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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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Lorissa was suffocating under an onslaught of thwarted desire, her thoughts disjointed and vacillating between annoyance and relief at the appearance of the Storm mage thanks to her conflicting inclinations in regards to Jace. But even distracted as she was, she could sense the rising hostility in the room. Jace was teetering on the edge of vitriol, his expression at once flagrantly erotic and furious. Feelings that intense and incendiary tended to seek an outlet, and given the current state his body was most likely in, she seriously doubted he was going to opt for a responsible response considering how Ral had disrupted their play time. Meanwhile the clearly clueless guildmage was being careless enough to turn his back on the obviously agitated man. He was a laughably easy target at such close range. She had to do something before the situation went from volatile to violent.
She forced a bright smile in Ral’s direction, ignoring the scornful glower Jace angrily tossed at her as she waved the Storm mage over to her desk.
“Very well, I shall take my leave so the pair of you can see to whatever imperative task Ral has for you,” Jace softly announced in a voice rife with irate disdain.
Ral inclined his head in acknowledgement of the pronouncement, wisely refraining from speaking since he had gotten his way. Lorissa eyed the Mind Sculptor in obvious disbelief; it wasn’t his nature to either retreat or give in with grace from what she had seen in the past.
“I am gone,” he declared, slowly inscribing the air with magical gestures she couldn’t understand, his stare fixed on Ral as he snapped his fingers. Then he leaned back in the chair and transferred his aggravated attention to her once more as he let his gaze skim over her body.
She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but he gave a slight shake of his head as he lifted a finger to his lips to silence her. Her frown of consternation morphed to a gape of surprise when he nonchalantly slid his hand down his lolling torso and over his groin. His salacious smile was downright wicked as he dropped the illusion that had been veiling his state of undress; it widened perceptibly as her gaze instinctively locked in on his exposed penis.
She watched his graceful fingers glide along the length of his erection, the ache between her legs intensifying at the teasing display even as she tried to make sense of what was happening. What in the world was going on? How did Ral appear to be oblivious to the spectacular view they were being afforded?
Her startled expression clearly betrayed her thoughts and Jace laughed softly to himself as he wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock. He was at once irritated with and aroused by her; nothing new really given their history. But for once he felt like punishing her and he was in a unique situation to do it. He was all too aware of her attraction to him; she always fell into his arms with ease no matter how often he infuriated her. And she was dripping wet for him every single time, a recollection that had his cock surging to greater size as he leisurely started stroking himself in front of her again. Only now all she could do was helplessly watch, unable to even bring herself relief from the arousal he knew she was feeling.
Jace should have pitied her, familiar with being in such a state and aware of how agonizing it could be. Her willingness to hear out the Storm Mage had tapped into a possessively savage aspect of his nature however; one that demanded her absolute loyalty to him over any other man. It didn’t matter that Ral was her superior at work, she should have told him she could help him tomorrow and sent him away so they could continue with their amorous show. Instead she had opted for duty to her guild; something that was clearly going to be an inconvenience to them in the future unless she realized that her true priority should always be Jace. He intended to make that perfectly clear to her in the future; for now he would settle for her discomfort as a form of retribution.
Lorissa, unaware of the deliberately torturous nature of his display, hungrily watched the skillful way he pumped his dick, the motions smooth and unhurried, mirrored by the gentle rocking motions of his hips. She felt her body shift on her seat in unconscious answering response but stifled the movement when Ral looked at her askance. It was clear he had no awareness of Jace’s presence; his utter lack of response indicative of that fact. She doubted anyone, no matter how diplomatically skilled, would be able to mask their surprise at the sight of someone casually masturbating in front of them without warning. The question was, how was the Mind Sculptor managing to hide his presence so completely from the other man, who was without a doubt among the most powerful mages she’d ever known.
There had been multiple hints in the past regarding the level of Jace’s power; his ability to hide their presence outside of New Prahv despite having sex practically around the corner from the guild guards, the numerous times he had easily teleported into and out of her life, the way he had fully assumed the appearance of Venser down to the smell and taste when he had kissed her in disguise not too long ago. All of these factors indicated someone of incredible talent; on more than one occasion she had found herself wondering if Jace was a danger to her. He certainly traveled in lofty circles; he seemed to associate with several guildmasters on a routine basis and he apparently had some tie to the Guildpact as well. He was an individual of some influence; so what was he doing wasting time pursuing her?
And there could be no doubt that was his intention; he had stated as well as demonstrated his interest, multiple times and quite explicitly. She couldn’t help but question his motives; part of it was certainly sexual but she had a hard time believing he continued to seek her out simply for that reason alone. Unfortunately whatever goal he had in mind was beyond her ability to comprehend at the moment given her limited knowledge of him. She assumed it had something to either do with her family or Niv-Mizzet; those were the only individuals that she knew with any sort of influence or power in Ravnica. She didn’t trust him, a fact that remained no matter how attracted to him she was.
Even now, as the blood raced in her veins from watching him jerk off, part of her was wary. Unfortunately the longer she stared at him, the less attention she paid to the inner voice warning her to be careful. His graceful body spread out before her was temptation incarnate, his expression a strange combination of aggravation and arousal. He was upset with her, if his lustful glower was any indication, but she was hardly in a position to turn Ral Zarek away. She had worked her ass off to secure a place for herself in the Izzet League and she wasn’t about to recklessly toss that aside in a moment of passion.
Had she not been so turned on, she might have found Jace’s ire amusing. As it was, she couldn’t tear her eyes off of his flawless physique long enough to care about his agitation and Ral had to repeat himself twice before Lorissa was able to focus on his question. Jace smirked at her smugly as she stumbled over her replies, her gaze returning to him again and again, avidly following the steady movement of his hand as it swept up, down, up, down the length of his rigid erection.
He watched a dull flush of arousal spread over her honey colored skin as he deliberately looked her over from head to toe, the jerking motion of his fist picking up speed revealing his own rising need. Her soft lips were slightly parted and he recalled with vivid clarity thrusting down her throat until they both came; a sharp surge of hunger hitting him in the wake of that memory and robbing him of his arrogant smile.
“Fuck, I want inside you,” he growled out, hips rising as his cock swelled in his grasp, fighting the urge to cross the room and screw her until she screamed his name.
Lorissa blinked as if stunned, her eyes widening as she glanced at Ral but Jace shrugged dismissively. “He can’t see or hear me right now baby. Just you. All of this is just…for…you.”
He dragged the words out as he stroked his dick faster, enjoying the way she squirmed in her seat, glancing at her breasts, the outline of her nipples clear against the fabric. “I love the little sounds you make when I suck your tits,” he whispered, his words a shock to her senses. “I wish I could play with your breasts right now, just to hear you make them.”
Lorissa had already been turned on for what felt like an eternity, unable to climax thanks to the summons she had received from Niv-Mizzet and now due to the appearance of Ral Zarek. Her body was on fire, desperate for a release, her pussy aching with the need to be filled up. The balls inside her were a poor substitute for the willing cock across the room, and as she watched Jace give her an appreciative once over, she felt herself growing increasingly damp. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to quell her libidinous need.
He zeroed in on the movement, biting his lip as he registered its meaning. “Is that pretty pussy getting wet for me?”
She stifled a gasp, aware that even though Ral was unaware of Jace, the Storm Mage could see and hear her perfectly well. Her hands clenched at her sides but she reluctantly nodded as the Architect of Thought demanded an answer with his intense stare.
He groaned at her admission, pre cum leaking from the tip of his throbbing shaft, gratified to note the way she followed the slow slide of the fluid down to his base. She excited him to an insane degree and only his deepest seated beliefs of right and wrong kept him from striking down Ral in that instant in order to slide into her body.
Lorissa licked her lips in appreciation of his flagrant display of masculinity, hypnotized by the rhythmic motion of his hand jacking himself off. She was responding to Ral with short, monotone syllables now and the man was giving her strange sideways glances but she couldn’t care less. She was absorbed in watching the sway of Jace’s hips, the undulating motions of his body causing her breath to quicken and her body to scream with desire.
In a way, the Storm Mage’s presence actually served to turn her on even more. He was clueless to what was happening and watching Jace pleasure himself for her in front of someone else was wildly erotic. Her clit was stinging with arousal and she longed to rub it but there was no way she could do it without getting caught. So instead she continued to slowly rub her thighs together, the slight motion jiggling the spheres inside her, sending pulses of pleasure through her soaked core.
Jace panted as he watched her fight down her urge to come; he was under no such restrictions and he could feel the tension climbing up his spine as he picked up the pace. “I bet that chair is drenched under you right now, shit I want to taste you, lick you until you come all over my tongue.”
Lorissa groaned at the visual his words brought on, and then quickly covered it with a short cough when Ral turned to stare at her before he asked, “Are you alright?”
“Never better,” she managed to strangle out between clenched teeth, her attention riveted on the rapidly pounding movements of Jace’s hand over his cock. The slapping sound seemed to thrum inside of her and she felt her cunt growing increasingly swollen with every motion.
“After I finished you off I’d pull you to the edge of the chair and kiss you so you could taste yourself in my mouth,” he groaned, the fire inside him escalating as he stroked himself faster and faster. “And then I’d push my big dick into that tight little cunt and fuck you until you came again, your pussy juices splashing all over my cock. Fuck.”
The last word ground out as more of a savage snarl as the building pressure suddenly snapped and he came, his eyes locked on hers as the incredible pleasure swept through him carrying him over the edge. Jace reveled in the intensity of the orgasm, in the wild craving he saw etched on her face as she watched his cum spray across his hand, hips and abdomen. He saw her own need rise as he got off and he felt a fierce satisfaction that she was as enthralled by him as he was by her.
He collapsed back into his seat with a groan, his chest heaving as he stared at her through his lashes before slowly starting to wipe himself off with his sash. She wasn’t even pretending to listen to Ral anymore, her expression one of agonized desire. It served her right for not telling Ral to leave but even so, part of him still wanted to soothe her heated body and bring her satisfaction.
He couldn’t do that unfortunately, so he simply said, “I want you to remember this tonight when you cum.”
And then he teleported home.
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