Danica Pt. 13

Danica moaned in delight from his taste. Something in his diet literally made his cum sweet. She sucked and savored each spurt that burst into her mouth.

Once he ceased to ejaculate, Danica released him and asked, "Is it safe to come up?"

William exhaled a great breath and said, "Yep."

Danica hurried back up into her seat and found that nobody appeared to have noticed anything.

"Damn, but you have a wonderful mouth. I'll tell you right where I got this -- I'll even introduce you to the guy that makes them. He's a friend of mine. Liked doing that where there was a possibility of getting caught didn't you?"

Danica licked her lips and nodded her head.

"I love it. There's nothing better," William said and then glanced around. "Least I can do is return the favor."

William took another glance around, and then slid under the table. Danica hiked up the hem of her dress and jerked her panties aside before he even managed to disappear under the table. As soon as she spread her legs, his head moved between them.

Danica stroked his head as he teased her with the tip of his tongue. She had to fight hard not to close her eyes, writhe, and moan in bliss as he slid his tongue deep inside her.

Danica muttered, "Damn," under her breath when she saw a young man walking toward her with a smile on his face. He was looking right at her, and Danica knew he was coming to talk to her. William just kept lapping her as the man approached, and Danica tensed hard to suppress a violent shudder as William sucked her clit between his lips.

"Hello, I'm Andrew," the young man said with a smile.

Danica could almost see the wicked smile on William's face as he sucked her clit harder and slid two fingers deep inside her.

"I'm sorry to seem rude, but I have a lot on my mind and need some time to myself," Danica responded, unsuccessfully trying to push William's head away for a moment.

The young man looked crestfallen and said, "Oh, I'm sorry." He then walked away, dragging his feet.

Danica gasped through clenched teeth, luckily after the young man passed out of earshot. William sucked her clit hard, flicking it with his tongue, and stroked his fingers in and out of her fast. Danica was just about to come -- and come hard.

Danica leaned back, tensed, and choked off a scream of release as she reached her peak. Her body shuddered despite her attempts to suppress it, and she pulled William's head hard against her quivering nether lips.

When Danica managed to open her eyes, she glanced around. She gasped for breath, and let out a heavy sigh of relief because no one seemed to have noticed. "Up," was all she could gasp to William to indicate it was safe for him to come out from under the table.

William slid out from under the table and back up onto the bench, chuckling at the wetness that covered him and soaked his shirt. He pulled a cloth from his bag and wiped his face, attempting to blot some of the wetness from his clothing as well. "That was fun," he said with a wide grin.

Danica shuddered again and put her hand over her quivering sex beneath the table. "Mmm hmm," she moaned and smiled as well.

Danica finally managed to regain her composure when the aftershocks died down a few moments later. She leaned over and kissed William, and the minstrels started playing a jaunty tune at the same moment.

"Climb up on my lap," William said with a wicked smile.

Danica gasped. There is no way we're going to get away with that without being caught -- tablecloth or no tablecloth, she though. She was just about to shake her head no when she glanced around and noticed everyone was completely enthralled by the troupe of dancers performing at the center of the festival. She also saw many women sitting on men's laps. Everyone was clapping in time with the beat.

Danica bit her lip for a moment, and then slid over onto William's lap. She felt his cock brush her thigh as she sat down, and between the two of them, they managed to slip it between her labia and deep inside her.

Danica moaned quietly as he filled her. Once again, she wondered for a moment at how tight she felt. He was not that big, yet it felt like he was stretching her wide enough to split her. She quickly forgot all about that as he slowly rocked his hips upward.

Danica made a show of clapping in time with the beat of the song, though in truth her hands rarely touched enough to make a sound. She concentrated on the feeling of William moving his hips slowly from side to side and in circles, stirring his cock deep inside her. His fingers moved in ever quickening circles, rubbing her clit underneath her hood.

She built quickly, his fingers giving her just the right range of stimulation to keep her fires surging ever hotter. He had obviously done this before, because he knew exactly how to give Danica incredible amounts of stimulation with the most miniscule of movements. It felt as if his cock was stroking every inch of her as it throbbed within her.

She could feel his hot breath on her neck, each breath quicker and harder than the last. He was climbing with her, and she was nearly there.

Just before she reached the point of no return, Danica threw caution to the wind to bounce up and down on William's erection -- hard and fast. It only took a few bounces to make her explode into orgasm.

Danica clenched her teeth and let out a choked-off scream as she came, soaking William and herself with her flood of juices. She ground her clit against his cock, causing waves of release to roll through her. He bumped his hips up at her fast, and Danica quietly gasped, "Inside me."

A moment or two later, Danica went into another strong wave of ecstasy as his hot semen erupted deep inside her.

They sat joined together for a few minutes, not even noticing that the song had stopped and another, slower one had started. Both of them quivered and gasped as ripples of pleasure flowed through them.

At last, Danica summoned the strength to move off him and onto the bench. She felt their mingled juices seeping from her as she moved.

Danica pulled a cloth from her bag of holding and cleaned up as best she could. William did the same. They whispered back and forth to each other about how incredible the experience had been while they tried to make themselves presentable.

"Well, where and when should I meet you to take you to where I got this?" William asked as he patted his shoulder bag.

Danica told him to meet her at the shop shortly after closing. She then kissed him once more and stood, trying to straighten out her skirt. She examined her clothing to make sure there was no terribly obvious evidence of what they had been doing, and then waved as she returned to the shop.

Danica reached the shop and went inside. She was surprised to find Nichtar speaking with a woman. As soon as she crossed the threshold, Danica heard Nichtar say, "Converse," with no attempt to hide the magical connotations of the word.

Danica felt the tug at her will, and retreated within her mind as she had done before. She listened and tried to learn what she could.

The woman speaking with Nichtar turned and looked over her shoulder at Danica for a moment, and then returned to the conversation. "The Master will return in two days. I was sent ahead to ensure all is in readiness."

"As I have shown you, I am fulfilling the Master's wishes," Nichtar said with a gesture toward some papers on the shop counter. "Everything will be ready when he arrives. You see one of the other two gifts I have prepared to welcome him home as well," Nichtar said and gestured toward Danica.

"Very well," the woman responded, and then turned. Danica felt the sensation of her eyes widening, though she knew her body had not actually performed the action. The woman was young, perhaps in her mid twenties, and the gauzy gown she wore was almost senseless to have on. The cloth was utterly transparent, showing off the woman's body without a hint of obscurement.

The woman walked toward Danica, her hips and large breasts swaying hypnotically as she walked. Her hair was long and as black as night. Her eyes were wide and seemed to see more than they should. Her lips were red as a rose. Her nipples were flat -- the areoles very large, and a very pale pink. A thin strip of hair adorned her mound and pointed downward at her sex, which was only slightly darker than the rest of the woman's pale skin.

The woman walked right up in front of Danica and ran a finger down Danica's neck and down to her breast. She licked her lips and smiled wantonly. Danica could feel her body stirring despite a sense of foreboding the woman emanated and the coldness of her touch. The woman then walked around Danica and out of her sight.

"You will forget you have seen this woman. You will forget I was here when you arrived as well. I will leave the room, and in one minute after my departure you will awaken as if none of this has ever been," Nichtar commanded, and then exited the room.

Danica waited for what she felt was a minute, and then allowed 'awakened'. She continued to her rooms as she had intended before encountering the two. Thoughts of the woman made Danica's body tingle, and at the same time made her skin crawl. Danica couldn't recall hearing the door open when the woman had left, and wondered how the stranger could have possibly left without causing an enormous scene -- considering her state of undress and the busy streets of the town due to the festival.

Danica glanced at the shop counter as she passed, and saw a few interesting words in the language of magic written upon the papers on the desk. Nichtar had forgotten to gather them up when he left. Danica went into her room, and almost immediately fell into her magic. She did her best to hide her gestures as she cast a spell and prepared her magical ring.

A phantasmal image of Danica crawled into her bed at the same time as the ring's magic made Danica silent and invisible. A touch of another ring allowed her to pass through the door without opening it. Danica hurried back to the shop and looked over the papers on the desk.

The documents were excerpts from spells of charming -- that much Danica could tell. Hand-written notes detailed where various research references were within Nichtar's private chambers. The hiding places were within extra dimensional rooms accessed through two specific spots in the walls of Nichtar's private quarters. Most importantly, Danica saw a password to disarm magical traps and alarms -- lifeblood.

Danica quickly backed away from the counter when a door opened, and Nichtar returned. He glanced around while muttering under his breath, and then gathered up the papers. Once the documents were in hand, he turned and quickly left the room.

Danica hurried back to her room to mull over what she had learned, and to plan to get what Zoraster wanted so she could return with Andrea. Hearing that she and Andrea were gifts for this Master did not sit well with her. She fully intended to complete her task before this Master returned in two days, if at all possible.

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Danica tried several times to find a way into Nichtar's chambers the next day, but had no luck. The man never seemed to leave his rooms. Once she closed the shop for the day, Danica met William and he showed her to the shop where he had acquired his shoulder bag. Danica requested one to use as the base for a new bag of holding, asking that the leather worker only tool the leather with the scrollwork she wanted, leaving the assembly of the pieces to her.

Putting the bag together herself provided Danica with the opportunity to cast the necessary preparatory spells over the item. She still would not be able to seal the bag magically, as that would require her presence to cast spells during the preparation of the leather. Danica wished she had some of Olaf's prepared leather. The big man had figured out a way to prepare leather with the necessary components for preparatory spells included in its tanning. Danica had tested some of the leather, and it proved to work just as well as if she had cast the spells during the tanning.

Danica smiled as she thought of Olaf, whom she had not seen in some time, and then shook her head to clear it.

Afterwards, William and Danica went to a local inn. The couple quickly found their way upstairs to a room. The owner of the inn looked positively scandalized when the pair returned downstairs only a couple of hours later and turned in their room key. Apparently, he was not used to such business occurring in his inn.

Oh well, he'll get over it, Danica thought after she parted with William. She had enjoyed bedding him -- coming several times -- but the experience paled in comparison to fucking and sucking William in public.

Danica tried again that night to sneak into Nichtar's chambers. The man remained within, and Danica's magic showed her that he was not sleeping. She couldn't figure out how to get in, get what she needed, and get away.

Danica grew more frustrated and nervous the next day as she worked in the shop. The Master was supposed to return today, and Danica realized that she had not seen Andrea all day. Nichtar hurried around the building all day, obviously in preparation for the return of his Master. Nichtar looked both excited and nervous as he went about whatever tasks he was performing.

Danica seriously considered taking great risks, using a bolder approach to get what she needed. She knew that closing time was fast approaching, and Nichtar had a look about him that said the Master would arrive soon. Plans ran through Danica's head in a rush, each rejected for one reason or another, as her last hour behind the counter slowly ticked by.

When Danica closed up the shop, she decided she was going to use invisibility magic to enter Nichtar's chambers now. He was in the storeroom doing something, and Danica knew that she would have no better opportunity.

Danica quickly returned to her room to gather up her possessions. Her eyes opened wide when she felt magic wrap around her. Danica resisted the magic with all her will, and heard a dull roar in the back of her mind, as she silently screamed, No! When the thought of that word formed in her mind, the roar in her head felt as though it burst outward, and the magic attacking Danica weakened.

For an instant, she thought she was going to win the battle. Then, the power of the Art directed against her surged, and she knew no more.

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Danica awakened with a start and quickly looked around. A look out the window revealed that she could not have slept long, as the fading light of dusk had barely changed from when she had lost consciousness.

Feeling confused, Danica sat up to pack her things again -- and realized what had happened. Every bit of magic she had brought with her was gone. Her rings were missing from her fingers, her bag of holding was gone, every little bit of Art she had in the room was gone. Even her hood ring with its powerful enchantments was missing.

Danica put her head in her hands and half growled, half sobbed, "No -- dammit!" She quickly regained her composure and left the room, determined to use her magic if she couldn't use her rings and trinkets to accomplish her goal. She used her magic to look outside the room for Nichtar, whom she assumed must know what she was doing.

As she reached for the door handle, Danica changed her goal. Damn the punishment for failure. I'm getting Andrea and getting out of here. Something was making the hairs on the back of Danica's neck stand up. Something was very wrong here.

Danica wrapped invisibility around her and left the room, heading toward Andrea's. She passed the door she had sought to enter all this time, and saw Nichtar within, behaving as if nothing untoward was happening.

Danica didn't have time to contemplate his odd reaction. She hurried down the hall and into Andrea's room. She passed through the door with her magic and returned to visibility with a gulp of worry. Andrea lay stiff and obviously entranced on the bed. Danica brushed away the tears forming in her eyes and concentrated with the second sight. She knew that she had to quickly determine what spells affected Andrea and break them. It would be nearly impossible to teleport her in her current state, and dangerous for the young woman.

The door opened behind Danica. "Ah -- excellent. Converse," Nichtar said. Danica felt the tug and resisted it for a moment, on the verge of turning to release her magic on the man. Something inside her told her not to do it -- at least yet -- and she relaxed to feign falling under Nichtar's spell. Danica's mind whirled as she tried to deduce some way to escape the current situation. An aura of magical power surrounded Nichtar that appeared almost incandescent in Danica's second sight. She knew his magic was strong and likely enhanced by several magic items as well.

"Stand and join hands with Danica, Andrea," Nichtar commanded. Andrea immediately stood up and walked over to Danica. Danica clasped hands with the young woman, her mind still racing for a solution. She couldn't complete the teleport spell quickly enough, as the spell was one she had not yet discovered shortcuts for.

Nichtar crossed the room and touched the two women's hands with his own. A magic item activated, and Danica felt magic carry her away. Upon reaching Nichtar's destination, Danica looked around at the very dark room. She saw two beds placed close together on the opposite wall of the room. Both beds were plain mattresses with no linens on them -- and both were ominously speckled with bloodstains.

Danica immediately let her mind surge back into full control, abandoning her feigned trance. Whatever he has planned for us, I'm not going to lie down and meekly accept it.

Nichtar's eyes widened when Danica apparently defeated his charm magic. Danica instantly fell into her magic and blasted the man backwards with a powerful gust of wind.

Nichtar's magical defenses activated, but the protections proved insufficient to prevent him from flying into the wall with tremendous force. He collapsed to his knees, the wind knocked out of him.

Andrea still stood next to Danica, moving normally despite the magic enthralling her. Now that she wasn't stiff and unmoving, Danica felt it would be safe to teleport the two of them away.

Danica spoke the words of the teleportation spell before Nichtar could rise. She had barely begun when she felt an ominous chill sweep through the room. The chill was both real and imagined. The temperature did drop, but the dampening of magic in the room chilled Danica to the core. The effect was similar to a dispell, but not absolute. The chilly aura simply weakened magic, rather than stopping it completely.

Danica ceased her casting, knowing that the effect on her teleportation spell could prove disastrous. A door opened as Danica tried to stave off panic and find a solution that would free her and Andrea from this nightmare.

The odd woman Danica had seen speaking with Nichtar sauntered into the room. Behind her came two more women, both dressed in the same sort of transparent gowns that did nothing to hide their beautiful, pale bodies.

Behind the women walked a man. Danica didn't really find him handsome, but he possessed a strange aura of powerful sexuality that somehow made him attractive to her. Despite her panic, Danica felt her body responding to the man.

Nichtar coughed and tried to rise when the newcomer shut the door. The strange man said, "It would seem that your hold on this one was not as strong as you thought, Nichtar." The man smiled, and Danica screamed. She saw the fangs protruding from beneath his upper lip and knew him for what he was -- a vampire.