Danica Pt. 13

Danica pulled the material aside when she opened the last button and pulled her bra up, fully revealing her breasts to him. "Now, aren't mine much more fun to look at? I'm sure you can see them much better, too."

The young man nodded his head, looking up into her eyes for a moment when he did so, and then let his gaze drop back down to her breasts.

"Touch them," Danica said lustily.

He reached out slowly -- half expecting her to scream or worse if the snippets of thoughts and emotions Danica picked up were accurate. He then grabbed her breasts, one in each hand -- just a little too hard.

"Gentle, now. I might want you to play rough with them later, but be gentle for now," Danica instructed. She felt his grip relax and continued, "That's better. Do you like them?"

"Yes," He said while nodding his head to emphasize the statement. He also started to rub his fingers over her hard nipples.

Danica quietly moaned and said, "Suck them for me."

The young man gasped, and so did Danica when he leaned down almost immediately to suck her right nipple between his lips.

Danica moaned quietly and stroked his hair as he sucked her like a starving baby. "Don't make the other jealous."

He must have figured out what she meant, because he quickly switched nipples, and also caressed the globes of her breasts with his hands.

Danica knew she must be dripping wet by now. She could feel the heat in her panties like a bonfire. She put her hand under his chin and gently raised his head up. He reluctantly released her nipple, and Danica pulled him up into a kiss.

As soon as Danica broke the kiss, he asked, "Can I see your pussy?" Danica couldn't help but smile seeing the look of excitement and anticipation in his eyes.

"Patience," Danica admonished with a sultry grin, and then dropped down to her knees. She slid her hands over his body as she knelt to the ground, and pulled his trousers down.

Danica wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, and then ran her tongue over the tip in a slow circle. He stared down and gasped, putting his hands on the back of her head. Danica ran her lips and tongue over the entire length of his shaft, coating it in her saliva, and then she parted her lips to take him inside her mouth.

Another gasp emerged from the young man, and his fingers twined in her hair as she sucked him. He was average sized, and not overly thick, so Danica had little trouble taking him all. She slowly sucked him from tip to root, rotating her head back and forth, and flicking her tongue over the tip every time she reached the purple head of his cock.

He started pulling on the back of her head every time she sucked downward, and pushing his hips forward. Danica moaned around his cock, and he took it as encouragement that she liked what he was doing.

He then slowly fucked her mouth. When Danica didn't protest -- it made her even wetter for him to take control -- he thrust harder.

Danica knew he wasn't going to last long; she moaned around his cock as he thrust fast, hitting her throat as his cock pumped in and out of her mouth.

With a painful twist of his fingers in her hair, he came with his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth. Danica let out a gurgling little moan as she felt his hot cum spurting directly down her throat. Danica swallowed and massaged his balls as he emptied them into her mouth.

When his grip relaxed, Danica took over and sucked hard for every little drop he had to offer. After a few sucks, he pushed her away with a gasp, unable to endure the sensation any longer.

Danica licked her lips and looked up at him. "Mmm, I liked that. You should let a girl do it how she wants, though. Not every girl likes it when you take control. They may want to do it their own way."

He nodded his head to indicate he understood, and then leaned up against the wall of the bath house to support his weak legs.

Danica stood up and slid her pants and panties down while he watched in wide-eyed wonder. Danica laydown on the ground and spread her legs wide. "Come taste me. Make me come for you," She sexily begged.

He dropped down to his knees, and then lowered his head between Danica's legs. She was absolutely sopping wet in anticipation. The first touch of his tongue sent a pulse up Danica's spine and throughout her body.

What he lacked in skill, he certainly made up for with eagerness. He lapped her as though she werethe finest thing he had ever tasted. Danica rubbed his head and shoulders, encouraging him and telling him how good it felt. As she drew closer to climax, Danica pulled his head tightly against her and closed her legs around him.

Danica came hard a few moments later, soaking his face in her flood of girl cum, writhing and bucking her hips as he continued to lap her folds.

He raised his head up, his face dripping with her juices, and gasped, "That was incredible. Did I really make you feel that good?"

Danica moaned, "Mmm hmm. You'll get even better in time. Pay attention to the signals a woman gives you when you're licking her. You'll learn how to draw it out, build her up, and then release her in a sudden burst."

He once again nodded that he understood while wiping her juices from his face with his hands. Danica stood on her wobbling legs and pulled his sticky fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean. She then kissed him and lapped her juices from his face with a few low moans.

Looking down, Danica saw his cock was already erect again. "I love young cock -- always ready." She then put her hands against the wall of the bath house and bent down. "Now, fuck me with that hard young cock."

He moved in behind her and tried to penetrate her. He had more than a little trouble, so Danica reached back and guided his anxious member to her. She wiggled the purple head against her lips until it slipped between them, and then sensually breathed, "Now, give it to me," and put her hands back on the wall.

He stroked his erection into her, and once again, Danica felt the odd tightness. She had taken him full force in her mouth, yet it felt as if his cock was going to split her in half. His thrusts were somewhat slow and awkward, and Danica determined that he was having trouble getting a good angle to penetrate her.

Danica moved her hands lower on the wall, bending over a bit farther, and a loud gasp burst from her when he slid in to the hilt on the next thrust.

She moaned and gasped as he fucked her hard. Danica was still tingling from her previous orgasm, and she built quickly toward another. She considered that fortunate, because she could tell from the sounds he made that he wasn't going to last long.

His hands tightly gripped her hips as he repeatedly slammed his throbbing manhood home. Danica felt her orgasm well up inside her, and then suddenly explode in a torrent. She let out a gasping scream as her flood of cum erupted and her body quaked.

Her release set him off as well, and he pushed deep inside her one last time with a loud exclamation, filling her with hot cream. Danica's head actually bumped against the wall of the bath house from the power of his last thrust as they both gasped through their orgasms.

He leaned over her heavily, his breath coming in gasps. His cock, still buried inside her, slowly went soft. Danica could feel their mingled cum running down her leg, but she was still too lost in the quivering of her aftershocks to care.

After a few seconds, he pulled away and Danica stood up, bracing her arm against the wall for support. She kissed him and then gathering up her clothes, pulling out a cloth from her bag of holding to wipe off before dressing.

A couple of times, the young man looked as though he was about to say something. When he did, Danica put a finger to her lips and shushed him, until she finished dressing. She kissed him one last time and made her way out of the bushes.

She was surprised -- but relieved -- when he didn't follow her. Her needs sated, she returned to the outpost to sleep so she could rise early in the morning.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

Danica gathered up her things the next morning and once more followed the directions to Nichtar's shop and home. She walked into the shop, and a dark-haired man said to her, "May I help you?"

"I believe I'm expected. My name is..." She started.

Andrea walked in from a side door and said, "Oh, you're here Danica. I'm so glad you could come. I know you'll be perfect for this job."

Danica felt fear knot in the pit of her stomach. The bastard sent Andrea into this to torment me. There really isn't other reason to do it. With a forced smile, she said, "It's good to see you, Andrea."

"Well then, Danica, shall we get down to business?" Nichtar asked.

They discussed the job for a few minutes, ironing out the details in short order. Danica would operate the shop for the day while Nichtar observed to decide if he wished to keep her on full time.

Danica bargained hard, both buying and selling, quite pleased with the deals she made. The thoughts she picked up from the patrons allowed her to bargain for higher prices while still making sales, and had twice tipped her off to bad purchases.

As evening drew near, Nichtar closed up the shop. He pulled the shades on the windows and locked the door before turning to Danica. "You did quite well. Why did you offer such a low price on that Wand of Wailing Winds? It is a powerful item and could have been resold for ten times what you offered."

Danica smiled, as the wand was one of the bad purchases that a shifty man's thoughts had persuaded her to avoid. "There was a hairline crack below the mounting of the wand's metal tip. It could have failed at any time -- even exploded. The price I offered was essentially for the materials of the wand, which could have been used for other things."

The man clapped his hands and said, "Excellent. I believe this position in my business has been filled." He walked over to where Danica stepped from behind the counter. "Now, there is something else we should converse upon."

His eyes stared hard into Danica's as he spoke those words, and when he said, converse, Danica could feel the power of his charming magic slam into her.

Danica steeled her will, resisting the considerable power of his magic. She could see the strain in his eyes as he fought to break her. Danica slowly retreated within herself on instinct, and found that she withdraw into her mind deeper and deeper with concentration. She was aware of what she was doing -- still fully in control of her body and mind -- but from the outside, she appeared to lose her battle against his magic. The pressure lessened as Nichtar felt the resistance to his magic weakening -- not because he was winning, but because he was missing his target.

Danica let her mind drift, watching with a sort of dreamy detachment as Nichtar broke his stare. Everything felt somewhat surreal, and Danica wondered what had prompted her to do what she had just done. She realized it was akin to the way she had looked into Celes' mind to find the image of the woman's young self. It was more or less the same process mentally.

Nichtar's face broke into a wide smile. "A strong will you have, but not strong enough to best me. Now, disrobe."

Danica felt a tug at part of her mind. It was almost as if some part of her was indeed under the man's charm. The control wasn't enough to stop her if she really wanted to resist, she knew that without a doubt. She was supposed to pretend she was enthralled, so Danica obeyed. Her movements were slow and awkward, as she found it difficult to control her body in her current state. She managed to remove her clothing, and then stood back up straight.

Nichtar walked up to her and squeezed her breasts, then her nipples. The look on his face bespoke a combination of lust, satisfaction, and power. He walked around behind her and grasped her buttocks, squeezing them as he had her breasts.

"Lie down on the counter," Nichtar ordered, and moved to lock the doors leading into the connected buildings from the shop. Danica obeyed in a slow, drifting manner, all the while paying careful attention to everything that happened around her, hoping for clues that would assist her in her task.

Nichtar returned and ordered Danica to part her legs. When she did so, he brought a finger to his lips and sucked it, then slipped it between Danica's nether lips. The tight grip on his finger made his smile grow even wider.

"A pity the master is always watching. It is so tight, just like your young blonde friend. I would very much enjoy taking you myself," he mused while continuing to stare at Danica's body. "But, no matter -- such is impossible. The master would surely put the curse upon me when he returns were I foolish enough to consider it seriously. From this point forward, you will slip into a trance whenever you hear the word converse. You will obey my every command, and when you are released, you will remember nothing." He then stared into her glassy eyes and appeared satisfied that his magic had taken hold. "Now, dress yourself."

Danica pulled on her clothing and adjusted it properly with some difficulty caused by the drifting, half-awake state she had assumed.

"Now awaken, and remember nothing." Nichtar punctuated the statement with a snap of his fingers.

Danica started somewhat at the command, its magic tug pulling on her. She allowed her mind to focus outward once more in response.

"I have rooms here if you should wish to stay. I would prefer it in fact, because I open the shop quite early. Such would facilitate your arriving on time, as I would be able to awaken you."

"That will be fine. I was still considering my living arrangements anyway," Danica responded.

"Very well, you shall start in the morning," Nichtar said with a smile that gave a false impression of warmth, but was, in truth, disquieting.

{*****~~o~~0~~o~~*****}

The environment was familiar to Danica, as she owned her own magic shop -- or rather had before the mistake that enabled Zoraster to steal her freedom. Her routine was quite simple. She worked in the shop by day, and explored the town in the evening. She spoke with Andrea on a few occasions, and found the young woman acted somewhat odd. Andrea didn't seem to find it strange that Zoraster would send her here, and didn't appear upset by it. Danica was afraid to press much, as she never knew who was listening.

A week passed, and Danica found little opportunity to learn what Zoraster wanted to know. Nichtar was very secretive -- and beyond that first day -- had made no attempt to exercise any control over her with his charming magic.

Danica needed to get out and think, and so she decided to go out into the town. She was also felt an aching need for relief that her toys just could not satisfy.

She ate at a small inn near the edge of town, finding no enjoyable company despite the number of men who approached her. She decided to move on to a tavern near the other edge of town she had noticed while exploring earlier.

As she neared the tavern, Danica noticed a large bonfire just to the north of the tavern. She could see people dancing, and heard music and merriment. The atmosphere pulled Danica toward the festival.

Almost immediately upon entering the circle of light from the fires and torches, something caught Danica's interest. She saw a handsome brown-haired man standing near the fringes of the crowd, clapping his hands and watching the townsfolk dance. He appeared particularly interested in the women. What caught Danica's eye was a remarkably well tooled shoulder bag he had hanging at his hip. Danica had never seen its like, and thought it would be perfect to have one like it enchanted into a bag of holding. She had never liked the plain one she carried everywhere, and knew she could perform the enchantment herself now, after careful study of the process.

Danica shrugged and decided the best course was just to walk up and ask. She made her way over to the man and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me. Might I ask where you got that shoulder bag? It's remarkable, and I would like to get one like it myself."

The man smiled broadly. "Hmm, let's see -- where did I get this? My memory comes and goes sometimes. One thing always seems to get it working, though. Would you come dance with me?"

Danica laughed and extended her arm. The man entwined his arm with hers and said, "I'm William."

"Danica," she said as they walked toward the area where everyone was dancing.

The dance was a couple's dance, with a lot of the male spinning his female partner. The dance was very folksy, and brought Danica into close contact with the man quite often.

The feeling of his body made Danica's respond, and her arousal must have shown in her demeanor, because she caught snippets of the man's thoughts about exactly that as they danced.

When the music died down between songs, Danica's partner led her back to the edge of the festival. "Let's go sit down, and I'll think on where I got this bag," William said.

He found an unoccupied table at the edge of the festival, now in a darkened area since the sun had set. There were a few other people nearby, but none too close. The table had a long festive cloth draped over it that reached the ground.

"You dance very well," William said.

"Thank you. I've never done a dance like that before."

"Now, this bag -- I know I got it here in town. Where was it again?"

"You're teasing. You said dancing always helped you remember," Danica said with a little pout.

"I never tease," He countered with a raise of his eyebrows, "And I never said dancing was the thing that refreshed my memory." The last ended with a sly grin.

Danica caught what he was inferring, his words and demeanor would have revealed it well enough, but the image in his mind was even more telling. Danica felt the tingle of wetness trickling between her legs as she looked at the handsome, well-built man. Once again, her eyes gave her away and she saw him smile broadly and lustily.

"Well then, just what is it that sparks your memory?" Danica asked while sliding her hand up his leg under the table.

"Seems you're on the right track," He answered with a grin.

Danica moved her hand over his crotch and smiled wide when she felt the considerable bulge there. Her practiced fingers unbutton his trousers in seconds, allowing her to wrap her hand around William's hard cock.

Danica moaned quietly and looked into William's eyes. She could feel him shivering as she touched him, and his smile only grew wider. Danica slowly stroked his cock, peeking around to see if anyone was watching. Everyone nearby kept their attention focused on the brightly lit festival, and paid little attention to the darker area where Danica and William sat.

After a minute or so, Danica slyly smiled and looked around once again. She then quickly pushed her chair back and slid underneath the table beneath the long tablecloth.

"Oh, but you're surely about to jog my memory," William said and chuckled.

Danica leaned forward and engulfed his cock in her mouth with one long suck. His hands rested on the back of her head as she sucked him hard and fast. The excitement caused by the possibly of someone catching them and the gorgeous cock filling Danica's mouth, set off a flow of wetness between her legs. She sucked him greedily, feeling the pressure of his hands on her increase even as he stiffened. William tried to maintain his composure, to conceal what was happening beneath the table.

Danica moaned quietly around him as she sucked. She doubted even he could hear her quiet sounds, but she knew he could certainly feel it. William's hands pushed a bit harder on her head, and his fingers twirled in her hair. She knew he was close, and he confirmed it a moment later when he pulsed and filled her mouth with his cream.