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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
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- 9-Nine
- 10-10
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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There were many reasons Lorissa should refuse the softly stated demand Jace had issued. The two of them were on such uncertain ground; he was determined to press his suit and she had decided to let it play out but she was still skeptical about his intent. And furious that he had kissed her while disguised as Venser, deeply resentful of the deception. That was a slight that was going to take a long time for him to make up for. Sex would only make everything more complicated; unfortunately her body disagreed and she loved sleeping with him.
Jace waited with forced patience, watching the variety of emotions flicker over her face, easily able to discern what they were without reading her mind. He took that time to study her unhindered, appreciating the delicate curves and slender grace, the tank top dipping just enough at the neckline to expose the tops of her modest bust, her gorgeous breasts full and pert. The outline of her nipples was still visible, tantalizing his already rapacious senses. He knew the deep color of them, the textured way they felt when he pinched them, the delicious taste of them when he sucked on them until she was drenched with want. He took a deep breath to calm himself, nostrils flaring like a stallion ready to mount his mate. He wanted to bend her over and thrust deep until she screamed for him.
Instead, he calmly spoke into the growing silence to assuage her doubts and soothe her nerves. “I know you’re worried about moving too fast, so I’ll stay right here and we can just watch. That should be safe enough, don’t you think?”
Lorissa tilted her head as she took in his words, the offer a strong temptation if it was what she suspected. But, to keep the boundaries clear for her conscience, she had to be sure. “Are you suggesting we masturbate together?”
He would suggest anything she wanted to hear in order to keep her there with him right now; his nod an acceptance of the limitations. This acquiescence could lead him to greater rewards after all; he knew how hot blooded she could be in bed, her passion an intoxicating part of her allure.
Her eyes flickered to where he was still occasionally rubbing his thumb across his shaft, the rigid outline prominent and enticing. The thought of him wrapping his fingers around that delicious cock and stroking it was incredibly sexy, the ache between her legs intensifying with sharp impatience. She’d never gotten to watch him do that, she found the temptation of his offer impossible to resist, his virility able to wear away her doubts with remarkable ease. Wordlessly, she reached behind her and turned the lock in the door before dropping down onto a nearby chair, her eyes transfixed by the sight of him unfastening his belt and pants, the annoying sash discarded to the side. He casually pulled back the flap on his underwear, the head of his engorged cock immediately pushing free. She licked her lips as libidinous urges crept through her, encouraging her to crawl over to him and slide that gorgeous erection into her mouth, but she remained where she was with an extreme exertion of will.
Jace took note of her heated stare, his own excitement climbing as he witnessed hers, their ability to easily arouse one another one of the things that rendered him helpless to keep away from her. He curled his fingers around the base of his shaft, propping it upright, enjoying the way her eyes traced its turgid length. He settled himself more securely into his seat, leaning back his head so it rested against the wall behind him as he looked at her through his lashes and lazily pumped his hand up and down his dick, suppressing a groan when her lips parted and her little pink tongue darted out to lick them. He knew she was thinking about sucking his cock and fuck, did he want her to.
“You’re very lovely, you know,” he murmured, his hushed voice purely conversational, belying the raging need running in his veins as he feasted on her with his gaze. “You have beautiful breasts, legs, eyes, lips; everything really. I think about you all the time when I get off.” Even when he was with other women, but there was no need to go into that.
His nonchalant admission had as much of an effect on her as watching the relaxed pace of his hand stroking his cock, inciting her desire to a fever pitch. At that moment she thought he was beautiful himself; his lean strength curbed, sprawled out before her almost fully clothed so that the sight of his erection was even more titillating to her senses. Her body, already aching from her earlier interrupted play and the spheres still lodged within her, began to pulse with the practiced motions of his hand.
The need to touch herself spiked abruptly, but she hesitated, an acute shyness arresting her. She had masturbated countless times in the past but not explicitly for a partner. Jace looked perfectly comfortable at the moment and she briefly wondered if this was a common occurrence for him, the thought sparking an annoying jealousy within her at the thought of him displaying his magnificent body for another woman. She quickly dismissed it, aware there was no permanent tie between them and she had no more claim to his past than he had to hers. And because it was easier to dwell in the moment, she flipped up her skirt, smiling to herself when she saw his eyes darken and his hand fall still at the sight of her bare pussy. She hadn’t bothered to put on panties before leaving because there hadn’t been any time.
Jace’s libido kicked into full alert at the sight of her on display for him, her shapely thighs spread wide. She was exquisitely delicate and dripping wet; he was intimately acquainted with how very receptive she was to his dick. His grip tightened convulsively on the base of his shaft as his breathing accelerated, his previous poise beginning to desert him as more primal imperatives switched on.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he rasped out as his hand started pumping up and down his engorged cock, the look on his face one of intent animalistic preoccupation as ripples of pleasure and expectant anticipation flowed out to the rest of his body. He’d jerked off a lot and was quite familiar with the enjoyment of self fulfillment; this was something else and it felt amazing. He wasn’t sure if it was because he perpetually wanted her or because of how hot she looked right then, with her pretty cunt wet and crammed full of sex toys that she didn’t know he was aware of.
Lorissa gently rolled her hips as she watched him work his dick with practiced ease, pre cum slipping out of the tip and running along his hard length. She bit her bottom lip in appreciation of his virile exhibition, her fingers drifting down to her clit, captivated by the way his eyes hungrily followed them down. She lightly brushed against the sensitive bud, shuddering at the lash of exquisite feeling that whipped through her, everything heightened by the balls inside her, his presence in the room in all its glorious masculinity and the knowledge he was going to get himself off watching her.
Their concupiscence lent a simmering energy to the air as she reached up to cup a breast with her other hand, gently rubbing her thumb over the outline of her nipple, the sound of Jace’s accelerated breathing as he appreciated the view adding to the thrill that coursed through her. Her breasts and passage felt ripe, luscious and begging for his touch; her fingers plucking at her nipple and clit as she grew increasingly turned on from not only the heated pleasure running though her body but the fast, confident way he stroked his cock. She loved his hands; he knew how to caress her in a way that brought maximum enjoyment. He was staring at her with a predatory focus as he pumped his fist, glance drifting from her face to her breasts and then coming to rest between her thighs. His rhythm abruptly grew far less composed, his expression feral, triggering an answering lust in her that was bone deep and purely instinctual. She swiveled the hand between her legs so that her thumb was rubbing her clit as she slid a pair of fingers into her pussy, moaning at the penetration.
Jace bit off a curse under his breath, bewitched by the sight of her playing with her nipple, the sucking sounds of her fingers slipping in and out of her tight, hot cunt, recalling with sharp clarity how perfect it felt around his dick, as if she had been created solely to take him in and give him satisfaction. Dark hunger surged in him, urging him to cross the room, knock her hands out of the way, and ram his aching cock inside her. To use his hands, mouth and body to show her she was his; this strange dance between them unnecessary and pointless. In the end, he intended to have all of her.
A sudden knocking on the laboratory door thundered through the room like the blast of a cannon, tearing through their breathy sighs and instantly drawing their attention to the entrance. Lorissa jolted upright, frantically knocking down her skirt just as a man said, “Why is this locked? I’m coming in.”
Jace’s eyes narrowed in fury as the familiar voice registered in his mind; he waved a hand through a quick pattern of symbols not a moment too soon, Ral Zarek materializing before them just as Jace’s illusion covered the evidence of his partial nudity.
Ral had suspected Jace had come to visit Lorissa, but he was still surprised to find the man in the lab after hours. If it had been anyone else, he would not have been allowed at the aerie. Jace was tolerated because of who he was, even if only a handful of the highest ranking members knew his identity.
Ral’s shrewd glance took in Lorissa’s disheveled, flushed state, noting the signs of arousal her body was exhibiting as he swung his attention to the other man. Jace looked unruffled, comfortably leaning back in a chair as if relaxed, but there was a menacing look in his eyes that belied his seeming placidity. The air around him seethed with a tightly coiled tension, undertones of raging energy held barely in check. Ral belatedly recalled how the Living Guildpact appeared to have a tendency to lose control of his common sense in the presence of this woman, and he understood he might be in danger.
“My apologies, I didn’t realize Lorissa had company,” he finally replied, inclining his head to Jace. “I was informed she had been summoned here regarding matters related to the Living Guildpact so I thought I would stop in to see if she needed any assistance.”
Jace wasn’t sure why he felt the Storm Mage was prevaricating, but his instincts insisted it was true. At the moment, it was less relevant than the removal of the other man’s presence. “No need, the matter has been handled already.”
Ral frowned at him, brows lowering as he tried to read the situation. Clearly something had been happening before he’d arrived; Lorissa was flushed and trembling. But if Jace insisted there was nothing more to take care of, Ral couldn’t dispute him. Although, it did bring to mind the question of whether Lorissa knew the truth of Jace’s identity. Ral somehow doubted it, there would have been more anger on her part, she wasn’t good at hiding her reactions. He wasn’t going to let Jace chase him off easily either.
“Excellent, then I have some questions for her about a project she has been working on with Venser for a spellbook,” he smoothly said, ignoring the scowl on the other man’s face as he glanced back at Lorissa. “Do you have time to go over some of your notes with me?”
Lorissa cast a helpless look at Jace; Ral was her senior and of superior standing in the guild, she couldn’t refuse a reasonable request from him. “Of course, let me just get the material together,” she softly commented, gingerly facing her desk to minimize movement of the spheres inside her, her thighs wet against the seat.
Jace’s agitation jumped to threatening levels, a vibration on the air signaling the roiling swell of his restless power. Ral ignored it, determined to prevent anything further from happening between the mismatched pair. Jace’s hands clenched into fists, the urge to violently remove the Storm Mage from the room climbing by the second. He understood such a confrontation would be unwise, their abilities more than capable of wreaking mass amounts of devastation on the surrounding area and more importantly posing a direct threat to Lorissa, but his body was approaching the point of not caring and it was pulling his more rational mind under with it’s primal need for release. He could teleport her to safety and then tear the other man apart.
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