Chapter 1 - Will he Won't he

This was a short hired by Rhs, Shorts are simple works at a price of 2.4 cents per word, that bear all the positives of a 3.0 quality commission but without all the chaff. I love shorts, and I love working with Rance, so this worked out pretty well.


Even with his heart frozen over, his feet take him through the motions. His main vice is a cursed platform to remind him of what he had, and what he’s lost. His vow to thaw the wretched ever frost doesn’t stop his needs. Needs that drag him deeper into the nightlife of this haunted land. So much was lost here, but he can’t leave yet. A bottle to his lips and a moment’s decision not yet having been made, he’s still trapped in the purgatory that is his own untouched emotional state. 

A cloudy mask blown away by reality, Rance has nothing left in Nippon but to glance glumly at all the girls around Owari. Celebrations are made but he doesn’t feel like celebrating, no one who earned this does. The day is saved, and like always his eyes are hyper-focused on the asses of a group of cute young women ripe for the plucking from their surrogate lord. Today’s different, but he doesn’t admit it. He contemplates another drink and thinks better of it, choosing to eye them from afar instead of getting drunk and making a mistake on a night like this. A part of him asks what one more to the pile would be, another reminds that he has women much better suited to make that mistake with. He still moves towards them, but it’s subdued. Not a want, but a need so aptly forced upon him by circumstance both outside his control and all his fault.

There’s a requirement in his heart that makes him move against his will. The need to pretend today is yesterday, and yesterday is just like every other. That he’ll get home and…

“Fuck.” He can’t help it, his mind wandering and his focus forced, he can’t help but realize something critical, yet another tragedy to ruin his already so fragile evening. Just a hair away from them, the smell of cherry blossoms assaulting his nostrils, all he can think about is what he’s lost. A friend, a slave, and a spell. “I can’t even fuck you.” He grunts, not caring who’s listening. He doesn’t even flinch when they turn back surprised. They’re dolled up faces worthless to him, and their bright eyes a burden. “What a waste, I didn’t wanna anyway.”

He drops the worthless bottle where he is, ignoring the looks as symbolic ceramic shatters, for he’s already moving towards a more important objective. Who cares what they think? They haven’t the slightest trace of pink to their hair, so they can’t make it all fade with a gentle touch, and until he gets that spell back he can’t pump his pain into the pink they do have.

The room he finds himself in front of was a given all along, it’s where he’d always end up tonight, he just hadn’t realized it before he guided himself here. His fingers grip the paper-thin door and push it aside without a care. The greenette inside is his woman, he doesn’t need permission. It was once a pretty room decorated nicely by Oda for a friend of his. Now it’s all in boxes scattered around the room, boxes, and bags. Even the bed is rolled up and bagged. He’s not sure how much of it she plans to take with her, some of this is probably just being polite. Most of it probably is, easing the process for them to take their stuff back while she goes traveling unburdened by their things.

Right behind those boxes is his goal, standing there in her traveling clothes as if she’s about to leave. A long dark blue overcoat that reaches her golden brown boot covered ankles hides most of her features. Edges are strapped with countless leather pieces meant for small tools and just looking cool - he’s pretty sure she’s the type to show off, it’d explain the big wizard hat. Stereotypical and huge, with a leather strap of its own, that hat holds a large golden slot for a big and bright blue sapphire.

“Leaving already, Shizuka?” He asks. He’s unable to see the top she’s wearing, but for this journey, he’s sure it’s a tight bright green top with gold trim. He can imagine it shows off her ample features well, as it always does. He can also imagine how it hugs her when she stiffens at his voice. Her hair stops the small little movements from her packing and simply flows down her back with a shine and gloss. “I need you to do me a favor.”

“No.” She denies him immediately with heat to her breath, “I’m not servicing you.”

“I wasn’t gonna ask for that.” He says. “Though, now that you mention it.” His hand reaches up to his chin, and he eyes her tight ass in thought, even if it is mostly blocked by that damn coat. It’ll have to go.

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna ask.”

“Don’t need to, I know you.”

His feet close the gap between them. One of his hands lands on her shoulder, pleading in his eyes but never in his voice. “Okay, what?” She turns her head to look at him. “It’s gotta be serious.”

“Sill had a spell which stopped me from having children. She said it was simple, but it needed to be redone often.”

“And now that she’s gone, you want me to do it with more permanence?” Her eyes are a pretty sky blue reminiscent of the gem in her hat, they focus on him with a gaze brimming with caustically fighting emotions. Dominant feelings submerged without a single sureness to which should show. “So you can go on like she’s still here, taking advantage of other girls? No.”

Her scowl is what does it for him. She doesn’t want him with other girls? That’s stupid, but then, it reveals a lot about how she feels. It’s never been a doubt Shizuka has feelings for him. Shizuka is one of his women, but to see her feelings in her eyes. Brimming orbs flooded with jealousy like a dam bursting at the seams, he can’t resist. He turns her in his grasp, reaches up to palm her chin, pushes her back against the boxes she stacked, and connects their lips with a sense of fire. The boxes barely move, but they do shake, revealing she packed something heavy.

Her eyes widen comically, her hands slide to slow his advance, nestling right under her perky tits and against his toned chest. “Rance, what are you-” His lips take hers again, and again, the pressure of her push lessening with each stretched out second. “Stop.”

“Cast the spell.” He taunts with a teasing grin, knocking the wizard hat to the floor with his knuckles. His eyes dare her, and his lips leave hers to place searing kisses on her neck. “Or you’re gonna get pregnant.”

“Rance - no.” She asserts sternly with a small amount of scorn that her pretty eyes highlight vibrantly. “I’m not casting it so that you can play with other women.”

“Maybe you should cast it so I can play with you.” She says back with a smirk, one that turns to victory at the surprise written on her narrow features. He doesn’t say anything more, slipping her coat from around her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. She looks so vulnerable at this moment, her expression narrowing further with the slightest apprehension. Her features twist between affection and hate, the blush to her cheeks one he adoringly brushes his thumb across. It’s a beautiful moment. 

The next is beautiful too, when he hikes her top up, slipping it up her stomach and over her chest. He drags his fingers up her porcelain body to get a feel of her lovey form. He can’t help but be amused that her arms lift to help him undress her. Her lips waver, begging for another kiss, and the moment she’s free of her constraint he gives her that. Pressed tight with scorching intensity, he admires the way her arms are still lifted, aiding him despite her vocal protest. 

“Hah-I’m not doing it.” She asserts again, his hands drop down to roll over her moonlit skin, and his thumbs play at the underside of her breasts. Massaging the mounds with simple movements that ease her. “You’re bluffing, you’re not willing to risk a child over this.”

“Ohhh? Really?” Left in a pair of boots she quickly steps out of herself, a dark blue bra that she quickly unlatches herself, and a pair of darker purple panties that grip her nicely, he can’t help but admire her. Admire her and admire her long legs while slipping those panties down them. He admires her bright green trim, admires her glistening pussy lips, and admires the way she quivers when he crouches down to finish removing them and sneaks a quick lick of her needy slit. He takes pride in that quiver, licking again with fervor and drinking up some of her sweet nectar. “You’re already wet.” He taunts, “I’m gonna do it.”

“That’s not true, Rance don-haah!” He flicks her knob a few more times. Her legs buckle, and he raises. Embracing her and pressing her into the boxes yet again. “Rance…”

His pants are dropped, and that’s the last straw. “Cast it.” He demands softly, “or don’t.” Her blues open wide once more, though this time for a very different reason. This time, it's to her legs being spread and lifted by his thighs, and the feeling of her womanhood embracing its purpose. His cockhead pushes into and past her entrance without a moment’s notice or hesitance. His lips land on her neck once again, sucking her skin and dragging a loud moan from her even she didn’t expect. “I don’t care either way, gahahaha!”

Wet as she is, a fuckhole waiting to be exploited, he’s deep inside her within just a few seconds, the next few are spent breaking her in again. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with rage. It’s just like the Shizuka he knows, only jealous. That’s a nice change, one he wants to experience more. He can feel that sense of possessiveness in her inner walls, gripping him so tightly he’s caught off guard. He bucks up with a sense of power, a frail attempt to make her feel needed that finds itself well heeded.

She jumps to it, her hips moving with the rhythm before he’s even got his first real groan out. The boxes creak and shift, the new pace to their movements pressuring them in ways merely kissing her into them didn’t. He can feel the weight of their actions not just in the bliss around his dick, but also how they move. His balls thwap her thighs at the same time those boxes move back. He pushes forward in tandem, edging her needless courtesy back with every needy thrust. It’s not just about sex, there’s something emotional in it he’d never admit. His world crashed down the other day, and only now, burying himself in Shizuka, does it feel right again. “Gah-haah-Shizuka!”

“Rance!” He feels her core, hollows her out, and drags his length along the top of her sweet molten pussy. The scent of her fresh honey is orgasmic to his senses. He plays with it, thrusting left and right to drag more of it out of her. Her moans drive him harder, and his groans pull her deeper into a subconscious need for him that turns the two of them into a roaring symphony the rest of Owari might talk about for years. “Aah-haah, cast the spell, haah, I’m not gonna last much longer!” He half pleads, half lies. His dick knows what it wants, to bury itself still fertile and unload. It’s an ever-encroaching fate that becomes more and more possible with every second.

“You won’t cum inside!” She counters, “I’m not -aah - doing it! Those other, aah, women, hah, no!” Seemingly against her own will her hips ram down on him, filling herself up like a wild beast finding its mate for the first time of the season. It feels remarkably better than the other times in a way that catches her off guard. If their couplings before were a campfire this is a wildfire and she’s not letting it go. Not in body and not in mind. Maybe it’s the twisted sense of intimacy, maybe it’s the risk, maybe it’s lack of magical interference, but everything alights inside her. The stars align and her desires are awakened to their own sense of truth. “You won’t!”

Despite her denial, perhaps because of it, her legs lift on their own to ensure she’s wrong. They wrap around him, forming a tight grip right against his ass while she humps to the rhythm of the thrumming in his length. He presses deep into her with a harmonious grunt and her ankles reflexively lock, her socks - her sole clothing still on - press deep into his buttocks. her body firmly lifts off the ground to be a driving force against her poor luggage. 

“Guuuh!” She uses her legs to pull him in with every sound he makes. Deepening each thrust and feeling it with every fiber of her being. It’s so much, too much, she’s feeling it in her cheeks. It ignites along her spine like magic. Everything is alive, and her hips are no exception. Bouncing like a school slut, her tits dance against him. He pulsates deep inside her. Once, twice. “Aah-” He tries to pull back with a real sense of power, and she refuses.

No decisions are made, no quandaries answered, he moves and she locks him against her. She squeezes him in and kisses his tip with her womb. “Gu!” Just in time for him to make one last lurch inside her and for a potent spray to fire up his length unbidden. With one final groan, he waters her womanhood with a thick rich seed. A powerful spell has held them back for a long time, no more. He unleashes everything inside her, a new typhoon released into the world, and spent into her at the beck and call of her locked legs. It pushes forth like his own personal overpowered magic battering the walls of a castle’s precious treasury. 

The power to awe, the desire to impress, a king’s blossom is unloaded and received in the same instant. White drenches her folds, spills throughout her, and drips down her inner thighs before he’s even done.

“Haau-uaah-Rance.” She flushes a blush that goes unnoticed, her face already drenched in blissful red from exertion and exhaustion. Her cheeks drenched in sweat, her hair caught and stuck to her like a stream cascading away from the river. Reality catches up to her suddenly, their position half a room away from where they started. She can’t help but take in that the boxes she packed and placed in the center of the room are now wall boxes. Her room has been rearranged ever so slightly by the fierce coupling, and she finds she doesn’t care. The bubbling hot cum coating her insides doesn’t let her care for any more than the second it takes to think about it.

“I told you-” He doesn’t get to finish his words before her fingers intertwine with the hair in the back of his head, and he’s pulled into her lips all over again. Her hips start to buck down on his swollen shaft again before he’s even begun to go down from round one. He’s forced to commit to round two, pushing and packing his seed deeper and deeper into her by force of the plug that is his manhood.

