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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
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- 9-Nine
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- 11-Eleven
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- 14-Fourteen
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The poor guard stationed outside of Niv-Mizzet’s inner aerie looked understandably terrified, although it was hard to say whether it was due to Jace’s sudden appearance or his request. “I’m afraid he’s not available at the moment,” the sentinel managed to squeak, cowering at the scowl his response earned him but more afraid of his liege than the human before him. Niv-Mizzet was known to eat those who displeased him.
“He will see me,” Jace said confidently. “Now go in there and let him know Jace Beleren is here, or I will show myself in.”
The goblin paled; aware such a breach would be viewed as total failure of his duties, making death a more likely possibility. “Wait here,” he babbled, hastily turning to scramble through the door.
Jace tapped a foot in annoyance, vaguely aware of the deep timbre of Niv-Mizzet’s voice booming inside the chamber as it lashed at the guard in obvious displeasure. Given a moment to himself, he immediately checked back in on his lover’s activities, biting back a groan as he watched her spread her legs and slide what looked like two metal globes around her dripping cunt. He blindly reached out to brace himself against a wall as lust roiled through him, bringing with it a predatory impatience that had little tolerance for the time he was wasting.
Lorissa had become quite obsessed, at least sexually, with the man who seemed to drift in and out of her life and daily routine with alarming frequency. He showed up at her work, at her house and even in her dreams. Given how strongly she was attracted to him, she supposed it was inevitable that he’d become her favorite thing to think about while getting off. She knew his scent, his taste, the feel of his body to the exact detail. As she leisurely slid her shirt up to cup her breast, she thought about his rough, demanding touch when he would tug on her nipples. The low simmer of desire between her legs smoldered into something stronger, her body filling with a languid heat that left her wet and ready, opening her pussy up to accept his cock. Unfortunately it wasn’t at her disposal at the moment; the balls would have to do.
She easily slid one inside her sleek passage, biting down on her lower lip as delicate sensation tingled through her while she inserted the first ball with careful precision. As it settled into place against her inner walls, jagged spikes of feeling streaked through her body, heightening her senses, her skin suddenly receptive and eager for contact. The breast beneath her hand grew swollen and the barest amount of pressure from her fingertips on her nipple caused a spasm in her pussy, the feeling so intense. She was slippery with desire, the second ball gliding into place without trouble and pleasure inundated her senses as it clinked against the first sphere, the vibrations of the light contact an exquisite experience.
Niv-Mizzet was wearing an amused if questioning look on his face as Jace strode into the room, the dragon surrounded by a sea of books indicating he had been disturbed in the midst of research. “What emergency brings the Living Guildpact to my abode unannounced and uninvited?”
It was a warning as much as a greeting and Jace reminded himself to curb his temper; he was here for purely selfish reasons and intruding upon the Firemind’s time. Taking a slow, calming breath, he replied, “Pardon the intrusion parun, I wouldn’t have disturbed you without a matter of some urgency to me.”
The dragon ruffled his enormous wings, setting off a breeze in the aerie, his expression decidedly sardonic, having noted the wording. “Do enlighten me to the event that so concerns you.”
Jace flushed, not only at the comment rife with derision but also at the realization the leviathan was correct to be agitated. This was a purely personal matter and he had no intention of sharing the details. “It’s between me and my emissary,” he evasively responded, which was entirely true.
Niv-Mizzet’s eyes narrowed shrewdly and then, quite unexpectedly, the earlier annoyance faded from his countenance, morphing into something vaguely calculating that served to make the man trepidatious. “Then by all means tell me your request and I’ll endeavor to have it fulfilled.”
Jace eyed him suspiciously; the dragon suddenly being solicitous putting his instincts on edge. But before he could carefully consider the change in behavior, he heard in the background of his mind the soft whimpering of Lorissa and realized she was quickly approaching her climax. He wouldn’t allow it; he was in no mood to be content as a spectator.
“I want you to summon Lorissa to the Aerie immediately,” Jace demanded, stalking the enormous chamber like a caged beast, spurred by agitated desire.
“In what capacity, one has to wonder,” the dragon chidingly mused, clearly noting the frustration evident in the man’s tense frame.
Not inclined to go into it further, Jace forgot his need for cautious respect, his response a curt, “I will meet her in her lab. See it done,” before he quit the room.
Niv-Mizzet’s muzzle wrinkled with a snarl of irritation, not used to taking commands and finding them not to his taste. Still, the Guildpact’s word was law so even as he chafed at the necessity, he dispatched a messenger to his archivist’s house with the understanding the matter required haste.
Jace had been taking note of Lorissa’s schedule far longer than he cared to acknowledge, so he was easily able to locate her lab, letting himself in and settling down into a corner that faced the door. He instantly reconnected his thoughts with Lorissa’s, sucking in a sharp breath as he experienced the intense heated longing that was coursing through her. She had done something to herself; a quick search through her recent thoughts revealed the insertion of two metal balls deep inside her. His body reacted with jealous aggravation; his state of arousal increasing to an uncomfortable degree even as he resented her for trying to substitute something in his place. That she had been thinking of him was satisfying and gratifying; that she refused to seek him out frustrating in the extreme. He was going to make her understand this thing between them was not to be resisted.
Lorissa was basking in the sensual onslaught of her body, her hands lazily drifting over her curves as she indulgently rolled her hips, when a loud knock on her front door jarred her out of her reverie. She sat bolt upright on the bed, frowning in agitation that quickly escalated to alarm as another series of thuds reached her ears. Apparently it was someone with an urgent need; she debated pretending like she wasn’t home but since her visitors were so rare she decided that whoever had come to call must have a genuine concern. With a sigh, she slipped out of the bed, hastily pulled down her skirt and headed for the door. She bit her lip at the first step, the balls lodged inside her gently shifting with the impact and motion, flagrant sensation skittering through her already aroused body. She almost paused then to remove the spheres but another staccato rapping had her on the move again, each footfall sending pulsing waves of pleasure through her until she was running wet.
She was taking short breaths by the time she yanked open the door, her demeanor agitated and distracted, completely unprepared for the sight that greeted her. A messenger from the Izzet League was just raising his fist to hammer on the door again and nearly hit her in the face. He pulled back in surprise, stuttering an apology before hurriedly informing her that Niv-Mizzet requested she go to her lab at the bequest of the Living Guildpact.
Caught off guard and compromised by the salacious state of her body, Lorissa weakly tried to come up with an excuse not to go but the messenger had been told it was a matter of some import so he refused to leave without her. She couldn’t really blame him, their parun took failure poorly. So taking a deep breath to fortify herself, she gingerly slid on a pair of backless shoes, lamenting the inability to change out of her outfit which was decidedly not appropriate for work. As she was readying to step outside, the messenger informed her he had a teleportation spell at hand for them to use; she blinked at this further indicator of something being amiss. What was so urgent that it couldn’t wait? Sighing, she waved him inside, locked the door and then placed her hand on his arm, grimacing as the spell materialized them directly outside of her lab.
The messenger placidly waited for her to enter the room, calmer now that his duty had been nearly completed. Lorissa muttered under her breath as she made her way into the lab, flipping on the lights as she shut the door behind her. She nearly shrieked when the overhead glow revealed the outline of a very familiar man lounging in a chair directly across from her. “What are you doing here?”
Jace studied her from beneath lowered eyelids, his posture an odd combination of relaxation and anticipation. His eyes leisurely skimmed over her body, making her incredibly aware of how little skin her sweetheart tank top and mini box pleated skirt covered. Her body, already primed for sex thanks to her own ministrations and the presence of the globes still lodged inside her, responded to that look with graphic intensity. Her breasts and pussy swelled with heated reaction, engorged just from being in his presence. Rivulets of fluid trickled down her inner thigh, thankfully hidden from view by the short skirt.
He thought she looked delectable in her little outfit, the tank top easy to slide down and the skirt equally able to be flipped up. He noted the way her nipples visibly hardened beneath the thin material of her top, his hunger ratcheting up another notch, holding himself in the chair with considerable constraint. “Fulfilling a task for the Living Guildpact,” he replied, shifting in place to alleviate the pressure of his pants against his dick.
Lorissa noted the minimal motion, her eyes instantly drawn to the sash across his lap, which for once didn’t work against her sight, the outline of his erection obvious. The need inside her grew; she’d always been susceptible to her attraction to him and right now she was so turned on she found him virtually impossible to resist.
“You know him,” she managed to get out on a suffocated breath, unable to tear her gaze away from his crotch.
“Better than anyone,” Jace quietly answered, wondering how to proceed now that he had his prey in sight, noting her proximity to the door and her skittishness. He didn’t want to push too fast and frighten her away. “You look flushed, are you alright?”
Lorissa’s cheeks, shaded pink with arousal, turned an even darker shade of red at his polite inquiry. “I was just brought in to Nivix on short notice at the request of the Living Guildpact; I’m out of sorts. Thank you, though.”
Jace smothered a smile at her discomfiture and reply; even in her current state she was still well mannered. And her gaze was noticeably fixated on his lap, a fact that brought his already hard cock to further prominence. “I have already taken care of the matter you were sent for.”
His response surprised her enough to finally tear her eyes away from his shaft and focus on his face. “You did?”
“Yes,” he assured her, and then moved on before she could ask further questions. “That’s why I’m in here. Although now, I think it seems as if the two of us need something taken care of too.”
She didn’t think he was aware of the nature of her current problem, until he deliberately glided a hand to the front of his sash and over the length of his erection. For a second she forgot how to breathe, every part of her being absorbed in following the casual motion of his hand as he brushed the sash aside and firmly rubbed his palm down the material of his pants against his dick. “Lock the door behind you.”
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