Danica Pt. 03

When she awoke, she ate and bathed as normal, and then went to the bed -- still nude -- to lie down. She centered her mind, and cast the spell. The illusion appeared on the foot of the bed. It was Andrea -- nude as well -- and slowly crawling toward Danica. Danica sighed, as she could hear the woman's breathing, smell her perfume, and feel the weight of another body on the bed.

She caused the illusion to crawl over her, and between her parted legs. She could actually feel the girl's hair brushing against her thighs. When Andrea leaned down, she could feel the lips and tongue touching her.

The sensation was there -- but not completely realistic. Danica knew it for an illusion, and she was controlling it with her thoughts. Still, knowing this, it did not fade into haziness, nor did she cease to feel, smell, and hear it -- though these were dulled.

Danica banished the illusion. It was not perfect -- the phantasmal force couldn't have possibly been able to provide enough stimulation to have brought her to climax, for example -- but she believed it was strong enough for her purposes, in the item she wished to create.

She was just about to go to her lab when the door opened and Zoraster walked in. Danica turned from her path to the lab, and took a seat in one of the chairs she had purchased, near the vanity mirror in the room.

"I have another task for you, little rose. It is two-fold, and will take some time to complete. You will be transported to a nearby castle. The first part of your task is to gain entrance, by whatever means necessary. Once there, you will make your way to the chambers of the Princess. You shall place seeing globes generously about her suite, and place an amulet around her neck. You will then exit the castle and be transported back to here. In one month's time, you shall return to the Princess' chambers, and perform another task, which shall be detailed to you when the time comes. Complete this two-fold task, and you will be granted the freedom to utilize the portal of scrying."

Danica raised an eyebrow, not knowing exactly what the portal Zoraster spoke of was.

Zoraster caught the look and explained, "The portal of scrying is a room so enchanted that it will enable you to view things which go on in the outside world. You think of a place you know well, and it can show you this place. With effort, and practice, you can force the portal to shift its view away from the known place, to places nearby -- whether you have been there or not. With it, you may have a glimpse of the world outside these walls. Any attempt to scry a place that might cause detection will fail."

Danica nodded her understanding, offering nothing more to the madman.

Zoraster's eyes burned for a moment at Danica's small silent defiance of him, in not speaking. "Very well, little rose, you shall leave in approximately one week's time. Such depends upon Celes' return." A crooked smile curled his lips as he added, "I must await Celes, because I fear either Camilla, or yourself would be dead, should I place the two of you in close proximity again." He finished with a loud laugh.

He continued to laugh as he left the room. Danica glared at him as he walked away. She then stood and went to her lab, to begin the careful study and consideration she needed to undertake to create her next magical item.

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Danica studied and made notes until about mid-afternoon, and then decided she needed to take a rest. She rose stiffly from the chair and went to soak in the bath first.

She left her chambers, unsure where she was going. She only knew she felt the need to be gone from her rooms and moving about. She had not gone far when she came to Damian's door. It opened just before she reached it.

"Oh, Danica dear, I was just leaving on a journey to acquire some very rare spell components. Please come inside for a moment -- for that is all I have. I wish to give you something," he said, and gestured for her to come inside his rooms.

Danica smiled, and entered his chambers. He hurried to his bedchambers, and then returned carrying a magnificent gown. It was long, with a slit up the side to show off her legs. The entire gown was beaded, and shimmered in the faint light of the room. Danica covered her mouth in astonishment. The dress was stunning.

"I wish I had time to see you try it on, but I shall have to wait for that, I'm afraid. I saw it on my last journey, and I knew it should be yours. Will you accept it?" Damian asked.

Danica smiled brightly, hugged him, and then kissed him deeply. "Oh, yes! It is wonderful!" she exclaimed.

"Not half as wonderful as it shall surely be, with you wearing it," he said, and smiled at her. "Now, I fear I must go. A coach awaits me, and I fear the driver is an old friend who grows intolerable when delayed." He kissed her again when they reached the door, and then closed it to hurry away, with a wave, toward the exit of the house.

Danica looked once more at the gown, and then returned to her chambers. She quickly stripped off her clothing and slipped into the gown. It felt like silk, clinging to her everywhere. It showed every sensual curve of her body, the bodice dipping low enough to give a fine view of her cleavage. She spun around in front of the mirror, and smiled with delight at how the shimmering dress flowed about her, while still hugging her curves so tightly.

"Thank you, Damian," she whispered, as she looked at her image in the mirror. She pulled the gown off, hanging it in her closet with great care. She then dressed in her more common clothing once more, and returned to her wanderings.

In the common room, she passed by a young man she recognized. It was the first she had made a man that night beside the pool on the grounds. She smiled and winked at him, letting her hips sway just a bit more as she passed through the room.

She heard quick footsteps coming up behind her when she left the room and entered the hallway leading from it. She stopped and turned to see the young man hurrying to catch up with her.

"Dear, I told you, you have had your time. I enjoyed it -- enjoyed being with you -- but it was that night, and that night only. I hope you learned something, and that you'll use that knowledge to please a woman your own age when you find yourself alone with her." Danica explained with a smile, as she looked into his eyes.

"I know, Mistress. I understand, and I thank you," he said with a blush. "It's not me. There are others -- my friends -- they uhm..." he stammered and looked down toward the ground.

Danica smiled and said, "Tell them that I might return to the pool again some night. There is no certainty that I will -- but I might. Make sure they know that I'm not looking for a mate, or a puppy to follow me around. I might be willing to teach them how to make a woman feel good, but that is all. Well -- that and enjoy them practicing." She concluded with a laugh.

The young man -- still blushing -- responded, "I understand. Thank you, it was amazing!"

Danica said, "You're welcome," with a laugh, and continued down the hall. She felt a little better about what she had done, now that she had spoken to one of the young men. She continued her wanderings, passing from the building out into the grounds. She went to the library but did not stay long. Her mind was not in the right place for study right now. She did not know for sure what was drawing her along.

She passed by a long workshop, seeing men and women inside through the windows working on various projects. There were some working with wood, others with silver. Some crafted candles, others eating utensils. She passed by, but noted the place, as it was possible she could utilize the knowledge of these artisans at some point.

She came to another workshop soon after. All those within were fashioning clothing of various sorts. She stopped when she saw an older woman putting the finishing touches on a corset.

An inspiration came to Danica, and she entered the workshop walking up to the woman. "Excuse me; I wonder if I could ask you something?"

"Go right ahead, Dearie," the woman said looking up from her work at Danica. "I don't know why you'd be fiddling with a corset maker, though. Your waist is trim enough."

Danica smiled. "Thank you. I have this vision in my head, and I wonder if such a thing might be possible. It's quite similar to a corset in ways -- lacing up much the same way -- though not as tightly. The top should not cover my breasts, but still support them from below -- perhaps in cotton -- with panties to match, though they should reveal more here..." She rubbed her buttocks to demonstrate before continuing, "And here," she said touching her thighs. "Would that be possible?"

The old woman's brow furrowed, as she contemplated what Danica had described, and tried to envision it herself. At last, she nodded her head and said, "Aye, I could do it. A little something to make a man's eyes pop out of his head?" she mused with a wink.

Danica laughed, "I think that would do it."

"Aye, I think so too." the woman agreed, and laughed as well.

Danica sighed, "I don't have the money to commission your skills, however."

"You hardly look the servant, that must mean you are a student, or someone else who guests with the Master. We here, in the tradesman's lodges, craft for the students and such. It is our duty, which we are paid for. Now, I normally don't do anything special, but I'd like to try my hands at what you're describing. It will be a good test for my old eyes and hands -- to see if I still have any skill left in them!" The seamstress explained.

Danica beamed, "Thank you. I'll find some way to repay you for your extra effort some time."

"It's no trouble. I only wish I could make something like that, and it would bring my husband's manhood back to life. He's not gotten the wrinkles out of it in years," the seamstress confided, and blew a raspberry.

Danica smiled wide as she realized she knew a way to help the old woman with exactly that. "Is there an herbalist nearby?" she asked.

"Yes, in the round building at the end of the path. Why?"

Danica smiled, with a conspiratorial air. "I know an herbal potion, which will do exactly what you're talking about. I'll give you the recipe, as thanks for your work."

The old woman smiled wide and laughed. "Well, by stars, I'll give it a try. Though, if it does work, I'm half afraid one or both of us won't remember what to do with it once it does stand up!"

"It's one of those things you never forget how to do, I'm sure," Danica laughed.

"Now, Dear, you're going to have to get out of those robes, so I can get your sizes. Come over here behind the screen," the woman instructed, and grabbed a strand of slender rope with marks all over it at small regularly spaced intervals.

The old woman took down her sizes, and then Danica wrote down the combination of herbs necessary for the potion, explaining how to prepare them as she did so. The seamstress told her it would likely take a while, as she would have to work on it when she had time, but to come by on occasion and see how it was progressing.

Danica left the workshop, imagining how the clothes would look on her. Certainly, Damian and Andrea would both appreciate the attire.

She wandered toward the edge of the grounds, opposite where the pool lay, backed against the same hill. She found an equally beautiful garden here, and a tall hedge maze.

Danica walked through the garden and into the hedge maze. She wandered past fountains surrounded by stone benches and tables in large open areas of the maze. She saw two such sets, as she walked about enjoying the beauty of the flowers and plants within the garden.

She was making her way out, when she passed through one of the open areas a second time, and realized she had been turned around. She was lost. Danica chuckled, shaking her head at the lack of attention that had brought her to these straights. She decided to try to find her way out, though she could easily levitate out if she grew frustrated.

Danica knew her attempts were not succeeding, when she entered an area of the maze she knew she had not passed through before. There were no flowers here, only the endless green of the hedges.

She was just about to levitate out of the maze, having decided she was hopelessly lost, when she heard the faint sound of moaning. It was growing dark, and Danica started when hovering globes of light winked into existence above the garden at regular intervals. The soft glow of the globes illuminated everything around her quite well.

Danica tried to trace down the sounds she was hearing. The sounds grew louder, and Danica knew she was getting closer. Soon, they sounded as if they were almost on top of her. Danica turned in the direction the sounds were coming from and quietly whispered a spell of clairvoyance.

Danica could see what lay on the other side of the hedge now. A large, circular, open area contained a fountain and benches, much as the others had. What was different was that there were people there, and they were both nude.

A handsome, muscular man -- with wavy brown hair and a mustache -- had his face between the legs of a woman, who had tightly curled auburn hair. The source of the moans was the woman expressing her pleasure as the man licked her.

Danica felt wetness gathering between her legs as she watched. The man flickered his tongue over the woman more rapidly, and then engulfed her clit in his lips, if what Danica saw -- combined with the sounds the woman was making -- were any indication. Moments later, the woman emitted a quiet, but high-pitched, combination of a gasp and a yelp, followed by an equally high-pitched moan as she obviously came on his tongue.

The man pulled away and looked intently into his partner's face as the woman shuddered through her orgasms. The woman at last opened her eyes and nodded to her lover.

He put his hand to his mouth, sucking and licking at his fingers. He folded his hand with the index finger and pinkie nearly touching -- the thumb pulled up, and between his folded fingers. He edged in closer to the woman and moved his hand toward her nether lips.

Danica's eyes went wide, as the man slowly slid his hand inside. Fully half his hand vanished, up to the first knuckle of his thumb. The woman's eyes opened wide, and she half gasped, half snarled, as he penetrated her.

He pulled back, and then pushed inside her to about the same place again, fucking her with his hand. The woman gasped and growled quietly like an animal as he did it. "More!" she snarled after he had stroked her several times.

Danica's hand had found its way into her robes to softly rub her bud through her panties as she watched.

The man pushed more of his hand inside his lover with the next thrust, her labia coming to touch the second knuckle of his thumb this time. The growl that escaped the woman was slightly louder, and feral sounding.

The stronger gasps and growls continued as the man stroked her with his hand to this depth. He did so for several minutes -- and all the while -- the woman thrashed her head from side to side, continuing to make animal-like noises.

The woman emitted a warbling yelp, as the man pushed his hand inside her -- a scant inch of his folded hand above the wrist visible outside her stretched folds. The woman furiously rubbed her clit, as the man slowly stroked his hand in and out of her -- to the incredible depth.

Suddenly, the woman's back arched high. There was a full foot between her back and the ground as she squealed slightly and then screamed silently in ecstasy, with her mouth wide open to the stars above.

Danica clenched her teeth and shuddered as she came as well. She was forced to drop to her knees, her legs unable to support her, as the man rolled over the still quivering woman, and buried his cock inside her. He didn't leave it in her pussy for long, but instead thrust it powerfully into the tight ring of her ass. The woman growled again in animalistic pleasure as he pounded her ass hard.

Danica came again, when the man exploded in the woman's ass only moments after his lover had climaxed again. Danica gritted her teeth, breathing hard and fast through her nose -- exactly as the man and woman were doing -- trying to stay quiet.

The couple rose and dressed after a while, and Danica got up from her sore knees to leave as well. She winced when she felt the cold night air blow across the wet spot that covered the entire crotch of her panties. She waited a few more minutes, and then levitated out of the maze, discovering the circular clearing was at its center. She quickly went the opposite direction from the one the couple was taking to get out of the range of their vision, and dropped to the ground outside the maze.

Danica tried to imagine how it must have felt to the woman. The man sticking his hand in her like that looked to be intense, according to the woman's reactions. Danica found she desperately wanted to try it, but she was also scared to do so.

Andrea suddenly came into her mind. The girl had small, dainty hands. A good compromise, Danica thought, and hurried to the young blonde's chambers.

Danica and Andrea again softly caressed and kissed each other's bodies all over for more than an hour, before Andrea slipped her tongue between Danica's moist folds. Both of them came several times under each other's knowing mouths, and then Danica explained to the young woman what she wanted to try. She showed Andrea how to fold her hand, and then sucked and licked on the woman's fingers, to get them nice and wet.

Andrea slipped her hand inside Danica, as deep as she could get it. Danica found she was emitting the same sort of animalistic sounds as the woman she had seen in the maze, and her eyes rolled up in her head behind her closed eyelids.

Danica slowly encouraged Andrea, who seemed just as fascinated and intrigued as Danica had been. Andrea watched her hand disappear inside Danica's depths, continuing to push more and more of her hand inside.

It was even more intense than when she had been penetrated by very thick cocks. Danica's labia stretched, and every inch of her walls was being pushed forcefully, as well. Every time her muscles clenched, it sent off a delightful sensation inside her -- like nothing she had ever felt before.

Danica briskly rubbed her clit, when Andrea's hand got past the resistance, to stroke Danica at that deep depth -- just above the wrist.

When Danica came, her head lashed violently back and forth as she writhed on the bed. She heard the animalistic growls and yelps escaping her lips as she rocked under the waves of orgasm. Her muscles contracting squirted Andrea's hand from her, and that sent an electric wave of pleasure through Danica's body. She let out a loud, growling scream as her upper body lifted off the bed, held there by her tightly clenched muscles.

When she finally spiraled to earth, Andrea asked her to do it as well. Danica wet her fingers, moaning when she saw the wetness seeping from Andrea already. The pressure on her fingers amazed Danica, as she slid them inside the young blonde woman. Andrea was tight, and Danica found she couldn't get any more than her four fingers inside -- no matter what she did.

It didn't matter, because it was more than enough to give Andrea the same sensations Danica had experienced. Danica gasped, as the beautiful young woman's face showed a level of arousal that obviously tiptoed on the cliff's edge of pain.

Danica shuddered when Andrea let out a feral growl, sounding somewhat like an angry cat. The look on the young woman's face was starting to worry Danica, and she was about to ease off in fear she was hurting Andrea. Her fears were dispelled moments later, when Andrea growled, "FASTER!"