Chapter 0 - Jungle Girl

The jungle seemed to go on forever. Endless green and brown stretched for miles, with only small glimpses of sunlight poking through the canopies. Birds chirped all around, answering each other's calls.

Twigs and leaves crunched under the shoes of a wizard wearing a grey tunic. His blue eyes scanned all around him as he pushed branch after bush out of his way. Ciaran wished that the bugs and birds of the jungle would be quiet. It was making it impossible to tell if there was anything nearby...

A flash of orange leapt out from a bush and Ciaran was knocked backwards with a cry of surprise. The tiger gave him no reprieve-charging forward, jaw opening wide. Ciaran rolled to the side, drawing his wand, and the tiger missed, but it quickly recovered. It leapt at him a second time, but Ciaran was ready.

"Repulsa!"

The wizard's magic exploded with a wave of force, forcing the tiger back from him and giving him time to get up. By the time the tiger attempted to charge at him again, he'd already pointed his wand and chosen his spell.

"Fulgur Fluunt!" A stream of crackling lightning shot from his wand and engulfed the tiger, which recoiled and roared in pain. An Arcane Sagitta later and the tiger was dead before him.

Ciaran heard something rustle above and behind him. He span around, pointing his wand at whatever made the noise.

It was a human woman. She was younger than him, but not by much. She had blonde hair and pink skin, but it was almost all obscured by dirt. Her light blue eyes had a slight shine to them. She was hanging upside down, gripping a vine with one hand. She flipped over and let go, landing on her feet easily.

Ciaran knew she wasn't going to attack him-she'd have stayed in the trees if she was-but he didn't relax his grip on the wand.

"How handsome man do that?" the woman asked, pointing at his wand.

Handsome? Well, she was certainly direct. "Do you mean 'how did I fight off the tiger'?"

"Yes. Y'Shaati liked pretty lights."

Ciaran didn't fully understand the question. And what was Y'Shaati? "Um... With magic."

"Magic? Y'Shaati not know magic."

"Well, I'm what's called a wizard. I can use magic, which is what makes the pretty lights."

"Can wizard teach magic?"

"Um..." Ciaran was confused. Did this woman not know what magic was? "Okay, before I answer, I'd like to know your name."

"Oh. Me name Y'Shaati. Me live in jungle long time." She told him "What wizard name?"

"Ciaran Xanderson. But if you prefer 'wizard', you can keep using it."

"Okays. Can wizard teach Y'Shaati magic?"

A loud growl nearby stopped Ciaran from replying. Y'Shaati had already grasped onto a low hanging vine and was already pulling herself to safety. Ciaran used a simple Carpe eh Trahere to get off the ground, in time to see a black panther stalking the clearing he'd just left. The panther approached the dead tiger, grasped the neck with it's mouth and began dragging it away.

"Is there somewhere safe we can go?" Ciaran asked his new companion in a whisper.

Y'Shaati nodded and gestured for him to follow her. With such speed you'd think she was teleporting, the girl grabbed hold of a long vine nearby and swung through the air, leaping off and landing on a tree branch easily. She didn't even need to regain her balance-the landing was perfect.

Ciaran was acutely aware of his jaw hanging slightly open. After a short gulp, he ran off the tree branch, aiming at the tree branch Y'Shaati landed on. Another whisper of "Carpe eh Trahere" sent a purple tether shooting out onto the tree branch. Ciaran was pulled up the branch by the tether as soon as it connected. Y'Shaati's eyes displayed a mix of wonder and awe, but she turned away and leaped to the next tree. This one didn't look like the tether could grapple to it-there wasn't a good point to aim for.

Ciaran knew what to do though. After a short run up, he pointed his wand directly down and shouted "Repulsa!"

A blast of force launched him 6 feet into the air, and he landed on the same branch as Y'Shaati, but much less gracefully. He slammed into it and nearly fell off, but Y'Shaati grabbed his arms and pulled him up seemingly easily. After a cheeky smile, she leapt ahead again. Brushing the dirt off his tunic, Ciaran followed.

Ciaran kept Y'Shaati in his line of sight, silently marvelling at her agility. Every so often she'd look back to see him one tree behind her. She gave a curious head tilt every time she saw him use his magic. After some time-Ciaran lost track-Y'Shaati had stopped and was pointing.

"That tree be Y'Shaati home." she told him.

The tree was huge. It was the width of a city marketplace, and tall enough to reach the heavens. Agape, Ciaran followed Y'Shaati inside, and he was further shocked to see how wide it was, even after seeing the outside.

"So, can wizard teach Y'Shaati magic?" She wasn't even out of breath.

Ciaran shook himself. "Uh, I need to test something first. Hold still." Ciaran told her. He held out his hand and silently asked the spirits-if any were listening-to let him see any magical potential within her.

Strange.

It looked like Y'Shaati was completely intolerant to magical power. She didn't have a scrap of it inside her. This was remarkable. And extremely saddening. Despondant, Ciaran lowered his hand "It doesn't look like you're able to use magic. I can't find any inside you."

Y'Shaati looked confused, and a little upset. "What wizard mean 'inside Y'Shaati'?"

"Uh... I'm not sure I can explain it..." Ciaran scratched his head.

"Can wizard try?" Y'Shaati almost seemed to beg him.

A pause. "...Okay, but I need to tell you: for all my knowledge about using magic, I don't know all that much about what magic is." Ciaran forewarned her. "Do you understand?"

"Y-yes."

"Alright. I think that magic is... energy. Think of the energy you get from eating food." Ciaran decided to go with a metaphor she'd understand. "Most people have magic already inside them. Those who use it are called mages. A few people can take magic from the air instead. They are called wizards, like me. You with me so far?"

"Yes. Magic like energy Y'Shaati uses to swing through jungle."

"Exactly. Instead of using that energy to swing and jump, magic-users use the energy to cast spells." Ciaran replied, impressed she'd cottoned on so quickly.

"What difference between mages and wizards? Y'Shaati no know."

"Give me a second..." Ciaran thought of how to apply food to what he knew. "Okay... Have you ever eaten so much food you felt sick afterwards?"

"Yes. Y'Shaati didn't like."

"Mages are like that with magic. They can only have so much magical energy before they feel sick.

Wizards like me can take all the magical energy they like without getting sick." Ciaran decided to leave out that it also made wizards more dangerous.

"So... why can't Y'Shaati use magic?"

"You're one of the unlucky few who can't 'eat' magical energy at all. For you, magic is like a poisonous berry. Even a little bit would make you sick."

"Oh..." She suddenly looked rather sad.

"I'm really sorry."

There was a long pause. Ciaran didn't want to feel condescending to her, but he couldn't think of what he could say to comfort her.

"Can... can wizard use red flower?" Y'Shaati suddenly asked.

Ciaran blinked. "What's red flower?"

"Hot, painful thing. Turns all it touches to dark dust."

"Oh, do you mean fire?" Ciaran conjured a flame in his hand, about the size of his index finger. He didn't dare risk going bigger.

Y'Shaati gasped loudly "W-wizard can use red flower..." she seemed more shocked than afraid.

"Yes. But I can control it." he assured her.

"Is red flower magic?"

"Sometimes it is, sometime's it's not. But magic isn't just fire." He could see the childlike curiousity in her eyes, the flame dancing in the reflection. "Would you like to hold it?"

Y'Shaati's head jerked upwards and she nodded so rapidly Ciaran half worried she'd break her neck. He gently extended his hand outwards, and Y'Shaati, with equal care, took the flame from him in both hands. For a few seconds, they just stood there in silence. Then the flame petered out and Y'Shaati looked at the wizard as if he was the most interesting thing she'd ever seen. For all he knew, he was.

Ciaran broke the silence "Can I give a small display? To show you the beauty of magic."

Y'Shaati nodded rapidly again, giving a curious smile. Ciaran took a moment to relax and calm himself. He didn't want to use anything powerful-just flashy.
And then, the show began. Small jets of multicoloured light burst from Ciaran's fingers, flying in random directions. Some fizzled into sparks, while others exploded with small bangs. Some of them slammed into each other, creating a bigger show.

Deciding to change his act, the wizard stopped firing the jets and bolts of light, and closed his hands together. He slowly opened them and a glowing purple butterfly flapped it's wings before taking off, flying in a circle around him. Ciaran closed his hands again, and yet another butterfly appeared, this one green. Within half a minute, Ciaran had a swarm of butterflies flying around him, all differently coloured. 

He held up a finger and one of the butterflies landed on it. Other butterflies began to land along his arm before seeming to fade into a bright golden dust that covered his arm. Ciaran flattened his hand and swatted at the air, leaving a trail of gold light behind it. He clapped his hands and the magic engulfed his body in a glowing aura. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, he began to hear a lute playing a gentle, familiar tune.

Broad strokes of gold whished after Ciaran hands, before fading away a few seconds later. As if he were painting a canvas, Ciaran's movements were graceful, but random. Yet they sped up, becoming faster-the streams of gold crossed with each other as the lute began playing faster, building to it's finale.
He gathered the energy in both hands before slamming it into the base of the tree, making the whole inside light up a bright green for a few seconds. The last note of the tune faded, and he felt his mouth twitch.

"Ta-da." Ciaran smiled, standing up. Y'Shaati was jumping like a rabbit after too many cocoa beans. To have such an eager audience was quite nice.

"Y'Shaati want show wizard Y'Shaati power too!" She told him excitedly. Her face gained a more serious expression and her skin suddenly glowed with a bright green aura, her eyes shining a bright blue.She held this for a few seconds before reverting to her usual self, smiling widely.

"I think that's why you can't use magic. Because you already have that power." Ciaran told her. He would have told her about the spiritual energy she used, but he understood it even less than his own type of magic. And this jungle was a long way away from the only person he knew who could tell her. "It'd make a bunch of sense. Power like yours can mix badly with magic."

"Mix badly? Like bad to mix red flower with home?"

"Yes, just like that." Ciaran replied. He still felt slightly guilty though, so he decided to make it up to her, however she wanted "Since I can't teach you magic, is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Y-yes. Y'Shaati want... be a mother."

Ciaran blinked twice "You want to be a mother?"

"Yes."

"Okay..." Ciaran had to recompose himself for a moment "Y'Shaati, do you know what sex is?"

"No. Y'Shaati not know sex."

"Alright. Well, sex is what has to happen for you to be a mother. It might hurt, but I'll do what I can to not make it hurt." Ciaran explained, stripping off his tunic "Now, the first thing I want you to do is lie down on your back and spread your legs."

"Oh... okay..." Y'Shaati looked confused but obliged him. "Hehe... wizard hairy. Y'Shaati likes."

"Heh. Thanks." Ciaran answered. He got between her spread legs and used his forefinger and thumb to spread her nether lips apart.

"That... feel good. What wizard doing?"

"This is the thing you use for sex, Y'Shaati. I'm getting it ready. Now, just lay back and let me do my thing."
His tongue gently tapped her nethers and she tensed up as if he'd hit her with a lightning spell. Her soft gasp of surprised pleasure was delightful. He pulled her back against his lips and kissed her nethers, eliciting a moan. 

Ciaran licked and kissed delicately, though he deeply enjoyed her moans and sighs. He was pleased to see her bead already hardening, and gently brushed it with his tongue, to a louder moan.

"Is... is this sex?"

"Not yet. This is called foreplay. I'm getting you ready to make sure the sex doesn't hurt."

"Y'Shaati not want wait. Make sex with Y'Shaati!"

"Are... are you sure? It might really hurt you if I don't-"

"Y'Shaati sure. Want sex. Wizard not worry."

Ciaran was reluctant, but knew better than to argue. "Okay, but I warned you..." He pushed his shorts down his legs and his hard cock stuck out in front of him.

"Is that wizard sex thing?" Y'Shaati asked, pointing.

"Yes, and I'm going to put it into your sex thing. The pink slit I was licking." Ciaran told her, hoping to hell and back that he'd licked her enough.

Y'Shaati moaned delightfully as Ciaran pushed into her. He pushed slowly; inch by inch. Her grip was so tight, he didn't think he could rush it if he wanted to. He felt his crotch meet hers and looked into her partially glazed eyes.

"Are... are you okay, Y'Shaati?" he asked.

"Y...Y'Shaati feel... amazing!" she squealed in answer. Ciaran pulled back and was happy to see very little red coating him. So he hadn't rushed the foreplay too badly.

Ciaran slowly pushed back inside his companion, her moan filling his ears. He felt her wrap her arms tight around him and squeezed. He was glad he couldn't feel her nails digging in, because she was so strong he felt as if they tight embrace had winded him too much to speak. His head was right next to the nape of her neck, and could clearly smell the earthy, dirty scent of her hair. It was a strangely erotic smell.

Gently, the wizard started to build up a rhythm of pushing and pulling his hips inside her. He didn't want to go fast, nor did he think Y'Shaati did either. Her pussy gripped him like a fresh vice, and he began to smell the sweetness of her pussy juices, coating his cock. It made pushing into her much easier, but he restrained himself-he wanted to make sure Y'Shaati enjoyed this as much as he did.

The jungle girl, rather suddenly, wrapped her legs around the wizard tightly "Y'Shaati love sex! Y'Shaati love wizard! More!" she moaned delightfully.

"You want it faster?" 

"Y-yes! More! Faster!" came the answer.

Ciaran was hesitant about hurting her. But Y'Shaati had already proven herself as tough as an orc. Probably tougher, since she obviously lived exclusively in the jungle. He didn't have to be gentle with her, and she didn't want him to be.

The jungle girl's moans became louder as Ciaran began to push into her deeply. His cock pumped steadily, and her rhythmic moans were beautiful. The smell of sex and forming sweat, along with her hair, was a strange but pleasant smell. She'd even relaxed her grip on his waist and torso.

The wizard slowed down briefly "Y'Shaati, I need you to-ahn-stop gripping me with your arms so tightly." The jungle girl instantly let go, but kept her legs wrapped around his waist. Ciaran took her right hands in his left, interlocked their fingers and pushed himself upright. If she wanted him to make her a mother, he had to make sure he did it right.

Gripping Y'Shaati's hand tightly within his, Ciaran resumed his deep, paced thrusting. The steady sounds of his hips smacking into her nearly drowned out her moans. He reached down and began rubbing her bead in time with his thrusts, to her great delight. Her other hand had clenched into a fist.

Ciaran could feel his orgasm building as he pushed into the jungle girl's tightness. She gripped him tightly, seemingly intent on keeping him inside her as much as possible. Combined with her moans, the smell of sweat and sex, and the tight hold she kept on him with both her hand and legs, and Ciaran wasn't going to last much longer.

"Y'Shaati, I'm about to-ah-finish!" he told her.

"What-uhn-wizard mean?"

"I'm about to-uhn-make you a mother!" the wizard answered.

"Y-Yes! YES! Y'Shaati be a mother at last!" The joy in her voice was all the motivation Ciaran needed to push deeply inside her and let go.

One, two, three, four spurts of cum shot inside the blonde. Ciaran made sure to wait a few seconds before pulling out, and kept a tight grip on his shaft to milk the last few drops out. He briefed worried about her own pleasure, since she hadn't cum, but he got the feeling she didn't care what cumming was; she'd gotten what she wanted.

"Will wizard stay?" Y'Shaati asked. She barely sounded out of breath.

"Only for the night. I'm coming through the jungle for an important reason. I can't go into the details because..." he paused, catching his own breath "Well, I honestly don't know them."

"Wizard not know what came for?" Y'Shaati looked confused.

"Oh, I know what I came for. I'm looking for pepper seeds. The kind of peppers that make your eyes water and your mouth hurt." Ciaran replied "I just don't know what my friend wants me to get them for."

"Hehe... Wizard funny and handsome... Also looks tired. Need rest?"

"Yeah; sex can be really draining." 

"Then Y'Shaati leave wizard here and find food for when wizard wakes up." Ciaran opened his mouth, but she placed her hand over it "No argue. Wizard rest, and Y'Shaati find food."

And she was gone before he could say anything beyond "Just wait a-". After sighing to himself, Ciaran smiled as he lay down and closed his eyes. That woman was something else...