Chapter 1 - Just Trying To Read

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The woman lying down on her comfortable bed in her comfortable home is none other than Oushi, a fire mage with a wide variety of magical talents. Death magic, earth magic, fire magic, if it can be used offensively she knows it. The issue is defensive magics, benevolence. Despite being a benevolent kind of person she has the hardest time with live magic, even the simplest of cures giving her the hardest of times.is laying down on her bed reading a tome about life magic. Today, like many other days, she’s trying to fix that.

Furiously she scrolls through the pages of a beginner's guide to Life magic, letting their every word embed themselves in her mind yet again as she would any other book.

She grumbles to herself about how unfair it is, about how it should just work, why doesn’t it? Why won’t its secrets reveal themselves to her? Thin lips part for the end of a feather, her teeth gently nibbling on the back of her note-taking utensil. Dipped in ink anything will work. Her soft freckled cheeks puff out a little in annoyance, her gentle button nose wrinkling in frustration.

“Stupid horns.” She blames them yet again, the tiny horns atop her head, the shiny stubs that part her long head of delicate red hair.

“Stupid Life magic.” She furiously scribbles on her paper pad, kicking her legs up behind her aimlessly to bleed off stress. One at a time, a constant pace without any rhythm.

There’s a knock at her door and she grunts. Throwing her arm out to the side and opening it with a telekinetic pull. She doesn’t bother looking at the man who enters, completely ignoring him in fact. Harkin is her oldest friend, he hardly needs an introduction beyond the door opening. After all if she didn’t recognize his knock she wouldn’t have opened it.

He closes the door behind him, not having the magical reserves to move things on a whim like her. His magical reserves are more burst, large but slow to fill, while hers are smaller but very quick to fill to the brim. It makes her the superior mage by leagues, simply because while he has to specialize she can afford to practice whatever she wants without having to worry about not having magic when she’s needed for something.

It’s made him a little jealous over the years if he’s honest, although he’s handled it gracefully. Their friendship is far more important than feelings over their individual birthrights. She commonly uses her gifts to help others, what little she can without any real grounding in support magic of course, and that’s enough to absolve her of any guilt she might wrack up by being so naturally blessed.

Jealous as he might have been growing up, once he hit puberty it was a different story. She sprung up into a woman while he was still a brat, her long legs never seeming to end. Her chest blossomed right before his eyes, filling his nights with dreams about them up until he was, well, even as adults he still had a pleasant dream about using her assets just the other week. She flaunts her body, doesn’t realize the gazes on her are by no means academic.

It’s ironic in a way, the girl who wants nothing more than to better herself has her own underground fanclub that wants to make her their housewife. It’s infuriating from his perspective, they don’t know her. They have no idea the potential she has, they just see her as a piece of ass. On the other hand, it’s a really nice ass, and he’d give anything to pound himself into it. 

He shakes his thoughts away, he’s just thinking of her again because things have been going badly with his own love life. Speaking of which. “She broke up with me.”

“Again?” She asks, clearly uninvolved, going through the motions of a conversation they’ve had many times.

“Yes again, she has some new boy she’s interested in, someone who’ll pay her father twice as much as I can for her hand.” He sighs, flopping onto her bed next to her. She doesn’t stop her feet, no matter how close they come to smacking him in the face, they were there first and they get movement rights. “I might have really lost her this time.”

“Oh, that’s too bad, you two were cute together.” She mumbles, scribbling something down with fervor. “Oh well.”

“Not oh well, I love her Oushi. How could she do this? Why is money so important?” He falls back against her, careful to rest his head on her plump ass instead of anywhere important.

She rewards him by wiggling it innocently, getting comfortable with his added weight. “Nothing I can do about it Harkin, love magic is illegal.”

“I wouldn’t suggest, no you’re not really suggesting I would, you’re doing that thing again.” He says, listening to her mumble something to herself about the essence of life. “The thing where you ignore me completely. It’s kind of rude.”

“You said rude so I assume you’re complaining again.” She snorts. “Come on I’m reading, you two break up twice a week, could you come back later if you’re gonna talk? Unless there’s some way you think I can help.”

“Maybe you could.” he huffs. “I bet with an ass like yours I’d get over her faster than a horse could take me to the nearby streams…”

“Mmm…”

“I can only say stuff like that because you’re not listening.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hey Oushi, I bet I could get you to agree to whatever I wanted right now.”

“Probably.”

“Even sex?”

“Woah, that’s crazy.” She nibbles at her feather. “Did you know that with enough life expertise you can transplant hearts? Not even regrow them, take a deer heart and make it work in a griffin.”

He chuckles. “Hey Oushi, what would you do to help me get over her, like for good?” He asks. “So I stop bugging you.”

“At the risk of revealing I’m half listening,” she begins, causing him to jump a little, “literally anything that won’t get me imprisoned. She’s kind of a bad person. You’re kind of a good person. It’s just not a good idea for you two to be together.”

“Half-you heard me talk about sex?” He asks. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Nnn.”

“You’re not really half-listening are you. You were just prepared for that question.” He huffs to himself. “Oushi can we have sex?”

“Mmm.”

“That didn’t answer the question.” He says, reaching up and poking her cheek.

She reflexively slaps his hand away the moment her cheek is pushed in, “I’m trying to read, fine just do whatever you want, I’m busy.”  She puffs out her cheeks in annoyance, rocking her feet a little harder and faster than before.

“You’re not gonna change your mind and scream at me in twenty seconds are you?” He asks.

“No, just do it.” She grumbles to herself, sighing before writing something else.

He’s stuck in an awkward situation by their words. Left to contemplate her legs again, admire the way the top ends shortly after his head, barely covering her ass at all. She really is a beauty. He finds himself pressing his teeth into his bottom lip, unsure yet desiring movement so very much. Should he shake her? Get her attention? But then if she really meant it and he bugs her too much she might change her mind. 

He’s struck curious, lifting himself off her ass with a palm on her right cheek. He slips his left under her shirt, palming her full left cheek and beginning to knead her. He feels the shift in her legs through her butt, memorizing the pace of her preferred movements and beginning to squeeze her cheeks in his palms to the same rhythm. “You really don’t care.” He says more to himself than her, but her grunt of affirmation is an answer even so. “Or maybe you’re just not paying attention, and you’re so used to my touch that this doesn’t bother you…”

“Who knows.” She shrugs, writing something down and wiggling her behind into his palms. “Certainly not you.”

“I kind of need to I can’t do this without being sure…” He trails, only to receive no answer, just a grunt. “You suck.” He grumbles but finally decides to take it a step further. She can’t keep ignoring him if he teases her, she’ll have to recognize what’s going on and either give him the go-ahead or yell at him. 

His fingers grip the band of her undergarment, the thin covering that blocks his fingers from direct skin contact slips down her legs slowly, carefully. It glides down her skin slowly enough it brushes every centimeter of her down to her knees. There’s just no way she hasn’t noticed, he decides, as he lets go of them around her knees. The sudden restriction stops her kicking, and that allows him to quickly strip out of his pants without being worried about getting kicked in the face when he leans back. 

He allows them to drop to the floor, piling with his own undergarment, revealing his thick and needy rod. It hungers for her, always has. He’s been staring at this body since they were twelve. While she grew into her figure, becoming a voluptuous woman and the envy of many, many of the other girls stayed scrawny, his own love being one of them. 

He straddles her legs, placing one knee on each side of her and allowing his powerful wand to settle on her toasty ass. She wiggles at the weight, giggling to herself. “Oushi, you’re not just screwing with me right?” He asks.

Silence is his answer. Pervading, all-encompassing. “Oushi, come on…” He slips his fingers down her crack. When she continues to ignore him he slides his hand in between her thighs, tapping at the bare heat he’s unleashed. 

“Nnn..” Is all she sounds, it’s enough to make a lesser man scream in incoherent rage. As is he’s at the edge of himself, he taps again, and again, feeling her soft outer lips and gently rubbing up and down her slit. “Mmm, you’re being distracting.” She complains.

“Maybe if you stopped reading I couldn’t distract you.” he teases, rubbing more intensely, feeling his finger moisten ever so slightly from his efforts. “There’s no way you don’t know what’s going on at this point, come on Oushi.”

When she doesn’t respond he slips his finger into her, just a little at first, wiggling it around up to the halfway point at her entrance. Fear overtakes him as she stiffens, was that too far? What if she really didn’t know, this could end their friendship.

He needn’t worry, she relaxes a moment later, breathing deeply and letting him settle. “I’m beginning to get the impression we’re playing chicken.” He says aloud, knowing he won’t receive more of a response than the turning of her page, before pulling his finger out of her passage with a smirk, before teasing it back from whence it came. He’s careful to shift his digit in a circle, feeling just past her entrance in a hot and slick twirl. A second digit joins the first, eliciting a gasp from her. The proof he needs that she knows exactly what’s happening.

He incants a small water spell under his breath before beginning a gentle piston, accentuating her natural lubrication with the care any friend would show if given the chance. “You’re hardly fooling me Oushi.” He whispers in her ear, leaning into her and allowing his breath to tickle her neck.

“Not trying to, hah, fool anyone.” She visibly struggles not to cry out at the newfound invasion of her most private place. It is private, everyone in the village knows she’s a virgin. It appears he’ll be her first, it’s only fitting when he thinks about it. “Just, nnn, trying to read.”

“Admit you’re paying attention and I’ll stop talking.” He says, stirring her inner nectar and bringing about one stifled gasp after another. Her grunt is enough to egg him on to push his fingers deeper, exploring her deep secrets and admiring the giving texture of her velvet folds. 

“Fine,” he begins, feeling his magic take off and her juices almost triple, “I’ll just do it then.” He slips his fingers out of her nubile snatch with a sense of satisfaction at the lowly whine she makes at the loss.

His wet fingers have a lot of places to go, but only one really catches his eye. The shiny horns atop her head, the part of her that makes her such a competent mage some say. They signify the Oni heritage she holds from her great grandfather, who is said to have drunkenly mated with her elven great grandmother. Apparently, they made a lovely couple, but neither of them knows for sure.

Whether it’s true or not, her horns have a secondary function he used to admire before she got snappy about it when he played with them. At the time he didn’t know what it was doing, but he does now, and he suspects she did back then. As his soaking fingers encircle one of her horns, he takes no small joy in how her back arches up, and her butt rolls back into his thick tower. Her head raises, her mouth opens, and the sound she makes is positively divine. Like the finest silk on his ears, he takes that as his cue to finally slip his engorged meat-eater to her wet slit.

“I want you to know this isn’t just lust, I really do care for you something fierce.” He says, giving her his final words before angling himself for the plunge. “I would even say that I love you.”

“Harkin, is this really the time?” She sighs to herself.

“Yes.” That’s all he allows her before he begins his descent, prying her lips open and wiggling in with a needy shake of his hips. His mushroom tip disappears first being squeezed by a powerful virgin entrance unused to such an intrusion even so shortly after his fingers. It’s enough to make him gasp out with her, doubling his unimpeded assault on her sensitive horns. Yesterday he’s sure she would have slapped him for touching them, now he’s using them to turn her rapidly flushing form into a sexy kitten beneath him.

It’s a lot to take in, and he returns the favor by giving her more of him to take in too. A lot more, one gentle thrust back and forth at her entrance a second. Each one surveying just the slightest but deeper, exploring her depths like a true spelunker might a historically relevant cave system. Except it’s not a cave, it’s the virgin pussy of a woman he’s lived since before his apprenticeship began. A girl he’d have taken over any other if she was just a little more into him and a but less the books in front of her.

It’s only now, slowly bringing himself closer and closer to truly becoming one with her, that he realizes he probably could have done this years ago. How many times has she gone almost nude in front of him, teasing his eyes with her forbidden body and then pretended not to notice his gazes or lingering touches that last just a little longer than they should? How long how they been in a place where stripping her and slipping into her would have been okay?

He’s not sure, perhaps he’ll have to ask when this is over. What he does know is that he’s passed her test and now he gets to enjoy the welcoming massage from her tightly gripping folds. “Hah-you’re wonderful you know that? How did I not get it? You’d never come right out and- gah- say it! You never do that about anything!”

“Oh-hah-it’s almost-auu- like you know me or something!” She cries back at him, the first time she’s truly spoken him since he started. This time he’s sure she’s talking to him, and he puts a little more aggression into his thrusting, quickly gaining on her innermost wall. He grunts when he impacts against her cervix, feeling the wavering entrance to her womb before him.

He draws back and slips back in with a twist of his hips to stretch her before landing right back where he started. “Hah-ahh, gonna, cum soon.” He warns, and not a moment too soon. Some men have a long build-up, a bubbling inside them that lasts for what feels like days. Harkin’s rise is quicker once started, a spinning arrow being released from its bow and firing out of him to mark its target. “Is that okay?” He asks.

Her silence makes his nose twitch. “Oushi is, hah, I’m gonna cum inside.” He warns. “Is that okay?”

She whispers an angelic sound that he’s only blessed with because of the enhanced hearing from his elven ears.

A simple yes. It’s all he needs to fire his arrow, let the first surge of baby carrying paint launch out of his spasming tip and spatter against the entrance to her womb. He doesn’t stop, using her insides to milk him with fierce jagged thrusts. “Gaaah!” His second and third rope are just as powerful, but his fourth tips her over the edge when combined with his rapid and needy thrusting into her.

The sound of his hips slapping against her ass are only half as loud as the cry of ecstasy she lets out, signifying the start of her pussy’s successful attempts to truly wring him out into her. Every blast he allows to pass into her enchanted garden is sucked up by her fluttering cervix, racing towards where it belongs.

With one final thrust, he collapses against her, tweaking her sensitive horns one last time to get a moan out of her, before breathing in her scent.

He lets her lay there, book half discarded and eyes closed in bliss for a minute, two maybe, he’s not sure himself, before he finally asks. “Were you really paying attention?” He asks.

“The whole time.” She nods. 

“Mmm, you should probably cast the protection against pregnancy spell now.” He muses.

She chokes a little on nothing, earning his brow. “What do I look like, a life mage?”