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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
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Lorissa had just changed out of her working outfit into a comfortable top and shorts when there was a crisp knock at her door. Frowning in equal parts surprise and annoyance, she glanced at Nix, but the great Pride Lion was contentedly grooming himself in the spacious living room, looking incongruous amongst her piles of books and scrolls that needed sorting. Whoever had decided to drop by unannounced wasn’t a threat. As a rule, she didn’t get many visitors other than family members and being a single female working for low wages, she didn’t live in the best part of town. Her place was comfortable and perfect for one; the interior boasted older hand carved woodwork that had drawn her to it despite the questionable neighborhood. It could never be considered modern with its outdated tiling and interior designs but she found its unique character charming, something the newer buildings lacked. With a lion in residence she didn’t have to worry about the shady area as much as some; but she still didn’t like it when she got an unexpected guest.
Thus she only opened the door the tiniest fraction so she could peek outside to see who it was. She was startled when familiar hazel blue eyes peered back at her, Venser amusedly arching an eyebrow at her through the narrow crack. Upon seeing him, her earlier trepidation vanished and she gave him a broad smile as she moved back so he could step inside.
“Hey, I wasn’t expecting to see you again until the morning,” she said by way of greeting as he moved past her so she could close the door behind him. “Did you forget something?
As he turned and faced her, she belatedly noticed how close their bodies were in the confines of her entryway and immediately felt crowded by his presence. He was a big man, broad through the shoulders and well built in stark contrast to her short, slender stature; consequently she felt dwarfed by him most of the time. She had a personal area she liked to maintain around herself, like anyone else, and having a man inside of that zone made her distinctly uncomfortable, even if that man was a friend. She instinctively tried to shuffle backwards to get some space, but the door was at her back and in the way. He watched her with a strange expression, at once bemused and curious. She realized then that she probably looked ridiculous trying to skitter away from him, so she went still for the sake of her dignity and gave him another bright smile, genuinely pleased to see him.
He blinked as if stunned, the enigmatic look on his face shifting to something recognizable; a heat that was distinctly intent and intense. It was also out of place; she wasn’t used to seeing such an expression on his face since he was generally given to stoic behavior. Then he swiftly closed the distance between them, moving with an assured grace as he murmured, “Yes, this.” And then he kissed her.
It caught her completely by surprise, in more ways than one. Venser had been so careful to be respectful of her lately that she had begun to wonder if she’d imagined his attraction to her. Their first kiss seemed like a distant dream now, brief as it was. It was only the occasional stolen glance on his part that had clued her in to his continuing interest, along with the gentle indirect verbal queries he made every once in a while. But since that day, he hadn’t tried to kiss her again, or engage in other sort of sexual contact. It was almost as if he had withdrawn from the pursuit; something she found at once a relief but also a disappointment.
He was definitely engaging her in contact now though. The one time they had kissed, he had been confident but questioning, letting her lead the pace and depth of the embrace. He’d been skilled but almost submissive, careful to read her for queues. This time, his mouth took hers like he owned it, with a fierce intensity that demanded a response. There were no soft, searching touches. No asking whatsoever. His tongue swept over hers with assertive, heated strokes that had her insides melting under the scorching onslaught. His palms were resting flat against the door on either side of her head, his strong, hot body leaning into hers pressing her back against the wood making her aware of how overtly large he was compared to her. The disparity in their sizes sent a salacious thrill through her, hardening her nipples and making her thighs shift as a dull ache began between her thighs.
He must have noticed her small response because he let out a faint, muffled groan and the kiss deepened as he moved his tongue with increasing aggression. His hips restlessly brushed against her; she was startled to feel his erection pressing firmly on her abdomen. He’d gotten so hard so fast just from kissing. Even more surprising was her own response to that firmness, her body seeming to open in receptive anticipation, languid heat sluicing through her as she grew wet. How different it was this time from the last; their previous kiss had been nice and somewhat arousing; this one made her feel almost frantic and mindless with desire.
There was something oddly recognizable about the quality of it, her mind trying to recall why this set of reactions on her part seemed engrained. As her hands slowly unclenched from her sides to come to rest on his trim waist, it seemed perfectly natural when one of his thighs slipped between hers. He pressed it up against seam of her shorts, flexing lean muscle so that it rubbed against her clit through the thin material. The contact was electric, delicious sensation skittering from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, eliciting a moan from her that had his body tautening under her hands an instant before he reached down to drag one of her legs up so that she was fully straddling his thigh as he ground against her. She eagerly rubbed her crotch against him, the pressure on her clit so deliciously sharp it bordered on pain.
Somehow the kiss got even hotter, his tongue and body moving against hers in a sensual rhythm of blatant sexuality. It reminded her of the primitive heat that had only ever existed between her and Jace before and she was shocked to feel it now with Venser. She responded to that skillful display, instinctively trying to get closer to him, excited by the way his erection rubbed against her stomach. The hand he had hooked around the back of her thigh tightened briefly when she flagrantly leaned into him, the tension between them palpable. She slid her palms down his lower back to grab onto his ass, pulling him more securely against her, and she gasped when she felt his hips rotate in a gesture at once as mind blowing as it was strangely familiar.
It pulled her out of her daze and helped her center her thoughts. She was about two seconds away from having an orgasm with a man she didn’t want to lead on. What’s more, something just struck her as odd about the entire situation. She’d kissed men before and never been so turned on. She hadn’t been this desperately aroused the time Venser had kissed her before. Only one man had ever gotten her so out of control so easily; in fact she’d already thought of him once during this whole thing. And now that her thoughts were clear enough to function again, she realized that almost everything about this particular embrace was a mirror to ones she’d shared before. With Jace.
Lorissa abruptly stiffened in her lover’s arms, shoving against his chest and causing him to fall back in surprise. She glared up into the ruggedly handsome features of Venser, her senses on high alert. She wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but she didn’t think her body was lying to her. The way this man played her reactions to perfection was simply too accurate; as if honed by practice. This wasn’t Venser. So then…
“Who the fuck are you? Jace?”

Jace hadn’t meant to get so involved in the kiss; he hadn’t even planned on kissing Lorissa at all when he stormed up to her door wearing Venser’s face. To be honest, he’d been running on gut responses with no plan in mind whatsoever, something he normally loathed doing but seemed to make a habit of with her. He’d been driven by the need to understand her relationship with the other man and how much it colored the feelings she had for Jace. The two of them spent so much time together, it was natural to feel threatened; particularly when he didn’t know what their interactions were like. All he’d intended to do was pay her visit, have a neutral chat with her to see what things were like between them.
But she’d answered the door in a thin top that barely covered her navel, the outline of her breasts visible under the material. The shorts she was wearing were criminally high, exposing a tremendous amount of skin and a luscious line of beautifully formed leg. His libido, always at attention in her presence, had jumped to dangerous levels instantly. Unfortunately it had the predictable effect of reducing his intellect; his common sense crumbling under his lust as he crowded her out of instinct.
When she turned around to look at him, she must have felt he was standing too close and stumbled trying to step away. It triggered a myriad of responses in him, some of them so deep they resided in the reptilian section of his brain. On the conscious level he recognized she wasn’t comfortable sharing too much personal space with Venser; the implication being that while they might be attached to one another they probably hadn’t gotten physically intimate. The realization brought with it a visceral relief and satisfaction. Jace had to shake the urge to gloat; she might yell at him all the time but she didn’t avoid his touch; she craved it even when she was angry. Her retreat called to something more primitive as well, especially coupled with the newfound knowledge that she hadn’t had sex with Venser yet. The urge to chase down a mate, remind her who she belonged to, rashly compelled him to act before thinking things through and he was kissing her before he knew it.
Her reaction set off a whole new series of issues for him. As usual, the feel and taste of her was so spectacular it went straight to his head and he kissed her like he wanted to eat her alive, completely forgetting that he was wearing someone else’s face. At first she remained stiff in his embrace but it wasn’t long before she was kissing him back with that delectably sweet passion he craved. She was so responsive; always hot and ready for him to take her that his body was conditioned into its own state of readiness whenever she was around. He was so attuned to her, he noticed the instant her nipples got hard and his already aroused cock ached so intensely he rubbed himself against her. After that the kiss spun wildly out of control.
But even then, in the midst of the intense carnal need, his mind managed to taunt him that she wasn’t kissing Jace like this. She thought she was kissing Venser. They might not have had sex yet, but it seemed like she might be willing to give it a try. Irrational rage flared inside him, his hold tightening with an angry possessiveness he’d never experienced before but seemed to fall prey to quite frequently around her.
As agitated as he was, he still couldn’t resist the siren song of her body, slipping his thigh between hers and delighting in the way she wantonly rode it. He was drowning in the kiss just as much as she was, her excitement fueling his own as he guided her towards an orgasm. He could feel the tension in her body, sense her rising arousal so acutely it was almost painful. He thrust his body against the length of hers, his hips rocking in a simulation of the way he fucked her, torn between being furious at her for her desire and powerless to being swept along by it.
And then she suddenly broke out of his embrace, forcing him away as she demanded to know who he was. His blood froze in his veins when she said his name out loud. He’d messed up with her once again and he had no idea how he was going to get himself out of this disaster of his own making.
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