Danica Pt. 06

Danica pulled out the necklace with a smile. The smile was enough to tell Celes that Danica had completed her task without the need to take a life. The old woman smiled wide and hugged Danica.

They decided a little spite toward Zoraster in celebration was in order, and Danica spent the day in the town. She tried the spicy local food and bought some clothing in the local fashion. Celes requested that Danica purchase a few odds and ends for her as well. It was a welcome break and diversion from the truth of their imprisonment by Zoraster.

Celes transported them back to Zoraster's abode and took the necklace to someone who would deliver it to the Archmage. Danica took some of the drug that increased alertness, trying to remain active until the normal time she went to bed so that she could return to a normal sleeping schedule. She noticed it was earlier here than when she and Celes had left, which revealed that Gottside was far to the East. How far do the madman's designs reach? Danica wondered.

Danica had been yawning when she returned to her chambers. When she felt the sleepiness conquered by the drug, she gathered some things and visited the pale man in the complex to receive permission to go into the city until the next afternoon.

She just did reach the craftsman Carolyn had told her about before he closed up shop for the evening. She used most of the remainder of her coin to pay the advance he requested to make her woodworking tools. The rest she would pay when they were finished and she picked them up. He told her it would take two weeks to fashion a full set of the woodworking tools.

Danica then made her way to Carolyn's shop, catching Carolyn and her mother leaving for the day.

"Danica," Carolyn called out with a wide smile as she saw the redhead approaching.

"Hello, Carolyn. I was about to go get something to eat. Would you like to go with me?"

Carolyn glanced over at her mother, silently asking for permission.

The woman eyed Danica for a moment, and then snorted once before replying, "Don't be too late, and don't drink too much. If you come home staggering again, I'll throttle you good. You hear me?"

"Yes, Mother," Carolyn answered, and then followed Danica to the tavern.

"Your toy still holds its enchantment?" Danica asked with a wink as they ate.

"Mmm hmm," Carolyn replied and smiled. "Though, it doesn't get used all that often. I've been sneaking off with Kyle a lot." She blushed as she spoke and giggled when she finished.

Danica smiled and moaned slightly. "There's much to be said for the real thing," she said with a laugh.

They continued to talk and finished their meal, as Danica felt her desire flaring up inside her. She had not been with a man or a woman in a very long time. She had even felt wetness gathering between her legs when the Heraklan and the worker had touched her breasts on her last task. "Would you like to get a room for a few hours?" Danica asked quietly and ran her foot along the young woman's leg.

Carolyn shuddered and shook her head in the affirmative, a broad smile brightening her face. Danica approached the keeper and used the last of her coin to secure a room. The two women then went upstairs.

Danica pulled one of the cotton plugs from a small bag she carried, explaining to Carolyn what they were for, and then demonstrated how to insert them. She then helped Carolyn insert one as well. When she pulled it back out, she replaced it with her tongue.

Carolyn moaned in contentment as Danica's tongue ran up and down her folds, and between them to caress her walls.

Danica slid a finger in between Carolyn's labia, moistening it in the brunette's wetness, and then slipped the tip slowly into the girl's ass, drawing a gasp of air followed by a moan from the young woman. She rotated her finger slowly in the beautiful brunette's bottom while flicking her tongue between Carolyn's labia. Every so often, she let her tongue wrap around Carolyn's clit as she tasted her.

Danica's tongue slid deep inside to lap at the pool of Carolyn's wetness. She pushed her finger a little deeper, pumping it in the brunette's ass. The strokes of Danica's tongue strengthened as she sucked the woman's nether lips. She moaned into Carolyn's sex, completely absorbed in the bittersweet taste and scent of the young woman's arousal.

As Carolyn's pleasure mounted, Danica's tongue went more often to the younger woman's throbbing bud, wrapping around it and rolling it with firm pressure. She could hear Carolyn's breathing steadily becoming more rapid, as well as the increase in intensity of the young woman's moans, and knew it wouldn't be long.

Danica wrapped her lips around Carolyn's hood and clit. She sucked hard and slid her tongue as deep as she could, moving it back and forth and pressing upward to make contact with the bottom of the young woman's clit. Carolyn's hands came to rest on the back of Danica's head. With a whimper of release, Carolyn shuddered in orgasm.

Danica explored Carolyn's wet heat with her tongue, lapping up the creamy juices as the young woman quivered through her orgasm. When Carolyn's rapid breathing subsided, Danica slid up the brunette's still quivering body and kissed her. Carolyn sucked on Danica's tongue, and then ran her tongue over Danica's face to taste her own juices.

Carolyn tugged on Danica's upper body, and Danica slid forward in response. Carolyn wrapped her lips around one of Danica's nipples and sucked gently.

Danica moaned, "Mmm hmm -- oh yes," as the young woman suckled her erect bud.

Carolyn released her lips and flicked her tongue over the nipple. Her hands moved to massage Danica's breasts as she sucked the nipple back in.

Danica moaned and rubbed her sex on the young woman's leg as Carolyn sucked her so well. Carolyn switched nipples and one of her hands slid downward to caress Danica's folds.

Danica slid forward when she could wait no longer. She lowered her aching need to Carolyn's face and the other woman lapped her hungrily. Danica rocked her hips slightly against the young woman's face, rising straight up and squeezing her nipples hard as Carolyn sent her soaring toward climax.

Danica's hips rocked harder as she drew closer to release. Carolyn responded by increasing the pressure of her tongue, and moving it more quickly. Danica could feel the swelling of her orgasm near the breaking point. She pinched her nipples hard, pulling them outward and gasping as she reached the point of no return.

Carolyn kept her in that sweet state for a moment, and then Danica spiraled over the edge with a growled moan of pleasure. She came hard, and Carolyn drank her sweet juices while moaning into Danica's quivering folds.

They relaxed for a while afterward, held in each other's arms enjoying the afterglow, their bodies touching one another. Carolyn reluctantly got up and returned home after a while, because her mother would be looking for her soon.

Danica pulled the covers up over her and fell asleep.

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Danica awoke the next morning and returned to her chambers in the complex atop the hill. She had dreamed about a beautiful woman, created in her mind from the glimpses of what Celes really looked like. The dream image of Celes had slid her whole hand nearly to the wrist inside Danica, stretching her and making her come hard. Danica had used her toy to let off the pressure before she got up to leave, too aroused to think straight until she climaxed.

The dream sparked a memory in Danica as she walked through the complex back to her rooms. She stopped at the library on the way, and found the volume she sought. When she returned to her rooms she sat down to study the spells within.

The spells created forms of magical force that resembled hands. The Interposing Hand created an enormous disembodied hand between the caster and anything coming toward them. It could hold back the strongest of men, and even give pause to a giant. The Forceful Hand added an ability to the hand enabling it to push objects away from the caster, though the size of the magical hand was smaller. The Crushing Fist spell could strike targets with tremendous strength or grab them and crush them in a tight grip.

Over the course of the next five days, Danica mastered the powerful spells. She tested them on the grounds, pushing a large boulder near the bathing pond with great ease. Another casting let her squeeze it until cracks formed a web over its surface. Finally, she shattered it with the Crushing Fist.

The spells were powerful ones, and they would serve Danica well if she ever faced creatures that relied upon physical forces to attack. They also made Danica think of several less powerful, but no less useful ways to utilize the type of force the hands generated. She had never before created an original spell, and she still had the vision of her next magic item burning in her mind.

To that end, she decided to go to the man who managed Zoraster's coin. She withdrew what Zoraster had promised her for the purchase of her tools and materials as a reward for completing her last task.

Danica made her way to the room where Zoraster had instructed her to go. She knocked on the door and it opened for her. When Danica walked inside, she felt the oppressing gloom of a dispell on the place. She knew no magic would function within this room. The only thing to see was a solidly built bald man with very prominent eyebrows, seated behind a large desk counting coin.

The man carefully recorded something in a ledger before him and then looked up, "You would be Danica. I assume you are here to withdraw coin held on account for you?"

Danica said, "Yes, a large amount to purchase..."

He closed his eyes and his face showed concentration. He opened his eyes and held up a hand. "I know what you seek. One moment while I make some calculations, and I will get your coin." He then pulled out a piece of parchment paper and took up a pen to record something on it.

Danica felt her body stiffen suddenly, and she tried with all her might to move. Panic set in when she realized that she couldn't move a muscle.

Danica, Do not panic, she heard the man's voice say, though his lips did not move and he did not look up from his calculations.

A psionic, Danica thought with horror. Wizards of the Art feared Psionics. Those with the gift were rare, and their powers sprang directly from their minds. There were very few spells that could combat such powers, and thus they were a subject of fear and loathing amongst those who practiced magic.

Yes, I am a psionic, Danica heard him say in her mind, I am going to release control of your body now. Do not be afraid. Speak with your mind -- I will hear. Do not speak aloud, and keep your demeanor passive. Do not give any outward appearance I am speaking to you thus. Can you do this?

Danica thought, Yes, and felt her body relax. She leaned back in the chair and tried to look as if nothing untoward had happened.

You are unaware, but you have the power of the mind as well, she heard his voice say. Zoraster would disapprove most vehemently to me telling you this, but my loyalty to those who share the gift is much stronger than any loyalty I have to others in this world. If you open your mind, you will find you can hear other's thoughts.

Danica listened to the man's mind-speech, amazed that he could continue to scrawl figures while speaking to her this way. He continued, From the order of your mind, I sense you could manipulate physical objects with your mind to a great degree through telekinesis. You may have even noticed that spells utilizing telekinesis have a much stronger effect when you cast them, for they are reinforced by the powers of your mind. You should be able to speak into other's minds, and perhaps even more. It appears your primary skills are in telekinesis, however. You even have some small amount of pyrokinetic ability, the ability to start fires with the power of your mind, though this is extremely limited.

As he continued, Danica realized he had guessed correctly. The one thing at which she had always excelled was using telekinetic magic. It was a small thing, however, and had done little to convince her she was anything but mediocre, as she had considered herself all her life.

You should open your mind and develop your powers, but do so in secret. To reveal them to the world is to invite scorn and hatred. To reveal them to Zoraster would mean death. Speak not of what I have told you, and reveal me not -- else I will be forced to rend your mind asunder. I cannot risk anyone learning I have the power. Do you understand?

Yes -- and no, Danica thought.

I understand your confusion. Simply open your mind and feel your powers, they will come in time, he mentally replied.

"I have calculated the amount. One moment while I acquire the coin," he then said aloud. Danica started a bit at his spoken voice, but it would have hardly seemed unusual considering she had been sitting, looking to be lost in thought for some time.

The man brought her a sack that jingled heavily when he lay it down on the counter. "This is the special amount set aside. You still retain a set amount reserved for you that will renew each month. It will compound if you do not use it within a given month."

"I understand," Danica said aloud, and then thought, I thank you. I'll try to do what you said.

The man nodded, and the look in his eyes told her without hearing his thoughts that he was acknowledging both her spoken and mental statements.

Danica stood and next went to obtain permission to enter the city for a short jaunt. She wanted to pay the cost of her tools in full and arrange for delivery of them to her lab.

Danica went first to the smith crafting her tools. He nodded approvingly when she counted out the remainder of the coin to settle her account. He expressed that he had some nagging doubts about her ability to pay at first, but would hasten his work now. When she spoke of the possibility of purchasing a drying stove in the future, he made some inquiries and she told him about her kiln. He told her to save the coin for the stove and offered to construct racks to attach to the kiln, which would serve the same purpose. Danica promised to send a messenger with measurements, and counted out a few more coins.

She then made her way to a man Carolyn had mentioned, in order to inquire about the wood she would need. He was a middle-aged man, not terribly attractive, and he acted quite shy around Danica as she spoke to him. Danica batted her eyelashes at him and smiled wide as she negotiated, and it paid off. She acquired what she needed at a discount, and he promised to deliver it at no cost. She counted out the coin and blew the man a kiss as she left.

Danica felt the weight of the coins still in her purse and smiled. She had managed to get everything she needed and still keep a fair supply of coin. As she left town and approached the path that led up the hill, Danica passed a couple engaged in an almost shameful public display of affection. They were rubbing up against each other and kissing passionately on a bench just off one of the main roads, barely inside a small park area. The sight awakened Danica's desire, and she hurried back to the complex.

Danica thought first of Andrea and made her way toward the young woman's quarters. She heard sounds of passion coming from within when she neared the door. She cast a spell of clairvoyance and saw that Andrea was on her knees on the bed with a young apprentice mounted behind her. Danica knew he was stroking her quickly toward an orgasm, because she knew the signs of the young woman's body well. She slipped into the second sight and noticed no sign of the Nymph Dweomer affecting Andrea. She let her clairvoyance fade away once she determined Andrea was sporting with the young man of her own free will.

Danica followed the winding halls toward Damian's quarters and nearly collided with a disheveled young servant leaving his room when she arrived. The woman had the bright glow of one who has just climaxed -- and climaxed well -- about her. Danica sighed for herself, but she was happy for Damian.

Frustration dulled her previous state of arousal somewhat, and she wandered to one of the common rooms where people lounged and passed through on their way through the building. She sat down in a comfortable chair near a window and tried to decide what to do about the still glowing embers of need inside her. She thought about what the Psionic had revealed to her, and settled back into the chair.

Danica tried to relax -- to clear her mind. She searched within for the untapped power the Psi had said she possessed. She reached a state of calm that felt almost unnatural, and turned to look at a twenty-something student speaking with one of the many women employed as a servant in the building.

The man was laying the charm on thick -- too thick by Danica's standards -- and it seemed quite false to her. She turned so that she was not looking directly at the man, but kept him in her peripheral vision. She tried to look as if she was lost in thought, staring at a painting on the wall.

Danica opened her mind and tried to look past the man into his thoughts. She felt a strange disembodied sensation for a moment, and then she could hear what he was thinking. The mental voice drowned out the words he spoke aloud.

...warming up. I might not have to go hunt for a wench to use the Nymph Dweomer on tonight after all. Damn look at those tits! That's it, bite baby, let's get back to my room, and show me those tits out of that damn blouse. Come on, Come on... Danica heard him thinking, as he spoke aloud about the serving woman's striking beauty.

Danica turned slightly toward the woman, and found it was easier now that she had a sense of what she needed to do. She heard the woman's thoughts after only a moment of concentration.

Gods he is so full of it. If this cretin wasn't such a friend of the master, I'd tell him what a pathetic jerk he is. Gods how I want to run. Just a bit longer girl, keep him occupied. Think, Think, has to be some way to get away without offending him, the woman thought as she smiled and pretended to enjoy his compliments to her.

Danica laughed silently, and then let her gaze roam over the room. She saw an older man seated alone, looking quite uncomfortable. She concentrated a moment and listened to his thoughts.

Why did I eat that damnable soup? I know what it does to me; I can feel it churning already. I'll run myself out of my own room. I'll be on the chamber pot all night. I'm such a fool, I know better. Why oh why...

Danica pulled her thoughts away, not wanting to hear anymore of that. She saw a servant girl hurrying through the room and concentrated on her.

Hurry now, hurry now -- Wizards. Look like you're on an important task. Get through here quick. Get back to your room before one of them starts trying to get under your skirt or sends you on some stupid errand. Hurry, hurry Steph, the woman thought.

Danica stood and walked into the hall. She reached out with her thoughts to those she passed and found she could slip in and hear them with ease.

She heard lecherous thoughts about what men would do to her if they had the chance. A women whom Danica had never seen before acidly thought the word bitch, based upon nothing except Danica's appearance. Mundane thoughts of where people were going and what they planned all came to Danica easily.

Danica had to fight down nausea as she caught the thoughts of a Necromancer making his way to his lab to begin work on a fresh, attractive female corpse. He had plans for her that involved nothing magical. Danica broke the contact with him almost immediately and sat down, having reached another of the common rooms.