow more freely with his emotions. “Not again.”
“It happens,” Jinx said in a rare moment of support. “As your pathways become capable of more powerful magic it takes less effort to cast smaller magic. Screwup. Dolt.”
Jinx had explained the key to becoming more powerful was filling the pathways until they were about to burst, then contracting and expanding them like muscles. To strengthen a fire pathway Jericho would fill his fire pathway with emotion and hold it for as long as he could before releasing a torrent of flame. That’s also why he was practicing condensing it. It was hitting the point where releasing it raw would cover a wide area.
Spirit magic which he learned after the binding ceremony was exercised similarly but there were no pathways. Instead of existing and filling a pathway Jericho simply spent time stretching it and tearing it, then waiting for it to repair itself. He’d pull it vertically, horizontally, sending it as far as it could go in any direction and holding it until he was exhausted.
But he wasn’t learning fast enough for Jinx.
“You’re just happy where you’re at,” Jinx growled judgmentally. “You’re completely content playing with the magic you know instead of putting in the work and I’m not going to help you be lazy. Derelict. Useless.”
“I’m trying my best,” Jericho grumbled. “I don’t understand what you expect me to do!”
“I’m trying to show you!” she huffed. “It’s not my fault you’re stupid. Bonehead. Jackass.”
“Maybe you’re just a bad teacher,” he snapped. A look of rage grew behind Jinxes glowing gold eyes. Jericho immediately tried to take it back but he was too late. Stabbing pain in his body started again as she pierced him with her spirit energy. “Sorry, shit. Ouch.”
All things kind of hurt in Forbidden Arcana, without pain there wouldn’t really be any pleasure, but the spikes Jinx used were probably on par with getting eaten by a dragon. Which while it happened a few times wasn’t something he enjoyed.
“Rude. Idiot. Jerk. Ass.” Jinx stopped her attack and turned around angrily. Jericho knew she was frustrated as well since he clearly wasn’t getting it and she was trying her best. “I’m hungry. Dimwit. Rodent.”
“Now?” Jericho said in disbelief. “But you were just…never mind.”
Jinx called it hunger which was accurate on some level. In reality, she simply needed to be fucked and filled once a day to recharge her spirit. If she wasn’t fulfilled daily, she’d return to the spectral form Jericho had found her in and regaining her body left her indisposed for a long period. It was much easier to keep her ‘fed’. And a lot more fun for him.
Jericho followed her inside of the cottage as she let her black dress fall to the ground. She was wearing the black lace bra and panties she’d picked out at the clothing merchant. They were easily the most expensive in the shop but the way they framed her already perfect ass made it worth it.
Her slender tan body and pale stripes had become more alluring to Jericho, the more he’d seen them the more infatuated he became. Her petite slender body was so warm and soft that he could cuddle with her for days. And her chest, he could spend hours with his face buried in it listening to her heartbeat and it’d be time well spent.
“What are you waiting for?” Jinx said looking over her shoulder at Jericho. She placed her hands on her hips confidently and swayed her ass. “Are you admiring the view? Deviant. Pervert.”
Jericho stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her before leaning down to kiss her neck. He could lose himself in the softness of her skin and flavor of her flesh. His hands moved up slowly lifting the brassiere over her breasts, exposing her perky nipples.
“I’m always admiring,” he whispered in her ear before biting it softly. She let out a little laugh as Jericho’s hands began massaging her breasts. “You’re so sexy.”
Jericho slid one hand down and around her body until it reached her ass and gave it a squeeze. It was surprisingly squishy given how perfectly shaped it was. He gave it quick hard slap causing Jinx to jump up. She flashed him an impish grin before running up the stairs to the bedroom. Jericho quickly gave chase and caught up just in time to see her diving into the bed and wrapping herself in covers.
“Oh, is that what we’re playing?” he laughed and removed his clothing while approaching the bed like a predator. She peeked out over the covers and quickly hid underneath. He lifted the blanket at the foot of the bed and began slowly crawling up until he found her leg and grabbed it. “What’s this?”
“Oh!” she squealed in delight as he began kissing up her naked calf, peppering in small teasing bites while moving upward. As soon as he made it to her panties, he practically tore them off her exposing her perfectly pink and glistening pussy. “Brute! Savage!”
Jericho buried his face in her dripping pussy licking up her flavor like he was dying of thirst. Each lick was filled full of sweet flavor he couldn’t get enough of and neither could she. And her legs writhed as he relentless assaulted her drenched pussy with his tongue.
“Glutton! Monster!” she moaned arching her back as Jericho attacked her clit with his tongue while inserting two fingers inside of her. With his fingers he beckoned her to cum and with his tongue he assured she’d obey. Within moments he felt her juices on his fingers as her pussy and legs clenched.
Jericho laughed while making his way up her body, kissing every inch of her along the way. He stopped as he reached her warm soft breasts and firm nipples. He loved to run his tongue around them before giving them a quick nibble and moving upward. He found her mouth and ensured she tasted herself on his tongue.
“Mmm,” she moaned as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Jericho guided her legs further apart as his cock neared her pussy. Jinx reached down and grabbed her legs, spreading them wider to ease the entrance of Jericho’s large cock.
“You feel so good,” Jericho growled in her ear as his cock slid inside her soaked cunt. It was always amazingly slick and tight no matter how many times he stretched her out. He leaned upward to get a better view of her petite body laying there holding her legs spread for him as his massive member impaled her. He especially loved how he could see movement in her stomach with each thrust of his cock. “Fuck.”
“So good,” she moaned out as her toes curled and her body trembled. Each thrust caused the intensity of her curls and shivers to increase until she’d finally cum. Afterward, it was always nearly
impossible for him not to. But he planned on seeing how long he could go. “Dunce. Cretin.”
“Fuck,” Jericho groaned as he felt her begin to orgasm on his dick. The slickness and tightness intensified as if trying to massage the cum out of him. He focused on anything other than how pleasurable the sensation was. Chairs, history, the latest popular fashion trends that aggravated the hell out of him, and it was working. It was buying him time.
“MMMRRR!” she roared out almost angrily as she bit her lip and released her legs to grab the headboard of the bed. Her slender body began arching like she was possessed as Jericho continued to thrust inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed as if she intended to cut him in half with them. She screamed through an insane smile, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! ASSHOLE! FUCKER! FUCK! DICKHEAD! CUNT!”
He felt a deluge as Jinx began squirting her nectar all over his cock while locking him in place with her legs. Her eyes looked almost murderous as she began thrusting in unison with him as if she was attempting to break herself on him. She continued to curse relentlessly while fucking him.
Jericho lost control and began releasing into her and she leaned up and threw her arms over his shoulders, clawing into his back latching on. He couldn’t have pulled away even if he wanted to. Her eyes glowed and she opened her mouth before diving in to bite his collarbone. The mixture of pleasure and pain as he continued to fill her up was beyond gratifying.
After what seemed like a minute of cumming inside of her he was ready to pull out but as soon as he attempted to move, he was met with an angry growl as she sank her teeth in deeper into his collarbone drawing blood. Her nails dug deeper into his back doing the same.
“Okay,” he groaned giving up and leaning forward as she continued to squeeze him with her legs and claw into him with her fingers. He was thankful for the pain limitations in the game because he imagined that level of brutality might not be as pleasurable in reality. His cock was still hard and every now and then he felt another pulse from it.