Danica Pt. 13

"Looks like we're off to the library then. I know a bit about the book and its origins. We're going to have to do some research and see what we can find out," Celes said.

Danica smiled. "It's been a while since I had a good puzzle to work out. I used to do research just like this in my shop to track down the origins of items people sold to me."

"Let's be off then."

Danica opened the door to find Marlena about to knock on it. The door opening just as she was about to touch it startled the woman.

Danica laughed and said, "Sorry about that. We were just headed to the library."

Marlena blushed and said, "I was just wondering if you could -- umm -- tell me how I might find Brandon?"

Danica reached into her bag of holding and pulled out a leather bound case. Opening it, she revealed several identical rings. She pulled one out and handed it to Marlena, who looked at her curiously.

"Just find any page and tell them that Danica said to have them send Brandon to your quarters. Word will get around quickly among them and you won't have to worry about mentioning me again. You'll be able to call him over any time you please. The ring will duplicate the spell I cast over you to make sure it was safe. Just wear it and concentrate. Bring it by if you need it recharged."

Marlena continued to blush, but also beamed a smile. "Thank you, Danica -- for everything."

"I'm working on your toy too," Danica said with a wink. "Now off with you. Brandon should be off duty in a short while if I haven't gotten my days crossed up."

Marlena reached out and touched Danica's hand, by way of farewell, and then nodded nervously to Celes before turning back toward her quarters. Danica and Celes continued toward the library.

"The illusionist?" Celes asked.

Danica nodded. "The madman finally broke her. She's starting to discover herself, as I did."

A coy smile spread across Celes' face. "I'll wager she's discovered quite a lot about you, too -- considering the way she looked at you."

"She's not entirely comfortable yet, but I think it's been hiding deep inside her all along."

"I think it's really hiding deep inside every woman. Sometimes we just need something that no man can possibly give. Most deny it, some entertain it, and some of us choose to live it."

"You're probably right," Danica said as they continued to the library.

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Danica and Celes spent most of the day in the library. The answers they sought were elusive, but they both felt it was possible to discover the information they needed. The completeness of the library amazed Danica. Every single volume she found referenced in her research, she found within the library.

By the end of the day, Danica felt that they'd discovered the identity of the man who had sealed the volume. Now, they needed to track down detailed personal information about him. From reading texts by rivals of the man, Danica thought it likely that someone had recorded what they needed. The man had acquired many enemies, which explained why he was so careful with his possessions.

Celes suggested that they take a break, as both of their backsides and legs were numb from sitting at the desks delving into the histories and spell books.

Celes finally remembered something she had been meaning to ask Danica about -- her brassieres. Danica promised she would show Celes to the dressmaker's shop, but Celes suggested trying to find someone local who could make the supportive garments. Danica couldn't argue with the logic, but encouraged Celes to have someone take her sizes so that Danica could commission some bras for her in the meantime.

Danica had a flash of inspiration as she returned to her rooms, and lay down on the bed. She reached out with her telekinetic powers, masked by a spell, causing paper and a pen to float to her on the bed. She then cast a spell to do the physical work of actually writing and drawing her ideas while she relaxed.

Danica's inspiration pointed toward what type of toy she wanted to make for Marlena. The toy would require complex crafting, in both a physical sense and a magical one. It would strap on to the woman like the toy Danica had made to play with Andrea, but designed only to pleasure the wearer. The shaft would be larger and more detailed than the one in her strap on toy, and would stroke in and out of Marlena by itself.

Danica decided it should 'come' for the woman when she reached orgasm, since Marlena wouldn't always have the luxury of having a man do that for her safely, and she seemed to enjoy it so intensely. For the first time, Danica also put some thought into the balls of the toy. She thought they should swing and make contact with Marlena, as a real man's orbs would. She decided she really needed to do some up close research on how that particular portion of a man's anatomy actually worked when he was stroking his cock into a woman's depths.

The toy would also have some of the enhancements Danica imbued in her other toys, so it would cause sensations no real man could. That would cause the toy to bring on even stronger orgasms. She planned probes to stimulate the clit and ass, vibrations and rotating beads to stimulate the labia, plus throbbing and swelling of the shaft far beyond what any real cock could accomplish.

Twelve pages of magically created documents later, Danica believed her design complete -- with the exception of the research that she felt she needed to do. For that, she needed a man and a woman willing to have sex while she watched closely and touched.

Andrea came to mind, as did Heather and Marlena, but Danica felt the need to seek out new pleasures. She decided it was time to test the limits of her mental powers.

Danica cast a spell of telepathy to cover the use of her mental powers, then relaxed and closed her eyes. Danica sent her mind wandering, trying to find the thoughts of people in the complex. She felt a strange sensation, as if she was leaving her body as she concentrated. Danica silently gasped when something compelled her to open her eyes, and she saw herself lying on the bed below.

Putting her hand in front of her, Danica realized that she had astral projected when she saw the ghostly image of her hand. Her mind was now free to roam in astral form -- almost without limits. She hadn't tried to do it, and had actually thought the advanced telepathic skill was beyond her.

It took little effort to move her astral body. Danica passed through walls and floors as if they weren't there, and moved with the speed of thought wherever she chose to go. She had moved through the entire complex in moments, finding nothing of interest. A few places blocked her from entering, which really didn't surprise Danica considering Zoraster's magical prowess. Some rooms were shielded against intangible intrusion. Danica found the shields worked quite well -- and painfully -- against her astral form.

Leaving the complex, Danica flew down into the town. She saw Carolyn and others she knew, and touched the thoughts of numerous couples throughout the city. Then, she came to a sudden halt, having picked up a thought that intrigued her.

A young couple quietly discussed an incident from the night before. The handsome young man had returned home earlier than expected and had found his wife shuddering from an intense orgasm brought on by another woman's tongue.

At first, he had felt unable to comprehend what he had seen. He had simply left the house for a time. He and his wife had not spoken of the incident until he returned an hour or so earlier.

He had felt angry and confused at first -- as though she had betrayed him. However, those thoughts warred within him against the intense arousal he had experienced upon reflecting about the scene he had witnessed.

He felt more comfortable now, his wife having convinced him that she desired no other man, and that she simply needed the touch of a woman on occasion. She had also told him she would love to share him with another woman. That was the thought Danica had first touched, and the one that caused the man's sexual desires to flare so high in his thoughts that Danica could feel the tingling between her legs even in her astral form.

"Perhaps tonight," the woman said with a grin upon seeing her husband's reaction to her latest confession. "Maybe we can find a woman to share you with tonight. I wasn't unable to sate my needs for a woman after the interruption. It's still burning inside me. We could go out to the inn and find a woman to join us."

Danica quickly returned to her body. The sensation of returning to her physical form was disconcerting -- almost like returning to a prison. Danica remembered that the sensation was one of the dangers of astral projection. The feeling of such freedom made it difficult to return to the body, and remaining separated from the body for too long could cause dire consequences.

The moment her astral form sank into her body, Danica's desires instantly caused her body to react. She let out a little oh of surprise when her nipples instantly hardened, and her sex lubricated in a torrent.

Danica hurriedly stripped off her robes and dressed in casual clothing. She then teleported as close to the location of the couple's home as possible without arriving right in front of someone.

She hurried toward the couple's home, gleaning from their thoughts that they were preparing to leave, and discovering the location of the inn where they were going. Danica hurried to their destination, determined to offer herself as the fulfillment of their quest -- and quickly.

Danica sat down where she could see most of the inn, and saw the couple enter only a few seconds later. The inn was fairly crowded, with quite a few unattached men and women present. Danica took a moment to study the couple while she tried to get the attention of a serving maid.

The woman had dark -- almost black -- hair that reached just below her shoulders. She had a trim, petite figure. Her breasts were small, but appeared perky from what Danica could see. The woman wore a revealing outfit, so Danica had a good view of what lay beneath.

The man was handsome, in a rugged sort of way. His hair was just as dark as his wife's, and cut short. He had the look of a laborer about him, although his face had just a touch of boyish charm that made him interesting.

Danica managed to get the serving maid's attention and ordered some food. She then activated one of the many enchantments on her hood ring. The magic allowed her to hear the whispers of the couple as if they were whispering to her.

"That blonde woman over there has looked this way a couple of times. I can't tell if she's looking at me or you, though. She's obviously interested in something," the woman said with a hint of humor in her voice.

"Are you going to go talk to her?" The man asked with a note of both hesitation and anticipation.

"I-I can't. I just can't approach a woman like that. I've always been the hunted the few times I've found another woman to play with. Maybe you should go to the bar so I'm sitting her alone."

"Okay, I could use a drink anyhow."

"Mmm, look over to the left without being too obvious. See that woman with the red hair -- the one with the big breasts in that tight white top? She's been looking this way a lot."

Danica immediately realized the woman was talking about her. She also realized that she was looking that direction right now, although she wasn't really seeing anything until the woman had mentioned her name. Danica let a shy little smile spread across her face, and then made a show of turning away from the table to look at nothing in particular.

"Yeah, I see her," the man said.

"What do you think of her?"

"Well..."

"Silly. We're looking for a woman to come share our bed. You're not going to get in trouble."

Danica could sense his amusement in his voice as he replied, "Sorry. She's got great tits. Really pretty."

"Mmm hmm. She's looking over here while trying to look like she's not looking every so often. I think I saw her smile at me a minute ago. Would you like to have her in our bed?"

Danica shuddered, and imagined he was too.

"Oh yeah," he replied to his wife.

"Me too. Why don't you go to the bar and get a drink. I'll keep an eye on her and see if I can send out some signals."

Danica feigned a circumspect glance at the man leaving the table to go to the bar, and then used the same false stealth to watch the young woman. The pretty dark-haired woman used some of the same sort of actions to try to draw Danica's attention.

After a few minutes, Danica looked over and gave the woman another shy smile. This time, she held the gaze and the smile for a few moments. Danica could see need flash into the woman's eyes as she did it.

Danica stood up a few seconds later, taking her wine with her, and walked over to the table. "Do I know you?" Danica asked.

"I don't believe so. I think I'd remember you," the woman at the table responded.

Danica raised her eyebrows with a smile. "My name is Danica."

"I'm Layla."

Danica glanced toward the bar. "Your husband?" She asked as she slid into a seat at the table.

Layla nodded. "How did you know?"

"I saw him sitting here, and I see the wedding band on your finger. Judging from the way you smile at him, you must be happy."

She smiled. "I am. There are ups and downs, but he makes me happy."

"I'd wager him going up and down makes you happy too," Danica said with a wink.

Layla's face colored slightly in a blush and she laughed before moaning, "Mmm hmm," in response.

"So, you've been looking my way a lot. That's why I came over here. Was there something you wanted?"

A rush of thoughts emerged from Layla in a wave of white-hot lust, letting Danica know exactly what Layla wanted. Danica shuddered from the sudden rush of emotion.

"I think I know what you want," Danica said and laid a hand on the woman's knee under the table.

Layla looked into Danica's eyes with a smile and a slight shudder.

"Am I right?" Danica asked.

Layla nodded enthusiastically.

"Both of you?"

Layla's smile grew wider, "Yes."

Danica purred a little and slid her hand up higher, to Layla's thighs. "Shall I go fetch him then?"

Layla nodded her head yes, and Danica rose to walk to the bar. When she reached Layla's husband Danica tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and smiled when he saw who was behind him.

"Your wife would like you to rejoin her. She believes it's time we went home," Danica said with a coy smile.

The man's eyes widened. "We?"

"Yes -- we," Danica answered and licked her lips.

He slid off the stool and dropped coins on the bar almost instantaneously -- desire obvious in his eyes.

"We were somewhat distracted, and I never thought to ask your name," Danica said as they turned to leave the bar.

"It's Daniel," he responded while gesturing for her to lead the way.

"Daniel, My name is Danica. I'm sure we'll know each other very, very well soon."

They both smiled and returned to the table. Layla didn't even wait for them to reach her; she stood up to await their arrival.

The couple led Danica back to their home, and walked inside with Danica right behind them.

Danica felt it immediately as she crossed the threshold. The numerous bits of magic she wore suddenly winked into darkness in her mind. She also felt the frightening sensation of her magic retreating from her grasp. The house was dispelled -- and powerfully so. Danica stood on the threshold for a moment, frightened and feeling very vulnerable.

Layla turned back when Danica hesitated. Danica noticed Layla after a moment, the usually oppressive feeling of having her Art taken from her dulling in light of the woman's smile. A moment later, the oppressive feeling vanished completely. Danica could still feel no connection to her magic, but oddly enough, it didn't weigh on her mind. She noticed the look on Layla's face, flashing between concern, desire, and hesitation.

One thing the magic of the house could not dull was Danica's desire. Once she overcame the few moments of disorientation, Danica remembered why she was here. The sight of the attractive young couple in front of her and thoughts of what was to come snapped Danica from her reverie.

Danica smiled and shut the door behind her. She kicked off her shoes and stripped off her clothing even as she took the few steps that separated her from the young couple.

Danica caught sight of the bedroom as she reached them. She had already shed her top to bare her breasts, and when she reached the couple, she slid down her skirt. Danica reached out and took both Layla and Daniel's right hands, placing them on her breasts. She then kissed them both and walked toward the bedroom. She slowly tugged downward on her panties as she walked, her hips swaying seductively.

Layla also wore only her panties by the time she reached the bedroom door. She let out a moan of desire as Danica bent over the bed in front of her and pulled her panties off. Danica posed and ran her hands over her buttocks and hips before she stood up straight. Daniel reached the door and struggled -- with a few quiet oaths -- to get his trousers off. He was trying to remove them too quickly, and bunched up the left leg enough to cause it cling to him with remarkable tenacity.

Danica slid onto the bed and then turned to lie on her side at its foot watching the couple. Layla hooked her thumbs under the waist of her dainty panties and slid them down.

Danica licked her lips and moaned in appreciation of the woman's body. Her breasts were small and firm -- perfectly shaped. Her areoles were dark and small, as were her nipples. Layla's nipples pointed straight out in arousal. A strip of straight hair as dark as night -- artfully trimmed -- adorned Layla's mound. From the strip radiated gentle arches of dark hair toward her hips and thighs. Below this display, Layla's hair was trimmed even shorter -- dark peach fuzz that revealed her nether lips.

Danica smiled and moaned again, looking up into the woman's eyes as Layla sensually strutted toward the bed. Danica sat up as Layla leaned down to kiss her. Their hands simultaneously reached between each other's legs as they kissed. Danica moaned again when she noticed how remarkably soft the hair surrounding Layla's sex felt. Layla echoed the moan as her fingers lightly explored Danica's folds.

When they broke from the kiss, Danica looked up to see Daniel tossing away his trousers, having finally freed his leg. Danica beckoned to him with a purr when she saw his cock. He was well endowed, if not large, and the hair on his body was as carefully trimmed as Layla's. He was fully hard, and the downward curve of his erection intrigued Danica. Her first thought was that it would probably rub her clit very well if he took her from behind. Danica beckoned him to the bed as Layla sat down on the mattress.

Daniel wasted no time in approaching to sit down between the two women. Both reached out to run their hands over him, causing him to shudder. Danica pushed on Layla's back gently, and the woman understood the silent direction, leaning forward to lick her husband's cock.

As Layla passionately sucked her husband, Danica moved to caress and examine his balls. When Layla opened her mouth slightly for a moment to rest it, Danica quickly engulfed the cock in front of her in her mouth. She and Layla took turns sucking him until both could sense he was near to the point of no return. Danica then pumped her hand quickly at the base of his shaft and guided Layla to join her in licking and sucking his purple helmet from opposite sides.

"Here it comes," he grunted after a few moments of this.

Danica quickly pulled Layla in front of Daniel's cock and joined her there. She kept pumping her hand on his shaft while both of them ran their tongues over the swollen head of his cock. He came with a loud, growling gasp, spurting cum over both women's faces, and into their waiting mouths. The last few weak spurts arched downward to land on both women's breasts.