Danica Pt. 03

"Thank you, kind sir," Danica replied, smiling brightly. "I shall take you up on that offer. I fear I will have a long walk home if I do not find my horse. I rode far, before he bucked me."

"It shall not come to that. We will reach the town of Dundalis once we pass through the forest tomorrow. If we have not found your horse, you may accompany us there, and make arrangements to be returned to your home."

"Thank you, Sir -- you are too kind."

"Nonsense!" Adrian said with a laugh. "Perhaps my men will act like civilized beings, for once, in the presence of a beautiful woman. They usually become unwashed beasts whenever we are on the road!" He laughed again, and several of the men around joined in. Danica laughed with them.

Adrian ordered a tent erected, and had a large washbasin and mirror set up inside it. In the meantime, he offered Danica some of their meal. It was a simple, but quite tasty stew, brimming with fresh vegetables and succulent meats.

Danica ate, listening to the men talk -- and joke about her quietly. When she finished, she went into the tent, and pulled off her outfit -- shaking the pine needles from it. She washed, and fixed her hair again, leaving it flowing down this time. When she emerged, she saw many of the men staring at her in open-mouthed awe. Adrian was amongst those who eyed her with fascination now that she was clean with her hair down.

Danica blushed prettily as the men shook their heads and averted their eyes. Adrian walked over to her and said, "My dear, you were beautiful before -- you are radiant now."

Danica's blush deepened, as she was genuinely embarrassed by the compliment. "Thank you, kind sir."

"Please, call me Adrian. Now, come sit around the fire, and relax. My scouts already seek your horse. You should take your ease while we wait for them to return. I hope we will not bore you too much as we need to discuss the business of our trip before we sleep so we may be prepared when we enter the city tomorrow evening."

Danica smiled and said, "Thank you for all you have done si..." She paused, and corrected herself, "Adrian."

He smiled back, took her hand, and led her to a comfortable camp chair around the fire.

Danica was bored silly listening to the men talk of buying and selling. Every once in a while, one would tell an amusing story of one of the merchants they had met, as they talked, but otherwise, it was all business -- and all tedious.

It did provide Danica with the opportunity to slip into the second sight. She frowned, as she saw no dweomers about the man's fingers. There was no invisible ring there, and she wondered if Zoraster could have been wrong. It occurred to her that one did not necessarily wear rings only on the fingers. She had several rings that she wore on her toes when she wore open-toed shoes. Perhaps this man wore his ring there as well. Now, she only needed to find a way to get his boots off and find out.

It was obvious what the most likely way to see him with his boots off was. Danica wondered if every task she would be given would be centered on her using her body to complete it. Somehow, she thought it likely. He was attractive -- so it would hardly be unpleasant.

She ate with them at the evening meal, even drinking a fair amount of the wine that the men produced. She was feeling quite giddy when the travelers turned in.

Adrian walked up to her and said, "You may sleep here in this wagon. I'm quite sure you are not used to sleeping on the ground. This is not much better, but it is the best I have to offer, I'm afraid."

"Sir... Adrian, might I not stay in your wagon?" Danica asked quietly. "I-I fear to be left alone, amongst so many men and so far from home -- a-and you make me feel safe." She then reached out to touch his hand.

The man looked at her curiously, and Danica looked back at him -- allowing just a little of the genuine desire she felt to show behind her eyes.

"Of course. While I trust all my men to be honorable, I would not have you to endure an uncomfortable night of worry. Come with me," he instructed.

He led her to his wagon, and they stepped up inside. It was quite spacious as wagons go, but was barely large enough to contain the full-sized bed, and a few shelves -- despite its large size. He shut the door, and turned back to Danica. "There is but the one bed, but I assure you -- on my honor -- I shall make no unwanted advances upon your person, Milady." He seemed to realize something and said, "I neglected to ask your name, dear lady."

Danica hadn't even thought of this. She thought that she shouldn't use her real name. Her mind raced, and she said the first thing that popped into her head, "My name is Danielle." She winced when she realized she had chosen the name of the young copy of her that Zoraster's twisted mind had created.

Adrian smiled and said, "Danielle -- a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman. Now, let us rest, to be fresh for the journey on the morrow."

He pulled his boots off, and Danica did the same. She watched him carefully, while trying to hide that she was doing so. Frustration welled up inside her when she saw no ring on his toes. She closed her eyes, calming herself, and then slipped into the second sight. No dweomers there either. Zoraster must have been wrong. He had taken the ring off -- or didn't possess it at all. She knew she had to discover the truth, and she knew she had exactly the right tools to glean any information she wanted -- from any man.

Danica allowed her desires to flare up inside her, and slowly allowed them to become visible to the man in the wagon with her. Her eyes drank in his strong body, and she let him notice she was doing it as he sat both their boots near the door of the wagon. Her breathing quickened. He was noticing, and she could see he was hardly adverse to her silent advances.

When he finished removing his boots, and things from his pockets, he turned back to Danica and came very close to her. His face was inches away from hers. She gasped slightly, let her lips part, and then she leaned forward to kiss him.

He responded, and kissed her back -- moaning quietly when he felt her hand slide between his legs to caress him. She unbuttoned his trousers, and he broke from the kiss to pull her top from her body.

He sighed with pleasure upon seeing her breasts -- the nipples hard, and pointing at him. He guided her up to her knees and pulled down her tight leather riding pants. He sighed again, as her panties were revealed.

Danica lay back, kicking her pants the rest of the way off, and then quickly slid her panties down as well. He licked his lips as her sex, glistening with wetness, was revealed to him.

He pulled off his own clothing, even as Danica did. Danica grew more aroused as she saw his powerful, completely naked chest. Either no hair grew there -- or he shaved it off -- and the look inflamed Danica's passions.

He lay down, and pulled off his trousers, causing Danica to gasp for two different reasons. The first, he had a large cock which was completely shaven bare of hair. The second, there was a golden ring around the base of his shaft. Zoraster had not been wrong after all.

Danica sat up, and leaned forward -- engulfing his erection in her mouth. She sucked him deep into her throat with each slow stroke, growing more aroused every moment by the feeling of his clean-shaven cock. She slid her tongue under the ring just once, and found that it moved slightly when she did so.

Danica noted it, and then let it slip from her mind as she sucked him. Adrian was being very quiet as she caressed him in her warm mouth, obviously taking great pains not to let out any sounds of pleasure. Danica took the cue, and remained silent as well.

After sucking him for a while, she released him, and teased him with her tongue to rest her jaw for a short time. Wiggling her tongue slowly down his shaft, she explored his smooth balls when she reached them, suckling them between her lips. At last, she stroked him quickly with her hand as she sucked him hard, while swirling her tongue over his glans.

He exhaled, long and hard, as his cock exploded in her mouth. It was the only sound he made as he filled her mouth with his cream. When he ceased to pulse, she pulled back. She dropped her head down again after a moment, to lap up a last oozing drop as it emerged from the slit in his cock.

Adrian leaned forward and laid her back. He then parted her legs and pressed his face in between them. Danica bit her lip as his experienced tongue teased her.

The urge to moan and growl was overwhelming. Danica had to fight hard to keep her mouth closed. She was breathing heavily, trying to keep even that quiet, as his lips and tongue lapped and probed her.

She felt her orgasm building deep inside her, causing the urge to cry out to become even more difficult to resist. Grabbing a pillow, she stuffed it into her mouth, biting hard on it. The urge to scream built to near unbearable levels, as her muscles clenched in preparation for release.

Somehow, she managed to maintain control, and only emitted a long, slow, quiet groan of pleasure that was muffled almost completely by the pillow as she came hard on his tongue. He didn't relent, but continued to lap and suck at her sensitive folds.

Danica gasped, keeping the pillow tight over her mouth to muffle the sounds of her explosive exhales. He dragged her rapidly back up her mountain of pleasure with his mouth.

Danica rose to her peak of pleasure in only a couple of minutes, tumbling into another powerful orgasm that rocked her body. She bit off yelps into the pillow as she came, and he continued to tantalize her with his tongue. Only his strong arms holding her down kept her from writhing away from his mouth.

Twice more, he drove her to strong orgasms, forcing her to chew on the pillow hard the whole time. The second time, even the muffling of the pillow and her self-control was not enough to prevent what was actually a faint scream from escaping.

He pulled away from her then and let her slowly come back to earth. She kept the pillow over her face as she shivered and bucked her hips through the series of aftershocks which rolled through her body in rapid waves.

At last, she was able to let the pillow fall. She still breathed heavily, but she felt she would no longer be making noises audible outside the wagon.

Adrian slid up beside her. There were just the slightest twitches running through his smooth-shaven manhood -- the first sign that he would soon be able to swell into hardness again. Danica muffled her sounds of pleasure with something much more pleasurable than the pillow, sucking his limp organ between her lips.

After only a short while, he grew hard as steel again. Danica gave him one last slow suck, and then released him -- lying back on the bed and parting her legs.

Adrian positioned himself between her parted legs and pressed the head of his cock against her slick lips -- running it up and down them a few times, before pushing deep inside her.

Danica's mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pleasure as he filled her. Her eyes were closed, but he could see them twitching as they rolled up behind her eyelids from the intensity of her pleasure.

He slowly stroked in and out of her, Danica gritting her teeth against the screams and moans that begged for release from her. She watched his smooth cock as it slid in and out of her, her lips clinging to him as if trying to hold him deep within her. His shaft glistened brightly with her wetness in the faint light from the window.

He increased his pace, and Danica grabbed the pillow again when a choked off yelp became a croak that was almost too loud. Danica gnawed at the pillow hard, as he continued to increase the speed and power of his thrusts. She writhed on the bed from the almost unbearable strain of restraining her cries of ecstasy.

At last, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, and coated her walls with his seed. His ejaculation set Danica off, and he held her hips down as she bit down on the pillow -- growling her way through the multiple orgasms that rocked her.

Adrian pulled free from her, continuing to hold her down as she bucked and spasmed through her continuing orgasm and the following aftershocks. He released her only when her gyrations decreased in strength and frequency.

As soon as he released her, he collapsed to the bed. He was soaked in sweat, and his breathing was as labored as Danica's. In time, they both caught their breath and lay exhausted on the bed.

When Danica felt she had the strength, she opened her eyes. Adrian was sound asleep. She moved, and saw she had gnawed a hole into the pillow during her final climax, and feathers littered the bed.

Danica cursed silently, because she had meant to use the sleep drug concealed in her ring to lull him into unconsciousness. In her desire for his gorgeous, shaven body, she had completely forgotten.

Popping open the compartment of the ring, she smeared some of the drug over her fingertips. She then placed the digits against Adrian's lips, and rubbed gently. His lips parted, and he murmured slightly -- kissing her fingers, and running his tongue over them. Danica rubbed her fingers against his tongue as he did so, trying to get more of the sleep drug in him.

It was apparently enough, because he quickly lapsed into the senseless sleep of the drug. Danica immediately moved him into the slightly brighter spot of moonlight filtering through the single window. She pulled at the ring, and found it was quite tight. The ring had apparently swelled and contracted with his hardness, as necessary. It wasn't budging more than slightly, and Danica knew she had to do something to reduce the friction against his skin.

She was still dripping both of their juices from her, and so she slid her fingers inside her to gather up the slick cream. Danica smeared her fingers over his shaft, trying to get up under the ring as best as she could, and then put her fingernails in a circle around the ring -- pulling slowly.

It was beginning to work, and the ring slid slowly up his shaft. Danica labored -- sweat once again beading up on her brow, as she pulled slowly on the ring.

She bent down and ran her tongue rapidly over his shaft for a moment, trying to get it slicker. Her eyes opened wide when he stirred slightly, and his cock twitched. He's resistant to the sleep drug! Danica thought with horror.

She placed her fingers carefully around the ring, relaxing for a moment in preparation, and then quickly slid the ring past the last little bit of resistance, into her hand. He stirred again slightly, and Danica sat very, very still until he slipped back fully into the stupor. She gripped the ring tight, and then sent a thought to a ring around her own finger, fading from view a moment later under the cloak of the invisibility spell.

Danica moved to pick up her clothing, but more stirring from Adrian caused her to abandon the idea. She instead moved to the door of the wagon and peeked outside through the window.

Danica knew there would be night watch about, but she could see no one through the window. She steeled her nerve, and then opened the door to exit the wagon as quickly as possible, closing the door behind her.

One of the watchmen walked around the corner of the wagon, mere inches from Danica, and looked right through her in her invisible state as he searched for the source of the sound he had heard.

A few moments later he shrugged, apparently assuming the sound was either non-threatening, or a figment of his imagination. He walked back to his chosen watch point, away from the wagon.

Danica crept as carefully as she could from the camp, and then across the road. She made her way slowly up the hill, her nude body being accosted by limbs, weeds and thorns the whole way. When she reached the top of the hill, Danica deemed she was far enough away, and grasped the charm that was the only other possession she had picked up when she escaped. She whispered Camilla's name to it as she had been instructed.

Nothing happened.

Danica waited a few minutes, and then tried again. Still nothing. Her invisibility faded away, and she was left sitting naked atop the hill. She whispered the name again, with more urgency this time.

A commotion arose from the camp. Fires flared to brilliant life, and she could hear shouting. She whispered the name to the charm again, fear and anger in her voice.

This time the charm grew warm. She walked in a crouch to her left, feeling nothing from the charm. Turning the opposite direction caused the charm to vibrate slightly in her hand.

When Danica passed behind some thick vegetation, she rose up to her full height, and quickly walked in the direction the charm was leading her. At last, she saw Camilla lounging in the moonlight atop a large rock.

"Sorry I'm late," Camilla yawned, "I was busy again, I'm afraid. Dear, what has happened to you?" she asked with a mocking grin, making no effort to be quiet.

"Oy, I heard somethin' on top of the hill!" a voice shouted from below. Danica's heart lurched as she heard several people scrambling up the hill.

"Get us out of here dammit!" Danica urged in a growled whisper.

Camilla snorted and said, "Oh, all right, there's no need to be snappy."

A few chanted words later, Danica felt the magic pull her away.

When they emerged from the magical journey, Danica found she was not on solid ground. She yelped as she fell, splashing into water on top of someone.

Danica rose gasping and coughing, and heard Camilla say, "Oh dear, this isn't your room at all. My mistake."

Danica pulled her hair from her eyes, and found she was facing a grossly fat man. She was in the men's bathing pool, standing with her breasts scant inches from the man's leering eyes.

He reached out his hand toward her breasts just as Danica was pulled away by the magic once again.

They reappeared in Danica's room. Streams of water ran down her body to the floor, darkened by the filth that had coated her in her mad dash from the camp.

Camilla was standing right next to her saying, "I don't know what could have gone wrong with my spell. That man seemed to like you though," punctuating the statement with a laugh.

"You BITCH!" Danica screamed, and backhanded the woman with all her strength.

The blow snapped Camilla's head to the side, and the ring of invisibility Danica wore on that hand drew blood on Camilla's cheek.

"You'll pay for that whore!" Camilla screamed, and leapt at Danica with her fingers curled into claws.

Danica jumped, and barely managed to twist away from the woman's grasping hands. When Camilla turned, leaped at her again, Danica doubled up her fist, and punched the woman hard, directly in the mouth.

Camilla screamed, and put her face in her hands. Danica backed away and looked for something to defend herself. She hurriedly snatched up the heavy metal water pitcher, and raised it -- ready to strike.

Camilla pulled her hands from her face. Her lip was now bloodied to match her cheek. She loosed a feral growl, and Danica felt the hair on her arms stand on end. The woman was summoning up her magical powers.

Danica quickly gasped out a defensive spell, and the shield wrapped around her just barely in time to deflect the magic missiles the other woman hurled at her. Danica was torn. She had spells to defend herself, but she had been warned not to attack any of Zoraster's people. She was at a loss what to do.

She didn't have to make the choice, because Celes suddenly appeared in the room in a bright flash of light. An aura of crackling power swirled around Celes, and she warned in a loud voice, "That'll be enough of this!"

"Out of the way, old bitch. She'll pay!" Camilla snarled.

"Not without goin' through me ye won't," Celes said, with an even stronger note of warning. "Do ye really want to match yer Art ta mine? An' ye best be rememberin' that ye're not the madman's favorite any more. That position has been filled by someone else," Celes taunted, and nodded back at Danica.