In Over His Head Ch. 02

There was a small burlap bag in the bottom. He reached in and pulled it out. It held several small hard objects of uniform size and it tinkled slightly as its contents shifted inside the bag. He reached in carefully and drew one out.

He recognized it immediately as a holographic memory crystal. Through a magical principle similar to soul gems these crystals could be enchanted to hold and project a single 3 dimensional visual and auditory experience from the direct memory of the enchanter. Wizards liked to use them to leave behind detailed messages for those who found their secret lairs centuries later. Messages like "DIE YOU MISERABLE RAT INFESTED MAGGOTS" and "GAZE UPON THE TOMB OF THE MOST POWERFUL WIZARD WHO EVER LIVED", etc. Wizards were an egotistical lot.

It was not easy magic, or cheap, though, so Edovan was mystified to find the rest of the bag containing dozens of identical crystals. Provided you could find someone capable of enchanting them they were worth a small fortune in the right circles, so why were there so many, and why did Yagaritte have them? Or better, why hadn't she sold them?

Was it possible they had already been used? It was a one time only process. You couldn't enchant a crystal again with new information if it had already been used, which meant the crystal at that point was really only worth the information that was on it. This begged the question, of course, what could possibly be on them? And could he figure out how to activate them?

He held the crystal in his hands and searched the archives of his mind for the proper technique. He looked closely at both ends of the crystal. Sure enough there were tiny runes etched into the rosy pink quartz-like surface. By holding it on that end in his hand, and concentrating his majika on the other end, it should activate. Then he just had had to tap his hand on the other end and draw it upward slowly like he was pulling the image upward out of the crystal, and the recorded illusion should spring into being above the crystal! He was so clever!

It was true of course, Edovan, if not exactly worldly wise, was in actuality, an extremely intelligent individual. And like most extremely intelligent individuals, his thoughts ran in very rapid and logical directions. But they also ran in very narrow paths. Like a laser. So while he was focused intently on recalling ancient Magika techniques that he he'd only ran across once in a dusty tome deep in the off limits section of Academia Majika library, he completely forgot, of course, that he was stark naked in the middle of the floor of another woman's room with a partial erection (knowledge is exciting!).

And, more importantly, that he also forgot to lock the door as instructed...

* * * *

Bernadette flounced through the kitchen, grabbing a freshly baked pastry that was cooling on a rack in the middle of the counter (that she knew would earn her a punishment if Margara caught her), and taking a dainty nibble from it. A good snack was what she really needed right now, after the night she'd had. Nothing had gone right since her altercation with that woman Yagaritte, it was about time things changed! And with Margara preoccupied out at the bar, she was home free! Her face screwed up in displeasure. Peach! Her absolute most hated fruit... peach! Who made peach pastries? She spit the bite out into her hand and tossed it, along with the pastry, into the fire.

"Eugh..." she groaned. First, she'd bit her tongue while working last night, bleeding all over her customer in the process. He flipped out on her and ran away, without paying her. Not even for the services she'd already rendered! Then she'd woken up to find Margara's damned cat had somehow snuck into her room, and was sleeping soundly on the pillow beside her face. Of course, she was allergic to cats. She spent all night sobbing about her misery, burying her face in handkerchiefs during sneezing fits, her face red and splotchy, even under the makeup she wore to bed. And now peach!?

She did not like this recent turn of events. Bernadette was used to having her way, especially with men. The other girls said that if Bernadette had been a thief and not a whore, people would pay her to rob them. Most of her clients in fact paid her to do whatever she wanted to do with them. And most of them never spoke about their sessions. They were always leaving in a dazed stupor afterward, but they always came back later. Once a man had been to Bernadette he was usually ruined for any of the other girls. A fact she was personally quite proud of.

"Oi!" A voice called out from the washroom. It was adjacent to the kitchen, down a set of three stairs. Bernadette recognized Mint's voice. She could hear splashing and the feverish sound of soap being rubbed on fabric. Mint's pants and shirt were rolled up to his elbows and knees, and there were no less than three mountains of clothing and bedding surrounding him. He looked frazzled. "Do me a fave, love," he said, as Bernadette sauntered down the stairs, licking the remnants of pastry from her fingers.

"What?" she asked him, leaning against the wall, her arms crossing over her chest. If Mint was asking her a favor, it was either to let him into her skirts or asking her to do his work for him. The first, she'd happily oblige provided he had the coin, and didn't mind doing it in the laundry room.the other? Not so much. "I'm not doing your work," she added.

"Please, love... I just need you to deliver these," he said, motioning to a stack of clothes behind him, folded neatly on a table. "To Miss Yagaritte's room," he added, grunting as he wrestled with the soap against a stain on the shirt he was scrubbing.

Bernadette scoffed. "You couldn't pay me," she said haughtily. After yesterday's fiasco, she wanted absolutely nothing to do with that woman. Ever again. Everyone knew she was supposed to get all the smaller patrons. What would the giant want with the cute little mousey anyway? Bernadette knew how to take special care of cute little mousey's like him. She had a special place to keep them warm and safe. But the giant had stolen him literally right out from under her! (and also quite a bit in, she recalled fondly)

She glanced with disinterest at the pile of clothes, then her face lit up with recognition. Those weren't Yagaritte's clothes. Those belonged to the little mouse! Tender, sweet, juicy little mousey..she had just wanted to gobble him up the second she laid eyes on him in the inn. So cute and innocent! And small.. She'd never seen a full grown man so small. Not some twisted mutation of nature, but a genuine smaller man perfectly proportioned in every way.. With his perfect little head. She felt her loins twitch as she remembered how amazing his little face had felt and how far she had gotten it so quickly. It was like he was MADE for her!

She stomped over to the table and snatched the clothes up. "You owe me," she told Mint, as she pressed the bundle to her chest, and started to climb the steps. And with that, she could feel her luck changing!

"Don't get your tits on them!" Mint called up to her. He'd just washed that suit, and didn't need her makeup getting it all messy again...

"Oh yeah," she added, turning back. She tossed a wadded up nightgown at him, hitting him in the face. "Be a doll and wash this for me," she said. "And mind the stains!" Mint groaned, but added it to the pile.

If the little mouse's clothes were here, and he was up in her room... he was probably naked. And alone. Bernadette burned with jealousy. That meant only one thing-- the giant had tasted her little mousey!. Even under her makeup, her face was red as she blushed with a furious, jealous, righteous anger. That wasn't fair! She wanted the little mouse ALL for herself...

...but she wasn't above sloppy seconds...

* * * *

Edovan stared at the pink rock in his hands with nervous anticipation. There was literally no telling what information it contained. It could be anything from an old wizard's diary (history!) To secret unknown magika research that only he would possess! He sat on his limber knees easily and held it in front of him by the marked end. Then he concentrated on the other end, like he was trying to charge the energy to summon something, but without forming the actual summons. The upraised end of the crystal started to pulse from inside with a glow and little filigrees of majika, tiny tendrils, of rosy pink light slowly emerged from the tip and began forming upward. He gingerly brought his free hand over the crystal and lowered it, fingers down till the eldritch tendrils connected with his fingertips with a tiny spark. He was fascinated as they playfully flitted about, caressing and interacting with his fingertips. Once the the majika was securely attached, he threw back his arm in wide upward and back motion like he was trying to pull a long string up out of box with a single motion. The tendrils followed his hand as it rose, and then continued upward, free of his hand, as it flew back over his head. They streaked forth upward far above his head and then instantly ballooned outward into a moving 3d image. He heard music. And then his jaw dropped.

It was a woman. There was no mistaking that. His recent experiences had hardwired his instincts to recognize female form almost by the way it moved alone. And this one was definitely moving! In front of him, just above the crystal, was now the image of a very large, incredibly beautiful woman, facing away from him but almost standing on top of him. She was dancing, quite slowly and sensuously. Long, bare, shapely legs, a fine chain low on her hips, from which hung two long gossamer strips of cloth, one in front and one in back, which he noticed with arousal were literally the only cloth on her entire body from the waist up OR down. Long wavy strawberry blonde hair cascading in little circles down to the middle of her back. Large swells of the sides of her clearly ample breast appearing on either side of her as she swayed to and fro. There was something about her that was familiar though. A male voice with a Breton accent spoke from somewhere. Edovan supposed it might be the mage who recorded the original illusion.

"You are far better at this than you have any right to be..."

"Am I?" she responded playfully, and then she laughed a beautiful musical laugh that would have lit up the entire room (if she had been real and not a recorded illusion).

Yagaritte??!? And then she turned, and he knew her instantly. She was different..less curvy in both bust and hip, her face much younger but not any more fair, just not as full as it is now. It struck him then he didn't even know how old she was. Not that he cared. He knew she was older than him, having just cleared his 18th year. But even with his lack of knowledge on that subject, he could tell she was quite a bit younger here than she was now. He'd heard Nords were pretty timeless in their aging, appearance wise. That either meant Margara was over a hundred, or she'd been born looking like an old woman. Edovan shuddered, wondering why he'd thought of Margara at a moment like this...

"Come closer" the male voice beckoned.

The illusionary Yagaritte turned now to face him. Still swaying sensuously above the crystal, and as she did, he glimpsed the now familiar sight of her strawberry thatch and bare nethers. She was slowly grinding downward toward the crystal in his hand, bending at her knees and dipping lower. He licked his lips but tore his gaze away to look at her face. Her long silken locks were loose and relaxed, sensually tousled around her face, framing it. She'd obviously been drinking, but he could still see the fire behind her eyes that always flashed when she thought of something particularly naughty to do.

"Like this?" she asked as she winked at him.

She came down on her knees now in front of him, straddling his outstretched hand and the crystal. She smiled wickedly, looking at him.

"Haha... that might be too close," the male's voice answered.

He saw that flash in her eyes again.

"Oh, I can get closer than this..." she purred.

The hand holding the crystal was now directly between her legs, thighs spread far on either side of him as she knelt. Her breast hung heavily above him as she moved toward him rolling her belly and hips forward now in little waves. From this proximity he could see her labia were thick and distended and glistening with her natural wetness. He could tell from the movement of the cloth strip in the front, it was now draping over the hand of the person she was talking to. He unconsciously adjusted his arm to mimic the exact same position.

"How about this close?"

He watched in a trance as she lowered herself on to his hand, her lips brushing the pointed crystal. She rolled her hips back and forth slowly with a slight side to side motion until it was safely between them. Then she lowered herself down over it as it disappeared inside her.

Ok, now he was aroused.

Illusionary lifesize Yagaritte was rising up and down now, humping his hand slowly at first, but picking up speed and purpose. And as exciting as that was, he'd seen this show before. And in person. He recalled last nights adventures so vividly. With herculean effort he tore himself from his trance and got up from his knees. Still carrying the crystal and the bobbing Yagaritte. He went over to small table and took one of the candle holders and firmly pressed the bottom edge of the crystal into the soft wax so the crystal stood upright with the now moaning Nord above it.

She's quite a woman, he thought to himself, as he swallowed hard. He turned and went back to the bag on the floor. Alluring and exciting as that crystal was, he needed to know what the others contained. Besides, it wasn't really her. And he wasn't sure if he was even supposed to have seen such a thing ("Certainly not!" Logical brain exclaimed). He quickly activated a second one. A long cry of pure ecstasy from behind caused him to turn his head back to the original just in time to see it cycle back to the beginning of her dancing. But when he swung back around he was greeted by the exact same vision now eerily in sync with the first in both image and sounds. How could it be? Had this mage made copies somehow? He had never heard of such a thing, but he supposed it was possible. The Yagarittes laughed together at him as the scene replayed. He found a holder for the second crystal and opened the third. Familiar hips greeted him. What on earth was going on here? He opened a fourth. A fifth. They can't ALL be the same thing, surely? After the 8th, he decided he had gone beyond the point of no return, and his curiosity determined that he must open all of them. He wouldn't be able to sleep at night not knowing what may be in the remaining crystals.

He opened one after another placing each in candle holders scattered around the room, and as the final one danced above him, he suddenly realized he was surrounded by sensually dancing Yagarittes all in various time frames of the memory. As his visioned panned around him all he could see was hips and thighs moving sinuously, or grinding purposefully. Her creamy flesh filled his vision, even on the periphery. Her laughter filled his ears in sweet succession from different corners of the room as she rose up all around him, his heart skipping a beat each time her laughter trilled out. And her eyes sparkled again, and with a fire, as she thought her devious thoughts over and over again as her cries of pleasure echoed all around him, in a never ending cycle of delight.

Any momentary disappointment he had felt at opening the final crystal was swept under as he was carried away by the feminine flood of sensuality rising up all around him. He was lost in sea of giant horny Nord women, and before he knew it, almost unconsciously, his hand had found his arousal.

One illusionary lusty Nord beauty he might have resisted. But 25? He didn't have a prayer.

* * * *

As Bernadette slipped her way through the tavern proper and up the back stairs clutching her precious prize, all the girls in the main room craned their heads in her direction. Why was Bernadette headed to Yagaritte's room and why was she carrying the little mouse's suit? One of the girls called to her before she disappeared around the corner. "Where do you think you are going with that?"

"I'm going to catch me a little mousey!" Bernadette crowed, as she practically ran up the stairs in her excitement. She stopped in front of the heavy oak door at the end of the hall, and buried her face in Edovan's clothes one last time. Mint be damned!

Downstairs, whispers spread like wild fires in dry kindling. All the girls were tittering, now, most of them even slacking in their work in order to gossip with one another.

"Bernadette's gotta death wish!"

"She's going for the mouse!"

"Do ya think she'll share?"

"She always gets the good ones!"

And then somberly, "They will never find her body..."

* * * *

Edovan crawled up on top of Yagaritte's bed, looking around the room, watching in awe as the Yagaritte illusions moved and undulated in time around him. With her throaty laughter and lustful tones, it was a wonder he hadn't exploded at just that, especially with all the prior teasing he'd received. He leaned back against the giant stack of pillows on the bed and reached his hand between his legs again, stroking himself gently. Usually he'd have to use his imagination... but this? This was a treat beyond anything he'd ever expected in his life. He could imagine he was the man in the illusion, and that she was dancing for him alone... pleasuring herself in his presence, solely for him.

He stroked himself slowly, letting his head fall back to rest against the headboard, licking his lips as he watched Yagaritte surround him, all flesh tones, pink, and strawberry blonde, all flashing as the scenes played out from every point in the room. "Hnnnghh--" he groaned softly, picturing his mouth between her lips, his face buried in her musky nethers. The smell he knew... but the taste he could only imagine. "Ah--" he closed his eyes, letting Yagaritte's voice envelop him...

* * * *

Bernadette could hear through the door, the soft sounds of the illusionary scene playing, and if she didn't catch the same sentence multiple times in a row, she would have thought for sure Yagaritte had snuck back up here for a second round at her little mousey. While she didn't understand the strange thing that was happening, she knew the Edovan was in there, and he was naked and that was literally all she cared about. Bernadette could be very single minded when she wanted to be.

She pushed the door carefully, hoping against everything that it had been unlocked. It eased open silently, and Bernadette added another check to her list of reasons why things were going well for her now, and also, Yagaritte was a big bitch. She went into the room and closed the door carefully behind her. She turned to see Edovan on the bed, alone, exposed... and so innocent and sweet. Her tasty little mousey.

But around the room, all around the room in every nook and cranny imaginable, her. Bernadette rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, watching the scene play out. What a little slut she was, and how easily she gave it up! Though she had to admit her body was... no! Bernadette shook her head furiously, her internal struggle known only to her. She kicked over a crystal that was near the door and huffed in irritation as it toppled over silently, the scene blinking out of existence. She wouldn't let that bitch distract her from her mission!

She dropped the clothes down onto a pile by the door, not even caring that they were freshly washed and ironed to perfection. She sauntered over towards the bed, shimmying her shoulders out of her dress expertly. She pushed it down over her breasts, her hips, then down onto the ground, stepping out of it gingerly. Under her dress was a lightweight corset, and a pair of bloomer shorts sporting a slit straight up the middle, her shaved mound just visible in between. She reached between her legs, watching Edovan as she stepped towards the bed, petting herself. She stopped at the foot and watched him for a moment, biting her lip. He was so small, so adorable, his face screwed up in pleasure as he stroked his cock. It was a perfect scene, and she wanted to savor it before it dissipated.