Forbidden Arcana: Mirage

by Tamryn Tamer

  “Mmm,” she purred as Jericho continued to lick her ass. “That’s a good little slut. Do you like the taste of your mistress’ asshole? Bitch? Whore?”

  “Yes mistress,” Jericho said while burying his tongue deep in her ass. Jinx pushed herself on his face and wiggled rapidly. Jericho’s cock was in pain, all he wanted to do was bury it in Jinx’s tight little asshole. Hell, any orifice.

  “Would you like your asshole licked? Worm. Insect.” Jinx smiled while staring back at Ariel.

  “I…I don’t know,” Ariel answered. Jinx pulled her to the table and forcefully bent her over. She grabbed Jericho’s hair and guided him to Ariel. Jericho wasted no time in licking every inch of her tiny porcelain ass. “Oh god. That feels so good.”

  Jinx thrust Jericho’s face into Ariel’s ass until he couldn’t breathe. After several seconds she allowed him to take a single breath before shoving his face back for more. Soon he found himself only getting half a breath, then a quarter of a breath, as if Jinx was attempting to suffocate him in Ariel’s tiny ass.

  “That’s enough,” Jinx pulled Jericho’s hair. She reached behind him and cut the bindings holding his arms. He almost toppled over when she lifted him from the chair and roughly guided him onto the dining table. Jericho leaned back on the table as Jinx climbed up and stood over him, her pussy dripping with excitement. “Ariel, tie him down. Flunky. Reject.”

  Ariel’s vines bound Jericho to the table as Jinx pressed her foot to his chest. She leisurely moved it up and down his body until finally, it reached his aching cock. She applied a little pressure as if she intended to step on it. Jericho readied the safe word.

  “Ariel,” Jinx said. “Would you like his cock or his face? Flea. Worm.”

  “His cock,” Ariel said climbing up onto the table, her pussy so wet juices were running down her thigh. “I want his cock.”

  Jericho gasped for air as Jinx wasted no time in straddling his face. Her slippery fluids dripped onto his tongue as she began rocking back and forth. He moaned into Jinx as Ariel’s pussy gradually slid down his cock. He immediately came.

  “How dare you!” Jinx pressed down onto his face as if she intended to crush him. He struggled to breathe as she continued to hold him there shaking her ass. “You are not allowed to cum without permission. Understand? Whore. Cunt.”

  “Yes mistress,” Jericho panted out as Jinx let him get a little bit of air. As soon as he answered she immediately started to suffocate him again.

  “God,” Ariel whined. “He’s still so hard. I don’t think it’s ever been this big before.”

  Jericho agreed. His cock was pulsing wildly as Ariel’s warm pussy tightened around it. He wanted to cum inside of the petite fairy again. His cock was ready and all he needed was a word from Jinx and he’d cum.

  “I’m cumming,” Jinx moaned out as she began to drip into his mouth. Jericho began lapping up every bit of Jinx’s nectar as she continued to rock and wiggle on his face. “Drink every drop. Slut. Degenerate.”

  “It feels so good,” Ariel whined. “Tell him to cum. Please.”

  “Fine,” Jinx said as her own shivers ceased. “Slut, cum. Whore. Bitch.”

  Jericho groaned as he released into Ariel’s pussy again filling her up. Ariel started giggling while rocking back and forth on his cock. Every few seconds she’d shudder and laugh again as small explosions went off inside of her.

  “Fuck that was hot,” Terra said. Jericho wanted to look and see what she was doing but Jinx was still relaxing on his face. “I think I’m going to get some rest now. For the record, you three are freaks. And Jericho, I’m both a little impressed and a little disgusted by you right now.”

  “Bye,” Ariel snickered while continuing to rock. After the laughter stopped, he felt her climb off of him. A few moments later Jinx got off of him as well and the bindings holding him down vanished.

  “See,” Jinx said as she leaned down and kissed him. She gave him a couple light slaps as well as some pecks on the cheek. “I’m everything you need. Cheater. Cad.”

  “Fuck,” Jericho moaned while trying to sit up. He was still having issues with his balance. “I can’t believe Terra saw that.”

  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Jinx said grabbing his cock harshly. “You love serving me, right? Adulterer. Lecher.”

  “Yes mistress,” Jericho answered as blood rushed to his face. Jinx smiled happily, before sliding on her pants and prancing off eager claim the master bedroom they’d won.

  Chapter 2

  Fairies and Friends

  Jericho’s complacency was starting to eat away at him. He was happier than he’d ever been but that happiness made him idle.

  He spent weeks focusing on the business of selling properties ensuring their village didn’t turn into a guild village. That required making sure no single guild owned more than a small portion of the property. Additionally, they wanted players who intended to stay in the village rather than resellers or speculators. It was a lot of work.

  He wasn’t a landlord or a developer, he was a mage. He was the most powerful mage in Forbidden Arcana and keeping that title meant advancing. Fortunately, every single day Jinx insisted on two things, being fed and Jericho training to the point of exhaustion. This ensured he advanced in elemental and spirit magic.

  Ariel was a much more forgiving trainer when it came to mind magic. She seemed to be excited and supportive regardless of the illusion Jericho created. He hated to say it but she was somewhat useless as a teacher. Cynthia, on the other hand, was much more effective. Not only did she push Jericho harder but her abilities were far beyond Ariel’s. Cynthia had no issue conjuring graphic scenes of sex and violence on a whim complete with smells and sounds.

  None of this was why he was feeling complacent. It was the fact it’d been weeks since he found out that a shapeshifter would unlock body magic and he’d made no progress in locating one. Instead, it was all business and training.

  He’d checked forums and visited various vendors of rare books and scrolls during downtime but found nothing relating to shapeshifters. But there was one place left he could check.

  “Where are you going?” Ariel asked as Jericho checked his equipment. “Should I be getting ready too?”

  “No,” Jericho said as the half-naked fairy woke up. Jinx slept peacefully beside her. “I’m heading to Raycastle.”

  “Should I wake up Jinx?” Ariel stared nervously at the sleeping familiar. Waking her up wasn’t something that Jericho would ever recommend. He shook his head, “You don’t want to take us?”

  “Well,” Jericho said unsure of how to answer. “Raycastle and the surrounding area is exclusively human.”

  “Exclusively human?” Ariel asked confused. “What does that mean?”

  “They kill monsters,” Jericho answered. Ariel squeezed her pillow and looked away. “I know how that sounds but I assure you, I don’t think you’re a monster. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

  “Why are you going?” Ariel sulked. Jericho didn’t blame her for sulking. He should have avoided using the word monster.

  “Raycastle Library,” Jericho answered. “It has the largest collection of bestiaries in the world. I’m hoping I can find some useful information on shapeshifters.”

  Jericho and Ariel both froze as Jinx growled and rolled over. After waiting silently for a few seconds, he continued.

  “I don’t plan on staying there long,” Jericho whispered. “Once I find information on sha…” he paused as Jinx’s eyebrows furrowed, “on the familiar that shall not be named. I’ll leave. I don’t like that place and I don’t like those people. You have nothing to worry about.”

  “Okay. I understand. But be careful,” Ariel said while putting on a cheerful expression. “And come back soon.”

  “I will,” Jericho leaned forward and kissed Ariel before leaning down to kiss Jinx as well. “See you soon.”

  Jericho rushed downstairs. While the master bedroom was gratuitously
large and extravagant, Cynthia was right about the inconvenience of being on a higher floor. He passed Terra’s empty room which had already become a sea of clothing and eventually he arrived at the first floor.

  “Leaving?” Cynthia asked from the library. “If you are, I would like you to pick up some herbs.”

  “Have Ariel or Jinx pick up your herbs,” Jericho said. “I’m heading out of the village for a while.”

  “I don’t want to ask them,” Cynthia appeared in the library doorway wearing her transparent mesh bodysuit. Jericho’s eyes fixated on her nipples poking through and the trimmed hair of her black bush. “I’m asking you. Besides, these aren’t local herbs.”

  “I’m busy,” Jericho objected as Cynthia walked towards him. Her hips swayed hypnotically as she approached. “Maybe another…”

  “Shh,” she pressed her finger against his lips. With her free hand she started feeling his chest, then his abs, then finally she slid it into his trousers. She deftly unbuckled them exposing his massive cock. She started to run her fingers along his cock before reaching under to grip his balls. “I only want to hear one thing from you, understand?”

  “Okay,” Jericho answered flustered. “What do you want?”

  “No,” Cynthia tightened her grip. Her glowing green eyes sent a shiver down his spine. “That’s not how you talk to me. Remember?”

  “Sorry goddess,” Jericho answered. “What would you like me to pick up?”

  “Good boy,” Cynthia smiled while moving her hand back to his shaft and starting to stroke. “I need Dragon’s Tongue and Lunar Roses. Will you promise to get those for me?”

  “The herbalist won’t carry those,” Jericho groaned as Cynthia continued to stroke him. She grabbed his hand and guided it to her mouth and began sucking on his finger. “They’re insanely rare.”

  “Don’t you want to please me,” Cynthia said while licking his finger. Jericho’s cock was already throbbing as her soft hand sped up. “It would make your goddess so happy. Remember, I only want to hear one thing from you. Do you promise to pick me up Dragon’s Tongue and Lunar Roses?”

  “Yes goddess,” Jericho answered. Cynthia smiled wickedly as she rapidly stroked his cock.

  “Now cum for your goddess,” Cynthia commanded while putting her foot forward as a target. Jericho let out a groan as he came. She continued to stroke it as he released all over the ground and her foot. After a few moments, she smiled and slapped his face lightly. “That’s a good boy. If you bring me those herbs, I’ll be very pleased. If you don’t, I’ll be forced to punish you for breaking a promise. Understand?”

  “Yes goddess,” Jericho said while putting his cock away.

  “You may kiss me goodbye,” Cynthia said in a tone that indicated it wasn’t a choice. He leaned forward and kissed her delicately only to have her harshly bite his lip. “Don’t forget.”

  Cynthia smiled wryly before turning to head back to the library. Ariel was right, Cynthia had some strange power he was helpless to resist. He was definitely going to have to find those herbs but his priority had to be Raycastle.

  The only time he’d gone to Raycastle he was turned away at the front gate. The base requirements for entrance varied but they were all pretty horrific. If it was as simple as killing goblins he’d have made it in, but the developers wanted Raycastle to be darker than that.

  One way to gain entry to Raycastle was killing a hundred non-humans. This included elves, dark elves, orcs, beast men, or any other intelligent non-human race. But players didn’t count toward the number and neither did soldiers or bandits, it had to be innocent civilians.

  An alternative requirement was capturing and delivering non-humans to Raycastle where they’d be tortured for entertainment. The minimum requirement was ten non-human prisoners and they’d let you enter the citadel.

  A final possibility for entry was the killing of important non-humans. That’s where Jericho thought he may have an opportunity. He’d killed three fairy elders and their two guards. He was pretty sure that would be enough to gain him entrance, as long as they counted.

  He had no idea what to expect so he prepared the same as he would for a player versus player encounter. He’d stocked up on a variety of potions as well as a few enchanted items. For armor, he was wearing a new assortment he’d put together. His black mages coat and pants were reinforced with leather and enchanted to increase physical resistance slightly. Rather than traditional mages gloves and boots he wore hard leather boots and gloves also enchanted to increase physical resistance. Overall, it’d do very little against any warrior or assassin but provided just enough armor to minimize ranged weapon damage.

  “Jericho,” A familiar voice stopped him as he arrived at the portal outside of the village. He turned to see Raven approaching him with Endgame officers in tow. The grey-skinned dark elf grinned malevolently at him. Her violet eyes seethed rage. “Where are you running off to?”

  “Errands,” Jericho answered. He realized he hadn’t spoken to her since before freeing the fairy village. He wasn’t quite sure why she was angry but there was really an excess of reasons. “What can I do for you.”

  “What can you do for me?” Raven clenched her jaw. She didn’t seem to be her normal controlled self. “I honestly don’t know how to respond to that.”

  “He could give us thirty million gold,” Kaos said. The large orc warrior cracked his knuckles. “In the end, that’s what this is about.”

  “I don’t follow,” Jericho said while staring at the group. He noticed a familiar face that didn’t belong. A tall skinny dark-haired human mage wearing a black and white checkered robe and a harlequin mask. “Owl, why are you with Endgame?”

  “I joined a few weeks ago,” the formerly number one mage answered. Jericho previously explained to Owl how elemental magic worked as payment for his assistance. It seemed that since then his skills had advanced to the point Endgame took an interest.

  “Jericho,” Raven feigned a smile. “We need to discuss our relationship.”

  “Relationship?” Jericho asked confused. “You mean the night at your place?”

  “I mean our friendship!” Raven did her best to retain her composure but seemed like she might explode any second. Unfortunately for Jericho, he had no idea why she was upset with him. “And ultimately whether you’re my friend or an enemy.”

  “This is a waste of time,” Owl removed his harlequin mask to rub the bridge of his nose. “Jericho isn’t a planner or a plotter.”

  “Some concerning information has come to my attention and I’d wish to discuss it,” Raven said while ignoring Owl. “It calls our friendship into question.”

  “We’re friends,” Jericho sighed. “Any information you have that suggests otherwise is wrong.”

  “I’d like to believe that,” Raven said calmly. “Unfortunately, it’s that desire to believe it that creates the problem. There is what I want to believe, and the facts. The fact is you engaged my troops outside of Rend causing embarrassment to Endgame.”

  “We’ve been over that,” Jericho shook his head. “That was Endgame’s fault.”

  “I acknowledge that. But it’s possible you purposefully aimed for a delivery to Rend knowing full well Endgame would attack and always had the intended goal of embarrassing us. Then there’s Dayrose village.” Raven gestured to the fairy village. “You knew you were going to unlock it but you didn’t tell me. That seems like something a friend would do.”

  “I acknowledge that,” Jericho said defensively. “As long as you acknowledge that you would have positioned yourself to buyout the entire village if you’d been notified about it ahead of time.”

  “We don’t know that,” Raven responded coldly even though she knew Jericho was right. She seemed to be gauging Jericho’s reaction. He knew she must have a specific reason for approaching him and didn’t understand why she was beating around the bush. It was irritating him.

  “What is this about?” Jericho asked. He considered Raven a friend and s
he was easily one of Jinx’s favorite people. He didn’t like feeling like their friendship was on the rocks. “Lay it all out and we’ll figure it out together.”

  “I’ve received information that you arranged the delivery to Rend for the sole purpose of humiliating Endgame,” Raven said while watching Jericho’s reactions carefully. “You knew about the existence of this village for months and told nobody. You planted spies in Endgame…”

  “You can’t possibly…” Jericho objected.

  “I’m not finished!” Raven continued. “You planted spies in Endgame to monitor economic activity and promote investments in several villages knowing full well once you unlocked Dayrose it’d cause those property values to plummet costing Endgame millions. This, in turn, incited Grim to assault Endgame leading to several weeks of war, more financial losses, and the poaching of officers.”

  “Seriously?” Jericho tried not to laugh at the ridiculous accusation.

  “We have multiple witnesses who say…” Kaos interceded.

  “I don’t care what they say,” Jericho burst out laughing. He looked at the three of them and then focused on Raven. “Raven, you’re giving me too much credit. I’m not that smart.”

  “You’re the number one mage in the game,” Raven said. “You can’t claim you’re not smart.”

  “Jericho,” Owl said. “I personally believe you. I’ve told Raven that you’re not one for plans or plots.”

  “Exactly,” Jericho said gesturing at Owl. “You get me.”

  “But,” Owl continued. “You must admit that you have every reason to lie. What reason do our informants have to lie?”

  “How would I know?” Jericho paused. Somebody was giving Raven misinformation so he stopped to think about who it would benefit. Additionally, he started to think about how Raven going after him would play out. He came to a much simpler answer than a well-orchestrated plot, a poorly orchestrated one, “They’re out to get Raven.”

  “What?” Raven asked. “How does sending me after you impact me? You can’t really be so full of yourself you believe you can take me on.”