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the Project	By : theLureln Category: +M through R > Magic: The Gathering Views: 11901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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
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- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
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Lorissa was dimly aware of the Living Guildpact taking his leave of the celebration, but she was too distracted by the fiery emptiness of her body to pay attention. Whatever had been pleasuring her to perfection had suddenly vanished, instants after she’d felt an unseen presence enter her, like the tip of a cock just teasing her before pulling out again. For some reason those touches felt familiar; reminding her of the way Jace was able to elicit such wild responses from her when they had sex. Shockwaves of sensation skittered through her, frustration pounding through her veins. She wondered how much longer she was obligated to remain at the gathering. As if conjured by her musings, Ral Zarek appeared at her side again, an inscrutable expression on his face.
Her guild mate had been chatting with Tomik after leaving her side, but when he’d sensed a startling surge of energy rush out of the Living Guildpact, he’d instantly turned his attention back on her, surmising the only person capable of causing a loss of control in Jace like that was Lorissa. Thus he had been witness to what appeared to be a rather obvious use of power to seduce her. He’d watched her body sway and react to seemingly nothing at all; he had a fairly good idea that telekinesis was involved. He had been utterly shocked by the man’s actions though; Jace was normally a cool and collected individual capable of thinking on his feet and in command of himself. Whatever the Living Guildpact felt for this woman was strong enough to override that innate part of his personality and Ral found himself wondering how dangerous that could be. Thankfully, the other man seemed to finally come to his senses before taking things to a point of no return and left.
At the bewildered look of confusion on Lorissa’s face, Ral understood she had no idea who had been using their powers on her. He pondered what she knew of Jace and his abilities; she didn’t know he was the Living Guildpact but it also seemed as if she had no idea he was a mind mage. The man had shared almost nothing of himself with her, which made Ral wonder about the nature of their interactions. Perhaps it was nothing but sex. He hoped so. It was Ral’s assignment to pair her with Venser and something based strictly on physical attraction would be much easier to overcome.
“There’s nothing that says emissaries are required to stay the whole night at these things,” he murmured by way of greeting, earning a dazed and grateful look from his guild mate.
“Is that so,” she said with obvious relief. “Will you be fine if I leave now then? I need to…take care of something at home.”
Ral nearly laughed at that; he could only imagine the state of her body right now after being played with by such potent powers. But he wasn’t supposed to know about that, having only sensed them because they had come from a Planeswalker like himself. “I’m perfectly capable of amusing myself for the rest of the evening.”
She smiled at him and nodded, turning to leave, before it occurred to them both that she’d arrived in the first place by teleportation and she had no magic by which to leave. She glanced back at him right as he sighed and reached for her arm. Power shimmered out from his body into hers and a dizzying instant later they were both standing in the library at Nivix.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said, her thoughts already centered on getting home without jumping on some poor strange man like a lust crazed maniac.
Ral saw the wild gleam in her eyes and briefly considered escorting her home but then recalled Tomik was waiting for him back at the party. She could take care of herself, she was a big girl. And he had a feeling Jace might be aware if something happened to her. So he bid her goodnight and vanished, eager to return to his partner.
Lorissa immediately headed to her place, grateful there was no one at the Aerie to see her dazed state. She was already making plans for some of her favorite toys and a bottle of wine, so she didn’t notice anything amiss as she approached her front door. When the gentle hand descended to tangle in her hair, she was completely oblivious to it. Although her ears heard, “This is nothing but a dream,” perfectly well.

Jace managed to exit the gathering without incident, but he found that his feet had carried him to Lorissa’s neighborhood without him realizing it. He leaned against a wall facing her home, arms crossed as he stared blankly ahead, his thoughts still on what had happened earlier. His power had never leaked out of him before; he recognized it was reacting to his own urges at the time but it was till unnerving to know something like that could happen. He’d also never played with a woman’s body that way before, he hadn’t ever thought to try it but he could definitely say it had been a pleasant experience. Of course he was now sporting a major set of blue balls since he’d been forced to leave without finishing anything, but the discomfort was tolerable. He wondered if she was still at the glade; he’d originally intended to go back and keep her company as Ceren but he didn’t trust his self control at the moment. And right then, as he was remembering how utterly tempting she’d been that night, she came walking into view with a distracted look on her face.
His body instantly snapped to attention and blood rushed to his groin, his cock up before he’d even had time to straighten away from the wall. She was there, when he’d been trying to avoid her. But had he really? His subconscious had brought him directly to her house, where he’d known she would eventually return. As much as he might try to convince himself he’d intended to do the right thing, the second he saw her he realized he was lying to himself.
He wanted her with an intense desperation, but he understood they were at a point in their relationship that didn’t allow for such intimacies. She was suspicious of his intentions and rightly so, he’d be the first to admit he seemed to be controlled by his appetites when it came to her. His body urged him to think of a way, and as she paused to open her door it came to him in a flash of insight. He was a master of mental magic and illusions; he could have her and make her think it was nothing more than a dream. His brain tried to warn him that was a terrible idea for multiple reasons, but his body simply shut it down, carrying him across the distance that separated them before she had time to walk inside. He ran a hand through her dark locks as he whispered to her the command to make her think she was sleeping.
She weaved on her feet for a moment as the suggestion took hold in her mind; he placed his hand on her lower back and helped her step into the house, closing the door behind him. She turned to look at him, a surprised expression on her face that quickly morphed to a smoldering one.
“In my dreams again Jace,” she murmured, reaching up to place a fingertip between his collarbones and then lightly draw it in a line down over the center of his chest. “You keep showing up in them.”
He was savagely glad that was the case, on fire where she had touched him even though he was still wearing his clothing and armor. He tilted her head back so their eyes met as he whispered, “That’s only fair since you’re always in mine.”
She smiled, pleased by his vehement admission. Then she stepped back and looked him up and down with a frown. “You are wearing entirely too many clothes for my liking.”
He laughed and gestured at her own outfit. “Look who’s talking.”
“Ah but this is my dream and I decide how it goes,” she said, touching the tip of his nose with one small finger. Then she shrugged good naturedly. “I suppose I can always undress you myself. Your body is so sexy it makes me crazy.”
He arched an eyebrow in surprise at her frankness, enjoying this forward side of her that he hadn’t got to see much of. His ego predictably responded to her interest in his physique and he hauled her down the hallway to her bedroom with all the finesse of a charging bull, so turned on he thought he was going to explode. And she hadn’t even touched him yet really. He had to remind himself that she thought this was all in her head; she should be the one dictating the pace no matter how hot he was to have her. He began reciting ingredients to various spells in his head until his boiling blood cooled.
By the time they reached her bedroom, Jace was feeling a little more in control of himself. Not enough to put a stop to the madness of what they were doing, but enough to pace himself. He had been waiting for this, wanting it for months, there would be no stopping him. Lorissa turned to him as he closed her bedroom door. “I want to take your clothes off now,” she whispered in his ear. "Can you stand still for me?"
            At her words, his body trembled, the thought of her hands on him an exquisite aphrodisiac. He gave a confident nod, no stranger to little games during sex. He’d been with several women in the past and some had been more adventurous than others. He’d always handled anything they threw at him with utter calm. He should have known that like everything else, nothing was quite the same for him with this woman.
            Lorissa stepped back from him, putting space between their bodies before reaching up to push the cowl completely off of his head, letting her fingers glide through his thick dark hair, her nails lightly scoring his scalp stirring up sensual shivers down his spine. She ever so slowly proceeded to caress his face, flitting down his brow, around his blue eye, along a sharp cheekbone before lingering on his mouth. Unlike many, she never seemed to mind or question his markings. She rubbed his bottom lip, her expression hungry, clearly wanting to kiss him but restraining herself. Heat swirled in his abdomen at that look; he was pleased that she was aroused from something so innocent, her desire for him gratifying and dizzying.
She turned her attention to the clasps on his cloak, her fingers working them loose with an effort. There was a scowl on her face as she finished removing them and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her disgruntlement. “What’s the matter, never removed a cloak before?”
She gave him an utterly serious look as she said, “No; I’ve never wanted to be the one to strip a man naked before either.”
The words stroked over his body, eliciting a throb deep in his groin. His eyes narrowed as she folded up the cloak and stepped away to place it on her nightstand. She paused to study him, her head tilted to one side, her expression dreamy and relaxed. “Your shoulders are so broad compared to mine,” she finally stated. “The cloak emphasizes them nicely but I don’t think you really need it. Plus, it hides your ass.”
Jace had his share of insecurities when it came to his looks; he could be taller, more muscular, have the more chiseled features the ladies loved. But he never felt that way with her. Lorissa seemed to think he was perfect, and it touched something deep inside of him that he’d kept guarded for most of his life. He smiled in delight, realizing that because she thought this was just a dream she was unafraid to reveal her full self to him. “My apologies, can you ever forgive me?”
She shrugged, smiling at his teasing tone. “As long as I get to grab onto it whenever I want.”
A heady surge of lust hit him and he assured her, “Anytime.”
Lorissa seemed satisfied with his response because she turned her attention to his heavy guards and then gloves, loosening them one finger at a time before sliding them free and tossing them aside. She gracefully lifted his hands up in the air and whispered, “Such amazing fingers; so talented at bringing my body pleasure.”
Jace’s pupils blew wide as she brought his hand to her mouth, sucking one finger in slowly. He watched mesmerized as it disappeared between her lips inch by inch, the wet heat making his dick ache with jealousy. She drew it back out just as leisurely, nipping the tip with a mischievous glint in her eye. His knees suddenly felt like jelly as he pictured her with his cock in her mouth, remembering how damn fantastic it felt, also recalling that she’d masturbated while thinking about him fucking her face.
His attention was drawn back to the present as she admiringly dragged her fingers up his leanly muscled arms and tip toed them across the angles of his collarbone. “This chest piece is a pain in my ass,” she commented matter of factly as she unfastened it. “You’ve fucked me so many times with it on, and it doesn’t feel nearly as good rubbing against my nipples as your chest does.”
He emitted a growl, hands flexing at his sides. “I’d apologize, but things get too hot too fast between us most of the time to properly undress. And frankly, I don’t regret it. Sex with you is unlike anything else.”
She dropped his chest armor on the ground near his arm guards and gloves, a small smile teasing the corners of her luscious lips. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls.”
He’d never felt compelled to say it to anyone in his life, but he knew she wasn’t aware of that. She wasn’t well enough acquainted with him yet, but she would be. He didn’t want to get into a heavy conversation with her right now, when she wasn’t even aware this was reality instead of a fantasy in her sleep. Besides, she’d just turned her attention to the fastenings on the shirt he wore under his chest armor, undoing them rapidly and with ease. Some part of his male brain was offended, how did she know how to get a man’s shirt off so fast? Hadn’t she said she’d never done this before? Although now that he really thought about her comment, he realized she said she’d never wanted to do it before.
Before his thoughts could tarry on that subject too long, she pushed the shirt down over his shoulders until it hung at his elbows and then she paused, her eyes drawn to his nipples as she reached out and softly stroked the muscles of his chest. His skin felt tight where she touched, his already hard erection pulsing in response. She leaned forward ever so slowly and tentatively licked over the ridge of a pectoral, trailing all the way over the nipple as well and an electric jolt zapped through Jace. His breathing quickened as she closed her mouth around it to suck before gently biting down. He shifted in place, reminding himself to stay fucking still, but not many of his partners had bothered exploring his body so thoroughly and she hadn’t even gotten to the waist yet. He might die.
She suddenly stepped back, looking at him almost shyly before reaching up to caress her own nipples, which were now hard points under the surface of her clothing. “Touching yours makes mine ache,” she whispered, cupping her breasts for a moment before sighing, “You’ll have to return the favor later.”
His mouth watered at the thought; he loved the way her body responded when he played with her tits. Sucking on her nipples made her crazy with desire, something he appreciated very much since he already enjoyed sampling them anyway. His dick started to leak in his underwear as he recalled the begging sounds she tended to make when he licked and suckled her breasts. He wanted to bury his face in them, or his cock. Had he actually promised to stand still? Did a nod really count?
Jace’s gaze snapped down as slender fingers feathered over his abdominals, his entire body tautening as the muscles twitched from the visceral pleasure. Her eyes narrowed to displeased slits as she reached the top of his sash slung around his waist. “Now this thing I hate, always hiding that gorgeous cock of yours from view. Although it’s probably for the best, otherwise I’d end up staring at the crotch of your pants every time I was around you.”
His mouth fell open in shock; he hadn’t realized that was something she’d tried to see when they were together. He guessed he shouldn’t be so astonished, considering some of the visions he’d seen in her mind. Still, it was surprising to hear such an admission from a mostly innocent and naïve looking woman. Somehow that made it even sexier, knowing such a naughty mind hid behind such a sweet face. She tugged the sash free and then dropped to her knees, sending his already aroused body into a feverish state of anticipation.
Having any woman on her knees in front of him was hot; having it be the one he obsessively fantasized about while he masturbated or fucked other women was mind melting. At the start of this he’d been sure of his ability to let her do as she pleased; now he was hanging on by a fragile thread. His breathing was harsh as she leaned forward to unbuckle his boots, turning her face so her cheek deliberately brushed ever so lightly against the outline of his shaft, the barest hint of a touch making him twitch as urgent need lashed through him.
She casually slung his boots over by his sash and then looked up at him through her eyelashes as she reached up to undo his belt. Jace forgot how to breathe when he saw the lust in her eyes. But her voice was casually indifferent as she removed the belt and said, “I have a couple of these you know. You keep leaving them with me.”
She could have all of his damn belts as far as he was concerned. As long as she kept looking at him like that, he’d give her anything she wanted. She smiled as if reading his mind and then undid his chaps and the snap to his pants. He politely lifted first one leg and then the other so she could remove them. She took her time about it, eyeing his muscles as they came into view and then catching him off guard by leaning forward to nuzzle down the curve of an inner thigh. He let out a groan, ready to snap.
She wisely refrained from doing it to the other thigh, pausing to fold the pants and chaps before neatly placing them on the ground. Then she rocked back on her heels to just look at him as he stood there in his last scrap of clothing; a pair of deep blue underwear that did absolutely nothing to conceal his obvious erection. “How delicious you are,” she finally murmured, spreading her legs slightly where she knelt. “I’m so wet for you right now.”
Jace growled at her words, something primitive and wild swirling inside of him and he was wondering exactly when he could move. The stupid underwear was on, so he had a terrible feeling he was still bound to remain in place. She gave him a very saucy glance and then she ran her tongue along the silhouette of his cock; it seared him even through the thin silk of his underwear. It also shattered his ability to keep his word; not only because it felt so good he thought he would die if he didn’t get inside her, but also because of the teasing behind the action.
She must have realized she’d gone too far because she said, “Wait, do you want me to undress?”
“Don’t bother,” he rumbled as he pulled her to her feet, tossing her onto her bed, ridding himself of the underwear and then landing on her an instant later. He flipped up the bottom of her dress, pausing to appreciate the tiny blue thong she was wearing for half a second before yanking it off.
He was mad with desire but even so he didn’t want to hurt her so he slipped his hand between her thighs, sighing with relief when he came into contact with the sleek fluid of her arousal. “Did you like that baby, undressing me?”
“As much as you liked me doing it,” she moaned, her back arching as he slid a pair of fingers deep inside her.
He gritted his teeth as her tight heat surrounded them, but maintained his sanity long enough to stroke deep inside to help her prepare to take him. The way he was feeling at the moment, he couldn’t guarantee to be either slow or gentle. Luckily, she seemed to like it just fine when he was occasionally rough in bed. When her hips rose up to meet the next thrust of his hand, he decided she was more than ready. He glided his body up over hers, his hips between her thighs as he guided his swollen cock to her dripping pussy. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he eased inside, the pleasure so intense it almost robbed him of his sanity. It had been so long since he’d been with her; he’d started to question whether anything could have felt as good as she did in his memories. He was elated to discover the fantasy paled before the reality; the fit so perfect it bordered on unbearable.
Jace took a few steadying breaths, trying to calm his raging need, but Lorissa was having none of that. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked her hips upward, pulling him in hard and fast. He let out a groan at the piercing sensations elicited by her movement and then he gave up trying to be a gentleman. His hands clamped down on her hips, anchoring her in place as he swiftly thrust into her, each stroke slightly harder and deeper than the last.
“Oh yes just like that,” she gasped, her words affecting him like the most lavish praise he’d ever heard, his dick seemingly growing harder if possible.
The fabric of her dress chafed against his chest; he wanted to feel her skin. He pushed up on his elbows to look down at her; her hair was fanned out on the bed around them and her eyes were closed. The expression of rapture on her face was at once arousing and satisfying in the most primal way. No one else could do this to her; he’d kill them first. Startled by the violence of the thought, he dropped his gaze down to her beautiful breasts, watching as they bounced with each thrust of his cock into her cunt. Her nipples were pressed up to the fabric and their outline seemed to beckon him. He leaned onto one arm and used his free hand to pull the bodice down underneath her tits so they were framed and lifted by the material. The color of her areolas was some indefinable shade between dark pink and pale red, as vivid to his vision as any berry he’d seen in nature. For a second he just hung suspended over her because he enjoyed the view so much.
Then he dropped his head down and drew one tip into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before sucking on it hard. Jace felt her pussy spasm the same instant she moaned; he fucking loved how sensitive her body was. He did it again just to hear her sigh and feel her squeeze around his cock, the satisfaction of her response as exquisite as the sensation itself. He flexed his muscles, picking up speed, his hips slapping against the back of her thighs, her ankles locked tight around his torso. The friction was fantastic; the silky dripping heat welcoming every inch of his dick as he thrust into her again and again.
“Mmmm Jace you feel so good,” she panted, his whole body tensing as she said his name for the first time during sex. She’d never done that before, apparently she felt comfortable doing it now because she didn’t think this was reality. Whatever the reason, hearing her say his name excited him even more, delicious waves rippling through his body.
“You take my cock so fucking well Lorissa,” he growled, his hand dropping down to cup her ass and anchor it in place as he pounded into her slippery cunt. “Your pussy was made for me.”
She gasped her approval, her nails digging into his back, and he kissed her like he wanted to devour her. It was maddeningly true, she felt perfect. He couldn’t get enough of this; never have enough of her. He felt the tension rising in her body, his own already rapidly approaching the point of no return. Some practical part of his mind warned him he had to be careful; if he got off inside her she would know this wasn’t a dream in the morning. He wildly considered ejaculating on her breasts, the thought arousing in the extreme, remembering how she’d been curious what it would look like. His cock throbbed painfully at the tempting thought and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold onto control so she finished first. As much as he wanted it; that wasn’t a possibility either since he hadn’t taken all of her clothes off. He was too close now; he wasn’t going to stop to try and figure out how to remove the damn dress. It wasn’t like he could launder it afterwards either.
Lorissa started making these beautiful whimpering sounds, her pussy getting tighter with every penetration of his dick. She leaned up and started nipping at his neck, subconsciously begging him for more an instant before groaning out, “Fuck me harder Jace.”
His eyes rolled as he shuddered at the request, his body eagerly obeying, both hands dropping down to lift her ass up so he could use his knees for leverage as he pumped into her wet cunt over and over. He felt it the moment she came; her pussy getting so tight his vision went out of focus. He fought off his own orgasm, pleasure searing his nerves as she spasmed around his shaft again and again. The moment her body relaxed, he slipped his penis out of her pussy and crawled up so he knelt over her face.
Her eyes, drowsy with contentment, locked onto his as he propped her head up on a pillow an instant before shoving his cock in her mouth. He felt her moan as he started thrusting, her lips stretched wide around his dick, her hands coming up to grab his ass. He spread his knees wider and leaned slightly forward and down, one palm coming to rest on the mattress in her hair, his hips relentlessly forcing her mouth to take every inch of his cock that would fit. He reached behind him, his heel pressing down on her pubic bone as his palm rubbed against her clit and his fingers pushed into her pussy. He felt her clench hard as she moaned around his dick. His body started shaking as her head lunged up, eagerly sucking him off, not pulling away even when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.
He thrust into her mouth hard and fast, his fingers mirroring the motion of his hips, his balls tightening as he felt her growing wetter and tighter every time his dick slid over her tongue. An excruciating tension coiled in his gut and then he groaned as he felt his climax approaching, precum dripping onto her tongue. Lorissa’s mouth hummed around his cock as she moaned again and then her pussy cinched tight around his fingers. He felt the ripples of her orgasm and knowing she got off from sucking his dick catapulted him into his own release. He came down her throat hard, seeming to spew a never-ending stream of white hot cum between her lips. She drank it all down, her cunt quivering around his fingers as she rode out her own climax. It was so fucking sexy he knew he’d be able to go again in an instant, but he realized he shouldn’t; he’d already broken all the boundaries of propriety by doing this in the first place.
Jace carefully slid down onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving and his body suffused in bliss. He pulled her into his arms, hungrily memorizing the look of her swollen lips glazed with his cum before reaching out to gently wipe it away. He couldn’t leave any signs of being there after all. She sighed and snuggled into him, her head on his chest, her hair surrounding him in silken chains at once fragile and inescapable. In that moment, everything in his life felt right. He was content. It was a rare experience for him and for once he didn’t try to resist it or protect himself from the vulnerability it brought with it. He simply enjoyed the sensation.
He glanced down at Lorissa as her breathing slowed; she had finally succumbed to the sleep he’d convinced her she was in. He placed a light kiss on the top of her head before reluctantly climbing out of the bed. He dressed slowly, avidly studying her peaceful features and her beautiful body. He knew what he’d done was a terrible thing; he should not have used his powers to seduce her without her actual consent. And yet still he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. She had been totally open with him; playful and sensual and he was glad he’d experienced every second of it.
Once he had his clothes back on, he set about righting hers. He couldn’t resist rubbing her nipples with his thumbs, growling when she moaned in her sleep and the tips grew hard. He chastised himself as he quickly pulled her top back up and then retrieved her panties from the floor. It was torture drawing the tiny thong back up the sleek length of her legs, but he forced himself to behave as he slipped the underwear back on. He could feel himself responding to her again already and he sighed, not understanding his addiction to her but accepting it was there nonetheless. He pulled a blanket up over her and then with one last look, he teleported outside.

“The boy hasn’t walked recently,” the great figure grumbled as it strolled across fields of ash, stirring up a cloud of dust in its wake that was as dark as its mood.
“He’s been too busy trying to get laid,” the man with him muttered, his own manner deep in thought.
“The same female again,” it was a statement more than a question. At the man’s nod, the massive Walker let out a low rumble of displeasure. “I may need to do something about this. My interest is in weakening his presence on Ravnica, not having him loitering about to interfere in my plans.”
"I’m not entirely sure he’d notice right now,” the man shrugged. “He’s been spending all of his spare time manipulating this woman. And I have seen him use his powers in ways that I thought would go against his nature; she seems to bring out the worst in him.”
“Is that so,” the lumbering entity said, it’s expression now thoughtful. “Perhaps we should see how far he will cross his boundaries. I will think on this for a while; a helping nudge might be in order. I just have to find the perfect person for the job.”
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