Lightfoot

by Joe Kuster

  His magic swooned, practically drunk as it danced across their bond. Her essence vibrated happily in response, causing a small gasp of pleasure to escape Abby’s lips.

  Her body dipped lower, caressing his rapidly stiffening cock through his robes. Her breath felt hot on his skin as he pulled her tight against him. She gently combed her fingers through his hair as she claimed his lips. When they came up for air, his thoughts disappeared as he got lost in her stunning green eyes.

  “Your magic feels delicious,” she said, her voice going soft and seductive. “I want more inside me. As much as I can hold. Filled to ze brim. Stuff it in hard and stretch me to overflowing with your… magic.”

  He gave a groan as she ground against his erection. “Not fair. I’m supposed to be the wanton one. Sworn to shamelessly partake of the flesh.”

  She grinned deviously. “You can do it to please your oaths if you wish. I will do it because zat is what we both want. Now, quit holding back, I need you inside me. Make me feel loved, Master.”

  “Master?” TJ coughed.

  She grinned. “Yes. I am now yours to care for, or did I say it wrong?”

  “Uh, you said it right, but that word has a lot of meanings in this language. Some of them aren’t positive, or I guess it would be more accurate to say what it implies about you,” he replied. He was trying to ignore her light teasing caress down his neck but failing.

  She nodded. “I’m aware, but it’s ze closest word zat I could find, and it would make me happy to call you zat. I know you would not abuse me.” She trailed a fingernail under his chin as she leaned in close. “Now, allow me to see to my master’s needs and my goddess’s desires.”

  <❤️>

  He nodded, panting as their magic began to intertwine in an intimate embrace.

  Hands moving in deft motions, she freed his manhood from his robes, then pressed in close. Since both of them lacked any undergarments, he could feel her wet opening glide against his sensitive skin. She began kissing his neck while she ground against him, having no desire for foreplay this time.

  Raising at just the right angle, she spread her legs to accommodate him. With a deep moan, she settled atop him, taking his hardness into her welcoming warmth. Giving out a guttural moan, she eased deeper and pressed him into the ground as she stretched to accommodate him. She licked his neck and carded her fingers through his hair as she offered up her effusive attentions. Once fully astride him, she tensed her internal muscles, milking him with her tightness in a way that left his eyes rolling into the back of his head while she rubbed her clit.

  TJ’s hand found her hips as he coaxed her on and began meeting her slow thrusts with his own. Her molten core soaked his shaft as their magical bonds lit up like an inferno. Their magic was pulled taut between them, instantly finding a resonation that amplified everything they felt.

  The fingers on her free hand twisted into his hair as she put her forehead to his. Her breathing sped up as skin slid against skin in an escalating crescendo of need. He grabbed her hips tight, pulling her onto him and plunging deep into her as she continued rubbing at her sex with slick fingers.

  Their cadence escalated as their skin began to glow gold. He pounded into Abby, splitting her wide as she gave hiccupping moans. Unable to help himself, he gasped in pleasure as he bucked into her. She welcomed every plunge and pushed back even harder.

  “Fuck, I need you,” he groaned.

  Abby answered, “Zen take me. Make me yours, Master.”

  Pushing her backward, he pinned her to the soft grass and thrust into her. She cried out as he ground into her, and she took him to the hilt. He pulled a breast into his mouth and pressed his teeth into her nipple. She moaned in pleasure as he pushed into her.

  Getting a wicked idea, he scooped his arms under her, pulled her tight to his body, and unfurled his wings. Keeping one hand under her back and the other under the curve of her hips, he began to flap. They rose above the campsite as he pulled them upright and held his knees bent to give her a platform. She gave a squeal of delight and squirmed against him as they flew higher. Each flap of his wings thrust him deeper into her.

  Her green eyes blazed with excitement as she rode him hard, clutching at his back. Her head rolled back as she let out a long wondrous moan into the night. Brazenly, she freed one hand and grabbed at the collar of his robes, leaning back, allowing him to thrust even deeper into her as she kept her legs wrapped around him.

  She pulled him into a fierce kiss as she rolled her hips to meet his pace. His hard shaft pummeled deep into her silken slit as she moaned and bucked.

  “Yes, yes, like zat. I’m almost…” she panted.

  Crying out her pleasure into the night, she bit into his neck as her hips locked up in short, tight thrusts. Her wet tunnel tightened on his shaft, and he quickly lost all sense of control. He sunk deep into her as he pumped her full of his seed. He continued to thrust into her as she squeezed his manhood and wrapped her legs tight around his hips.

  He slumped against her as nonsensical noises came from her mouth. She trembled against him, but neither made a move to pull away as he slowly eased them to the ground. She continued to gasp for air, clinging to his body as he gently sat them against the tree where he’d initially been.

  He had expected her to pull away, but instead, she relished the feel of him and slowly caressed his neck while she caught her breath. He sensed another active strand of magic alongside Abby’s as it seductively probed his core.

  As his hammering heart slowed, he made out muffled gasps of lustful need from Rachel’s tent. Unable to help himself, he reached over the bond. His magic roamed her body as she writhed. As it mapped out her flesh, he found her groaning as her hand rubbed at her sex in a fast oval, desperately trying to find release while she sensed his and Abby’s joined bodies in turn.

  Unable to miss the sounds or the magical voyeur, Abby whispered, “I fear ze trip may be very trying on Mistress Rachel.”

  “I’ll give her credit; I wouldn’t have lasted a day if the roles were reversed. I’m not made for celibacy,” he admitted.

  Abby gave a gentle laugh and her fingers through his hair. “Me as well. After ze trouble I went through to end up in zis body, I will enjoy finally being able to properly break it in. Now… zat’s one pleasure hole down. Shall we find some oil, and fill another to give our companion a more complete experience?”

 

  TJ shook his head, trying to get his eyes to focus but failed. All he could see was overwhelming golden light. Realizing that he was inside his soul, he began to relax.

  All his worldly worries seemed to slip away as he floated in the ether. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. It was like he was back in the meadow, flying in the sunlight. The only place he’d ever felt safe growing up.

  After what felt like a long time, he felt the press of divine attention and opened his eyes.

  TJ, are you just fucking with me at this point?

  “I, uh… What?” he asked, confused.

  Seriously. You’ve been there a few days. It’s not even been a week, and I’ve got two stick-up-their-ass deities throwing a hissy-fit over you.

  TJ grumbled, “Ah, hell. Is this about Abby?”

  Yeah, no shit, Abby. I mean, she’s a good girl and got a raw deal, but are you just out there looking for the ones with god-tier stalkers?

  “Shit, I’m sorry, Serina,” TJ apologized. “What do you need me to do?”

  I’ll tell you what I’m not going to do. I’m not going to go antagonizing her motherfucking ex-deity, that’s what. She’s a scary-ass bitch. She’s all love and freedom, and never makes you suspect a thing, but anyone opposed to her ends up getting dusted. Right now, she’s giving that honeyed smile that she gives anyone about to get a knife in the back, all because you decided a premium piece of tail was worth a divine contract for power.

  TJ’s heart sped up as he let that soak in. “She’s… I… I actually like her a lot. And I, well, I think I l
ove her. Or at least I’m falling for her. Please, I’m begging you, don’t make me send Abby away.”

  Serina gave a loud sigh.

  No, I wasn’t going to be that much of a bitch. Especially not after that blessing anchored on you. It was a love finding spell with some interesting tidbits attached to it. Given what I did to hide you, well… let’s just say I’m not surprised how that played out in retrospect. You were a lighthouse to a ship desperately lost in a fog.

  TJ raised an eyebrow. “Wait, wait… go back. What was that part about a love spell?”

  Ah, no, not that kind. It’s kind of a guiding thing that puts compatible people on the same path, so it’s reasonably safe. Of course, now that it’s fired, it also means you’re fated to continue crossing paths. It gets into things I can’t discuss, and breaking it would harm her in ways I can’t explain. She doesn’t deserve that. You saving her is cool by me, but I need to make a showing of respect. Otherwise, I’ll get curb-stomped into next Tuesday.

  “Not really sure I follow. Does that mean we owe Abby’s old goddess a favor?” TJ asked.

  That’s the idea. When you get to Ardsville, I need you to break into a church and open a container as a way of making amends. You don’t need to do anything other than that. I guess the godly dipshit got her herald turned to a pillar of salt in a religious war on another realm.

  “A herald?” he asked, being unfamiliar with the term.

  In this case, a filthy fucking layabout that just wanted to frolic with his elves. He got divine bitch-slapped, and it took him off the board. I think his goddess got sick of his women whining about a lack of dick, so you’re getting pulled in because they hid his vessel on this plane. With enough bowing and scraping, she’ll probably let it slide if I make good on freeing the horny bastard.

  “You act like I’m not a filthy layabout, and show me a hot elf, and I’d probably be banging her too,” TJ laughed.

  Ah, TJ, I hope you never change. Your little harem isn’t as accepted there as your women are pretending for your sake.

  If I’d known you’d land on a shithole realm like this, I’d have changed what commandments I gave you. I figured you’d… well, some modern worlds are sorely short of men and are surprisingly open-minded. I assumed you’d opt for one of those. Here, you run a pretty high risk of being ostracized for your free-love attitude, and at a minimum, Rachel will suffer for it. She knows it; she just hasn’t said anything.

  TJ rolled his eyes. “Fuck. I was kind of wondering about that. Rachel seemed hesitant to discuss it at first. Then she kinda just gave in. Let me guess, it’s a social taboo somewhere akin to having sex with a farm animal, right? It happens, but you’ll be shunned the moment anyone finds out about it. Unless you’re so high up in their society that different rules apply and you’re untouchable.”

  Pretty much. Every major deity here has strict rules about what constitutes an acceptable family structure. Given the king’s patron is a fucking pencil-pushing bureaucrat, the only exception is when it’s considered necessary to maintain order. About the only time that happens is if the new woman is part of a contract, a gift, or a slave. Since Rachel doesn’t rate high enough for political arrangements to secure territories or trade, she would be viewed as a slaver that doesn’t mind if her husband samples the merchandise to keep them in line.

  TJ growled. “Seriously? That’s bullshit, and you know it. This realm is fucked up.”

  Serina gave a long sigh.

  You’re coming from a very different place. Few in this world would share your outrage. I wish I could say this was unusual, but it’s not. My family was intentional about how we set up Eden’s Meadow, but it’s left you with messed up expectations.

  Even if Rachel had her title already, that doesn’t come with enough pull to support how I planned on you fulfilling our bindings. I’m not going to apologize for saving your life, but after the goblin thing and committing you to free the herald, I feel like I owe you a choice on this one.

  Are you going to be ok if I start making deals on your behalf? I have no idea what that’ll entail yet, but it’s usually some sort of feat or errand for another god or maybe two. If I can get an audience, I might be able to swing something.

  TJ paused, giving it significant thought. Any meddling carried risks. At the same time, he really didn’t want to be forced into a situation where he’d have to give up Abby. Hell, he was still trying to figure out a way to keep Bethany at his side. If this realm were going to make that problematic, he’d need to do something. Even if he didn’t care what others thought of him, he didn’t want this blowing back on Rachel.

  Sighing, he nodded.

  He knew it would probably come with strings attached, but he couldn’t stomach the idea of losing anyone. Serina could have done it one way or another, but she’d given him a choice. Freeing the herald was the cost of Abby being with him. That was fine, he’d make it work. Whatever task he ended up with to make sure Rachel wasn’t made a social pariah because of it, he’d do it and try not to complain.

  Alright. I’ll do what I can to make it happen. By the way, you should be kissing my fucking toes that I convinced Rachel you deserve as many women as you want.

  “I’d kiss a lot more than that if you were actually here,” TJ said seriously. “I miss you a lot, you know.”

  Yeah, I miss you too. It’s gonna be a boring next few years. You’re all I’ve really got to entertain myself. It just looks like I’m meditating to the guards watching my room, but I can watch the metaverse for your realm. It’s only one channel compared to the thousands I’m used to. I’m going to miss the modern worlds, but I’ll take what I can get.

  Pretty soon, you’ll have enough of a connection I can cohabit your bodies. Once I can, we’re going to make extra planar conjugal visits a thing. Gonna need you to fuck me until I can’t see straight, and we just so happen to have a near-perfect proxy body handy. Poor Rachel won’t be able to walk for a week with the dirty things I want you to do to me.

  TJ chuckled to himself, then asked, “How are you? I mean, really?”

  Been better. Bored out of my fucking skull. They haven’t decided on my punishment for everything. I’m already looking at four years of being sent to my room for the tether and portal thing. No visitors allowed other than family. No books. No instructors. Nothing.

  It would have gone a lot worse if they’d gotten their hands on you. I confessed to some of the stuff I did, and that was bad enough. If they’d have seen the entire situation, it would have gotten very messy for both of us.

  “I’m surprised they didn’t sever our bond,” TJ said.

  They can’t break our connection without hurting me, or at least not yet. Although that’s another kick in the crotch that I need to bring up.

  TJ pressed his fingers into his temples. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”

  Sorry, hot stuff. I was able to use Faith to anchor you. That was step one.

  Unfortunately, they plan to starve me out and force me to remove the binding myself, so they put an enchantment on my room to cut me off from the divine flow. I need to anchor myself to your realm to get reconnected, and that isn’t as easy. Without it, I’ll eventually run out of juice to keep you powered. And, since your soul is anchored to a phylactery running on my magic…

  “Ah, shit. More soul stuff again?” TJ complained.

  Yep. But don’t complain about the soul container too much. You wouldn’t have survived the portal to a mortal realm otherwise. That and Rachel’s soul would have faded to nothingness. I wasn’t prepared to handle something like that yet.

  I’ve got options to fix the starvation bit, but the easiest ones won’t work. Every square inch of that mud-ball is already claimed for thousands of miles in any direction, so I can’t sanctify a new church. I don’t need much, only a few feet really. It’s impossibly convoluted, but I need something that can send divine energy my way. Otherwise, you’ll eventually tap me out.

  “So, when I have sex, or sl
eep, or whatever, I’m pulling from you directly?” he asked.

  Mostly. You pick up whatever ambient mana is around too. But since most of it comes from me, and I can’t gain any more, well… you see where that ends up. Essence starvation will kill me just as sure as anything, and that’ll take both of us down. Well, all three of us. Rachel is stuck in there too. Abby would be cut free. She’d just be a full-on emo girl for the rest of her life and not in the wearing dark clothes and listening to terrible music way.

  TJ did his best to ignore the stuff that he didn’t have the context to understand. Serina would make sure he knew what he needed to know.

  He pondered the issue for a moment, then asked, “So, that makes it sound like I’m not quite off the hook yet. If they are trying to starve you out, that means they are still planning to kill me.”

  Serina made a long grumble that had lots of curse words interspersed throughout.

  Yeah… yeah, they are. I’ve got you hidden, just stay away from insulting my aunt. You’re right. She can sense her name or calls for Deva aid. She doesn’t know where you are, but she’ll peel your flesh for sullying her niece if she finds you.

  Honestly, on the energy thing, I’m still figuring out what to do. It takes a significant symbolic action to desecrate a church. Shy of that, I could try to rush a pantheon and join up, but I don’t have enough energy to pay their fees. That and they’re all douchebags.

  I may have to sell myself out in ways I don’t want to discuss to keep you alive. It would be a lot less fun than what you were doing to get by. The most powerful gods in your realm are real pieces of work. The options aren’t pretty. Let me worry about the metaphysical side. I’ll let you know if I find something.

  TJ pinched his eyes tight and gave a long exhale. He could tell when Serina was underselling something. He’d find a way. He didn’t know how, but he wasn’t about to let her sacrifice at that level for him.