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the Project	By : theLureln Category: +M through R > Magic: The Gathering Views: 11901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Magic the Gathering characters or settings, anything else is mine. This story is not being written for profit.

Chapter List
- 1-the Project
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-10
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
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   After Ceren departed, Lorissa was surprised to find the event lost a lot of its sparkle. The flamboyant man had a large personality; she’d always thought of the Rakdos as violent ravagers but he’d been surprisingly civilized. He’d been an excellent companion, introducing her to a number of representatives from guilds she normally never interacted with. Now that she was on her own, she idly considered hunting down the emissaries for the Azorius Senate, Boros Legion and Orzhov Syndicate. She was curious to see who represented the guilds her family members were in. Chances were good she would know them, if not personally then by sight. As she started scanning the gathering though, there was a flurry of activity near one of the natural fountains at the center of the glade that drew her attention instead.
A man in a dark cloak had materialized there and his appearance caused an immediate uproar. Many of the emissaries flocked to his side, calling out obsequious greetings. Although she was too far away to hear exactly what they were saying, she realized only a select number of people could probably engender that sort of reaction in this diverse group. Namely, the Living Guildpact. She instantly tried getting a better look at the fellow, but he was a good distance off and she was regrettably short, unable to see over the others in the crowd. Stretching up on her tip toes didn’t help at all. While she was trying to maneuver her way to a better line of sight, Ral Zarek suddenly appeared at her side, startling her so badly she fell over on her ass thanks to her atrociously uncomfortable shoes.
He gave her an amused glance. “So impressed by the Living Guildpact that you’re head over heels?”
Lorissa narrowed her eyes at him and his smug expression, causing the storm mage to laugh. She smiled sweetly before quickly grabbing onto his sleeve and using his arm to help herself straighten up, almost knocking him over. “Very funny. So that’s the person everyone reports to?”
Ral nodded, watching her intently. Normally he would spend the entire evening by Tomik’s side, but when the Living Guildpact made his appearance, Ral instantly sought out Lorissa. He was expecting an interesting confrontation to occur once she realized the identity of the person who had promoted her to emissary and he didn’t want to miss it. “Going to introduce yourself?”
She was tempted to do just that, not only out of curiosity about the person in question and why the insistence she be an emissary, but also because she was there as a reflection of her guild and to not introduce herself could be considered an insult. On the other hand, she wasn’t certain she could keep a civil tongue once she started talking. Indecision kept her rooted where she was, a lingering scowl on her face as she squinted at the cloaked figure.
From among the throng of representatives vying for his attention, Jace eyed the only person there he cared about, careful to keep his head tilted down far enough so his features were mostly hidden in the shadow of his hood. He’d had the presence of mind to alter its color, something that had admittedly occurred to him last minute as he’d made his appearance. Lorissa had seen him often enough to identify his favored outfits and he didn’t want her to recognize him just yet. He was stopping in strictly for her sake, because she had expressed an interest in seeing him. While he had no intention of talking to her that evening, he couldn’t resist giving her something to whet her appetite.
Thus he was watching her when Ral Zarek showed up by her side and at their seemingly easy exchange of smiles and commentary, he felt something ugly well up inside of him. Logically he knew they were from the same guild and there in their roles as emissaries. He was also aware of the other man’s current paramour, the pertinent fact being the person was male. But he was sick and tired of watching other men interact with her, still agitated by the very existence of Venser in her life and now some other guy was making her laugh when she should be paying attention to no one else but the Living Guildpact since she was there as his liaison. And while he realized this wasn’t a rational or fair expectation, his logic crumbled under the pressure of his far more volatile emotions. The air around him grew charged as his anger flared to life, and those closest to him fell silent as they sensed his power beginning to ride the air.
Oddly enough, it was Ral who quelled his fury a moment later; the Storm mage arching an eyebrow at him mockingly, clearly able to feel his swelling energy. Shame and mortification drowned Jace’s anger instantly; he had access to incredibly dangerous power and he couldn’t be acting out like an adolescent. She made him feel so raw; his emotions ran high anytime she was involved. No, that wasn’t a fair assessment. He reacted to her in ways that were primitive; if anyone was to be blamed for his behavior, it was himself. She didn’t make him do anything; his choices and responses were entirely his own. This was the first fact he had to accept and understand if he was going to successfully connect with her. He didn’t like it one fucking bit though, this required patience when all he wanted to do was carry her off like he was some sort of beast.
After staring intently at the cloaked figure of the Living Guildpact for several minutes, Lorissa concluded her gut instincts were probably correct and discretion would be best. She admitted as much to Ral; her companion seemed a bit deflated by her assessment but then agreed it was a wise choice. He promptly left her side, something else presumably drawing his interest. That freed her to keep her full attention on the entity that ostensibly made all the rulings regarding Ravnica.
It was difficult to make out much; the dark clothing and cape basically hid anything memorable from sight. But there was something about the person’s lean frame that seemed familiar to her. She wondered if she’d seen them before and just not realized who they were at the time. It was possible; she visited many of the guilds due to her family being in more than one. In fact, that was how she’d run into Jace so many times when they had first met. He seemed to travel among the guilds quite a lot as well. She had never stopped to think about what one he might belong to; perhaps he was an Azorius or more likely a Dimir given the way he excelled at disappearing it seemed perfect for cloak and dagger activities.
Shaking her head to clear thoughts of Jace from her mind, she returned her attention to the Living Guildpact and was startled to find that he seemed to be looking in her direction. She couldn’t be sure, because his face was cast in shadows, but she felt as if his eyes were on her and she thought she caught a faint blue gleam from within the darkness. Her skin suddenly broke out in goosebumps and she shifted nervously in place.
Jace knew he should stop staring at her but he couldn’t make himself turn away. Just looking at her made him feel tense; predatory. To him, she was the most mesmerizing female in the place. Her slender, graceful shape and brilliant personality riveted his attention. And fuck he wanted her. Always. Would it ever stop? Even now he could feel his body reacting to her, despite being across the glade from her.
As the blood raced through his veins, his power surged with it, combining with his rising desire. He was seized by the temptation to use that power on her, to have her at his whim and mercy, like some of her darkest fantasies. He couldn’t forget the things he’d seen inside her mind on the night he’d watched her masturbate. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t want to. What she dreamed of doing to him, of having him do to her, was as pleasing to his ego as it was to his sex drive. Distracted by the memories of what he’d seen, he lost control of his restraint and unbidden some of his energy escaped, darting in Lorissa’s direction with incredible speed. His eyes widened in horror but before he could react, the nearly invisible blue stream swirled around her.
Lorissa was still trying to figure out if the Living Guildpact was in fact looking at her when something brushed against her ankles. She jumped in surprise, immediately glancing down to locate the offending source only to frown when she saw nothing there. A moment later, what felt like the barest caress leisurely skimmed up her side, spreading shivers in its wake. She could have sworn the tips of fingers slid across the bottom of her sensitive breasts, her nipples instantly growing hard in response. Her eyes widened in alarm as she wondered if she was being groped by someone using an invisibility spell. Ceren had been gone a long time after all, this sort of salacious trickery seemed like it would be right up his alley. And then her mind went blank for a second when she felt the sharp, exhilarating pressure of a thumb brush against her clit, the feeling ricocheting through her unprepared body with excruciating intensity. The air rushed out of her as exquisite pleasure sang across her nerves and she swayed where she stood.
Jace watched her with hungry eyes, his own desire climbing to threatening heights as he devoured the sight of her being pleasured. The power he’d released had seemed to take on a will of its own, shaped by his lust. He’d used telekinesis before but never to touch a lover. And he’d never felt connected to it, as if the telekinetic touches were blending with telepathy. Every reaction she had to the strokes of his power flared through his brain, so he could sense the way her body grew instantly aroused and feel the pleasure that she experienced. Was this some new ability he’d gained as Living Guildpact, or his own powers that he’d always had but never tried to use this way? It didn’t matter to him right now; all that mattered was the rapturous look on her face as his energies wrapped themselves around her and the sexual need he could sense in her body.
Lorissa shivered as a ghost of sensation brushed down her spine and up her thighs. A small moan of surprise escaped her lips as what felt like fingertips flicked over her nipples. Painful heat flashed through her body and she rubbed her thighs together as a stinging ache flared to life between them and she ran wet. Her legs nearly buckled when that unseen touch slipped up through her dripping heat before firmly stroking over her clit again. Her thighs spread apart of their own volition, silently begging for more, exposing a long line of skin from her heels all the way up to inches below her aching gates of paradise.
Jace was exulting in her responses, waves of pleasure and longing coursing through him as he felt what she did. Her body wanted to be taken, filled up, ridden until satisfied and his own body demanded he appease her. He needed to be inside her, drowning in the scorching tight wetness that drove him insane. An instant later he knew the exact second when his power slipped up between her thighs and delicately slid into that deliciously perfect place he fantasized about, penetrating her like he wanted to do in person. He watched as her eyes rolled closed and her head fell back, the look of desire on her face so blatant it tore at his already tenuous control.
And then he realized what he was doing; not only using his abilities on her without her permission but also worshipping her body in front of an audience. He felt a dark thrill course through him at the idea of making her orgasm while others looked on, letting them see how sexy she was even as they were unable to have her because she was all his. He was startled by the thought but an instant later animalistic denial roared through him and he realized he would never share something so intimate with anyone else. No one could see that look on her face but him. His power immediately dissipated and he saw her stagger in place at its disappearance.
Jace couldn’t believe what he’d been doing; what he’d almost done. He felt raw, exposed; as if anyone watching them could figure out he was under her spell. It was one thing to be around her in disguise, quite another to face her in his own form. And even though no one could see his face at the moment, most people there knew who he was. Luckily he wasn’t standing even remotely in her vicinity; if someone had noticed the unusual behavior she was exhibiting they wouldn’t know why. He finally made himself turn his head so it seemed as if he was no longer looking in her direction, but it was the last thing he wanted to do. His body screamed at him to go take what was his but he ignored it, forcing himself to interact with the emissaries around him and then quickly take his leave.
What he needed right now more than anything was to either be inside her or as far away from her as he could get.
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