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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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Several weeks later, Lorissa had fallen into a routine again, comfortable with the predictable if monotonous days in the company of a man who respected her boundaries. Venser had always been a genial companion, restful and capable of conversing with her about virtually anything of interest. He was also content to spend time together without pushing her for anything else and she appreciated his restraint, although now she was more aware of his interest than she had been before. In fact, she was much more conscious of him as a man in general lately; her eyes frequently drawn to the wide breadth of his shoulders and the fluid grace of his hands. She was fascinated by the adept way he handled spell components with equal parts agility and competence; it made her wonder if he was as good with his hands at other things. Which was a totally inappropriate thing to be thinking at work and also out of character for her, particularly regarding a man she viewed as a friend more than anything else.
Perhaps it was because of the impassioned kiss she had shared with Jace while he had been disguised as Venser. Although she now knew it had never been the Sojourner to begin with, she still had vivid, hot memories of his powerful body, demanding mouth and capable hands. The first time she’d seen him after Jace had kissed her wearing his face, she’d experienced a confusing conflagration of passion. Her mind had known she hadn’t straddled Venser’s thigh and ground against it while desperate with desire, but her body didn’t seem to make a distinction, reacting to the visual cue of his presence.
It was unnerving to feel herself respond to him in such a hotly sexual way; this man had become very dear to both her family and her. She resented experiencing desire that was misplaced and could jeopardize their friendship. Something else she could lay the blame for at Jace’s feet. She had always found Venser attractive but never in such a carnal light, even after their shared kiss she hadn’t been overwhelmed with physical cravings for him like she was with Jace. She didn’t care for this newfound attraction she felt for him, because she recognized it wasn’t genuine.
As for Jace, she had decided to keep her distance from him for a while. He had proven himself to be too volatile and aggressive to have around while she was trying to figure out what she wanted with him, if anything. She had been reflecting on their interactions, which had been admittedly limited but still seemed to consist of either amateurish arguing or sensational sex. Other than the physical intimacy, there hadn’t been what she considered meaningful exchanges between them. She barely knew him as a person; frankly she didn’t owe him anything and was free to walk away from anything he proposed.
Now, what she owed herself was another matter. She had been single for a large portion of her life, not only because she had been so busy pursuing a secure position in the Izzet League but also because she had refused to open herself up to being hurt. Most people she knew were magic users and looked down on those who couldn’t cast spells themselves. Jace was clearly a powerful mage; he didn’t seem to mind her lack of magical ability but she was pragmatic to the core and realized it was early in their association. What one found permissible in the beginning could easily become intolerable given the passing of time. He might change his mind later, if in fact things got serious between them.
Given his track record for running from even minor confrontations, it was likely he might cut and run. Although to be fair, he had given his word not to do that anymore and so far he seemed to be sticking to it. Of course, trusting his word was another matter altogether given how frequently he misled her. That was perhaps an issue as troubling as their mismatched magical talents; lack of trust could have serious ramifications and it made for a terribly unstable foundation.
But she couldn’t deny how alive he made her feel either. As aggravating as he was, he challenged her intellect with his constant mad schemes and he aroused her body with his very presence. Sometimes he was able to get a smile out of her, when he wasn’t pissing her off. She had caught glimpses of a sense of humor beneath his arrogant veneer. He was infuriatingly controlling and high handed though; and while that could be fun to experiment with sexually it was a pain in the ass as a trait in a partner, especially for someone as independent as she was. So she just wasn’t sure about dating him.
She still didn’t know how to get in touch with him, but she had a hunch it would be easy enough to locate him if needed. He had an annoying way of showing up in her life at the most inconvenient of moments. And he was always in her head; an irritating fact that couldn’t be denied. Thoughts of her many sexual escapades with Jace coupled with her recently heightened attraction to Venser left her in a distinctly dissatisfied state most of the time; her body uncaring of her mind’s wishes, only wanting to be sated. Luckily there were measures she could take to address the problem when she got home. And tonight she was going to indulge in one.
Lorissa enjoyed masturbation. It felt delightful because she knew exactly what got her off, it helped her relax and she got to be selfish since she didn’t have to worry about anyone else’s pleasure but her own. She frankly thought the world would be a better place if people did it more often. She herself did it on a daily basis; more frequently as needed. As a result, she had collected a variety of items to assist in her play time and now she reached under her bed to draw out her box of toys. She glanced through the assorted devices before selecting a pair of small matched globes.
She had come across creation notes for the pair of intricately carved spheres by accident. She’d been sorting through a stack of scrolls regarding physical treatments for various ailments when she’d found the interesting document detailing the balls. They had apparently originally been created to assist women with muscle recovery after childbirth, but it was quickly discovered that they served a secondary purpose of providing pleasure as well. Undeniably curious, she had gone to a blacksmith and had them craft the sleek metal spheres for her according to the scroll’s designs. Her initial use of the globes had been clumsy but fantastic and since then she’d become quite good at utilizing them for satisfying herself.
She carried the balls over to her bed and then quickly stripped off her skirt and panties with plans to redress afterwards; it was too early in the day to change into her pajamas. She flopped down onto her bed and then placed a pillow up against the headboard before scooting backwards until she was comfortably braced against it. Only then did she let her thighs fall apart, bringing one of the shining orbs up to roll it gently around her clit as she closed her eyes and thought of her favorite fantasy. Jace.
Jace was having the longest morning of his life; at least that’s what it felt like as he listened to the seemingly endless list of property entailment disputes the Orzhov emissary was rattling off to him. One would think that there would be more to worry about after death, but apparently money ruled even beyond the grave. The young man he was talking with was efficient and well spoken, his demeanor at once highly educated and wealthy. Tomik Vrona was one of the more interesting and lively of his emissaries; and as far as Jace could tell he was also the lover of Ral Zarek which meant he had an astute brain to go with his pretty face. Even so, it didn’t make the subject matter more interesting.
So it was with a strong sense of relief that Jace heard his name whispered in the recesses of his mind; there was only one person that his subconscious constantly scanned for. Lorissa was thinking about him; calling out for him really although he knew she wasn’t aware of it. He had been waiting for just such an event for what felt like ages; she had summarily dismissed him from her life weeks ago. He had existed in a state of uncertainty; aware he had no one to blame for her distance but himself thanks to his most recent manipulation of her. As the days went by, he had begun to wonder if the damage he had done was irreparable, so it was with considerable relief he registered her thoughts of him.
And just like that, he lost the ability to focus on the complex property disputes that Tomik was valiantly attempting to discuss with him. He held up a hand and said, “I apologize, I’m afraid I have sensed something rather urgent. Can we continue this discussion tomorrow?”
Tomik Vrona blinked in surprise; not used to being cut off by the Living Guildpact, who normally took his position quite seriously. There was a distinctly distracted look on the other man’s face at the moment, however, completely unlike his usual attentive one. Hardly in a position to argue, the advokist quietly agreed, watching as Jace stood with marked precipitousness and walked out the door. He slowly packed up his papers and since he now had some free time on his schedule, he decided to take a trip to the Izzet League to meet up with his partner.
“It was all quite strange,” Tomik mused to Ral while the two men curled around one another on the magewright’s work bench. “One moment we were going over the details of the entailments and the next the Living Guildpact was bolting out of there like he was on fire.”
Ral frowned, his mind sorting through possible causes for the other Planeswalker’s rapid departure. The overall list was surprisingly exstensive but, given the man’s recent behavior, he suspected he knew who the top priority was. Lorissa. Ral shot to his feet, dislodging Tomik in the process and said, “Sorry, but I’m afraid I have to go as well. I should be home early tonight.”
He kissed Tomik by way of apology, a long and leisurely exchange with a hint of tongue that brought both men a surge of pleasure, their hips lightly churning so their mirroring erections rubbed against each other. Although he wanted to prolong the sensation, Ral forced himself to break the contact, instinctively sensing he needed to interfere with Jace’s visit to Lorissa. Tomik sighed and then waved him off, both men laughing as they adjusted their uncomfortably tight pants before they separated and headed to their respective destinations.
Even though Jace had castigated himself multiple times about invading Lorissa’s thoughts, it still came to him like second nature as soon as he began following the thread of her calling his name. The sound was focused, rife with longing, and his blood immediately began to pound through his veins at the implication. She was touching herself again while thinking about him. He couldn’t resist the impulse to look in on her anymore than he could prevent his heart from beating. So he stopped where he was in the street and turned his attention inward, following the line of her thoughts until he could see her sprawled out half naked on her bed. She had a hand between her legs already, the other drifting in random circles over her body, and he gritted his teeth as intense sexual need surged through him.
Jace started moving again, the shrewd part of his mind formulating a plan even as his instincts clamored to take over. He was at Nivix in the blink of an eye, refraining from teleporting directly into the inner aerie out of respect for the guildmaster, opting to materialize outside of the chamber. The sentry on guard gave a startled yelp at his sudden appearance, he quelled the goblin with a fierce glare as he demanded, “I want an audience with your parun.”
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