Danica Pt. 11

The manipulation of the wish-based illusions created by Danica's pendant ensured that Geflon and Mindblind were unlikely to associate her with Devan's sister, but Zoraster could not ignore the danger.

A few gestures and words of magic increased the dosage of the drugs that Danica's pendant regularly administered to her. Zoraster smiled wickedly, knowing the drugs would ensure Danica spent most of her time dealing the increased needs of her carnal desires, keeping her out of the public view.

With those thoughts came arousal. With a growl of anticipation, the Archmage turned to leave and call upon Danielle. The young clone proved eager for him to deflower her once more.

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Danica saw that the last of the many things she had commissioned had arrived during her absence. Someone had placed each item in more or less the exact place she wanted them. Danica smiled when she saw notes from Heather saying that many of her spell component jars were ready for her to pick up.

Her pulse quickened when she thought of Heather and Grant. Having ignored the needs of her body during the second half of Zoraster’s task, her body ached for release now that she allowed the feeling to settle over her.

Danica immediately went to acquire the sixteen beautiful jars from Heather, sharing the couple’s bed with them long into the night. She didn’t sleep when she returned to her rooms, but instead took some of the alertness drug and returned to her studies.

Now that she had the time, Danica was determined to learn the spells of teleportation. Her assistance in transporting the Companions would have helped a lot in the time before Mara arrived to join them. She knew the magic would probably come in handy again.

Over the course of the next several days, Danica studied the spell. On the fourth day, she felt her blood burn and knew the magic was hers. She walked out onto the grounds, and then teleported from the front door of the main building to the front gates of the complex. Danica laughed when the guards – who should be used to wizards – jumped when she popped into existence right in front of them.

She walked back to her rooms, feeling arousal building inside her. While wrapped up in studying the spell, she had ignored those needs, and her body now rebelled against that denial.

Danica felt disappointed when she found Andrea and Damian both busy, but in truth, she wanted something different. She wasn't even sure what she wanted, but she knew she wanted it badly – and now.

Thinking of her time in Oakhaven, Danica decided to go there. She went to her rooms and used the portal to return to the room permanently set aside for her at the Training Grounds.

Everyone smiled and spoke to Danica as she passed through on her way out of the complex and down to the city. She wandered around at a leisurely stroll, taking in the sights rather than just the looks and thoughts of the women she passed this time.

She noticed several shops that she planned to revisit soon. She found only one bathhouse, all but deserted in the cold weather. The cold couldn’t dissuade Danica, and she enjoyed a long, warm soak. The rumbling of her stomach prompted her to find a good inn and a meal after her bath.

Danica passed by one, but found another that spoke of higher quality shortly thereafter. She found the food good, though not nearly as fine as the fare in the inns of Montbank, the city near Zoraster's complex.

The entertainment was a different story. She didn't notice until the show started, but few women patronized the inn. The entertainment likely explained why. Nearly nude dancers – a half a dozen at a time – moved around the floor of the inn. The dancers attempted to entice coins from the patrons, placing the tips – or having the patrons place them – in small pouches hanging from the waist of the skimpy bottoms of their dancing costumes. The jingling of the coins added to the music that accompanied their dance.

The women were very beautiful and talented. Danica felt ever-increasing arousal spreading through her as she watched the women dance. One in particular, a young dark-haired woman, made Danica quiver every time the dancer looked her way.

The women mostly avoided Danica, assuming that a woman sitting alone wasn’t a likely prospect to fill their coin purses. The dark-haired girl spun to a table and paused for just a moment. A handsome, but stern looking man at the table put a coin in one of her purses. Danica noticed the patron say something to the dancing girl.

The dancer immediately glided toward Danica, smiling and pirouetting around the table until she danced in front of Danica. Danica's mouth, and something else, watered as the woman danced in front of her. Pulling a coin from her pocket, Danica slipped it into one of the woman's coin purses.

The girl smiled and spun around, bending her back to look back at Danica as she glided away. The position offered Danica a very good view of the upper globes of the woman's firm breasts. Danica quivered as she watched.

The music wound down, and the current dancers left the floor. Six more dancers stepped out of a back room when another tune, faster in tempo, started playing.

The women were no less beautiful or talented. Danica enjoyed their dances – a lot. Apparently, someone had noticed Danica putting the coin in the one girl's purse, because the women stopped avoiding her table. Danica tried not to think of how many coins she slipped into purses while feeling the soft skin of the women's hips in the process.

The man to whom the dark-haired dancing girl had spoken to glanced in Danica's direction quite often, and something about him made Danica terribly uncomfortable.

She didn't really feel like leaving yet, so Danica stood and took her drink with her to find somewhere else to sit, out of range of the man's stares.

Danica sat in a corner booth for a while, but even when she couldn't see the man, she felt his eyes boring into her. It didn't take long for Danica to leave. She looked in the direction of the man’s table as she left, confirming that he was indeed looking in her direction. A final glance over her shoulder revealed the man finally turning away.

Danica decided to assuage her curiosity, going to the House of Women at the Training Grounds. Danica noticed little difference, save the quality of the bedding had improved. As Danica watched the men – and a single woman – coming in to pay for their companionship, she noted that the prices charged varied greatly. The woman was not charged at all, but allowed to choose one of the two handsome men to sport with free of charge.

Danica knew Zoraster was using this bawdy house for some sinister purpose, but she simply couldn't fathom what. After a short while, she left the house to return to Oakhaven.

Danica walked in the chill air by the light of the full moon. About halfway back to the town, Danica remembered a sheltered glade enclosing a small pond with a hot spring fed pool on one end. She’d found it during her search of the countryside to fill Zoraster’s house. Something about that glade had called out to her when she passed it, and she answered that call now.

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When Danica reached the glade a few minutes later, she walked up to the pool and kicked off one of her shoes. Dipping a toe into the water, she found the temperature just below the point of uncomfortably hot. Danica smiled and disrobed. She’d heard about the relaxing and healing properties of hot mineral springs like this, and couldn’t resist experimenting.

Danica eased into the water, the biting contrast between the chill air and the hot pool uncomfortable at first. Once fully immersed, she breathed a sigh of content and floated in the steaming waters.

Danica noticed that she floated far easier in this water than she would normally, and remembered something in her studies about that being a property of certain mineral springs. Danica relaxed her body and let the pool buoy her up. She floated easily, and her nipples grew pebble hard where they emerged from the pool into the chill air. Danica reached out a finger and ran it over one of her nipples, thinking she could probably cut glass with them right now.

The touch also ignited the still pressing need for release inside her. Danica rubbed her folds beneath the steaming water, moaning blissfully as she gave in to her needs. Just as she spiraled upward toward release, faint voices startled her. She heard the voices not with her ears, but with her mind.

Danica looked around, but saw nothing. She concentrated, and noticed she could still hear the voices. The only thing she could make out was a she.

Danica continued to look around, trying to figure out where the voices were coming from, but she saw nothing. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement.

Snapping her eyes to the area, Danica saw nothing at first. After a few moments of staring, she saw what looked like a reflection of a woman in the water of the pond. As Danica watched, the Nymph rose up out of the water and glided toward Danica. At the same time, another Nymph stepped out from behind a tree and also moved toward Danica.

Danica didn’t know what to do. The Nymphs did not appear threatening, and she knew they weren't evil. Nymphs sometimes caused men to die of exhaustion while coupling with them, because they sought out men for their seed to bring new Nymphs forth from nature when one passed away, but the deaths were rare and occurred purely by accident.

Danica looked at the forest spirits as they approached, appearing almost as wary of her as she was of them. The water Nymph, also known as a Naiad, naturally had bluish-tinged skin and very light blue hair. She was very petite and had small breasts with dark nipples and areoles that blended together. A thin strip of hair adorned her mound.

The tree Nymph – a Dryad – appeared much the same, except her skin was greenish in color, her nipples and areoles lighter, and her hair much darker. She too had a thin strip of hair on her mound, and Danica wondered how this had incorporated itself into the Nymphs whom she’d always seen depicted and spoken of as having natural, untouched pubic hair in their human forms.

The two Nymphs moved close together, and the water Nymph said to the other, "See, I told you it is a She of men."

Danica could not help but feel aroused. Nymphs were naturally some of the most beautiful and sexual creatures in existence. Danica suppressed a shudder as she watched them – still wary, but feeling her body strongly responding to the sight of the beautiful nature entities.

The two Nymphs both shuddered in unison. The tree Nymph said, "It does not feel like a She of men, or smell like a She of men. It feels like a She sister. The Shes of men do not have the magic as we do to call to the Hes of men like this one."

Both of the Nymphs hands strayed to their nether lips to cover them, and Danica noticed just the faintest hints of a scent in the air. It smelled like a spring shower in the forest – warm, inviting, and sweet. Danica felt her arousal spike higher and saw the Nymphs both shudder again. This time both Nymphs slipped a finger between their nether lips.

"The Shes of men do not call to us as this one does, but it is not a She sister. It is a She of men, I say," the Naiad asserted.

The two Nymphs closed their eyes for a moment, falling into what Danica thought looked like a prayer-like state. When the Nymphs opened their eyes, they both looked at each other and smiled.

"How are you called, She of men?" The water Nymph asked. Both of the beautiful sprites moved closer to stand at the edge of the hot spring fed pool.

"My name is Danica."

"I am Xara", said the Dryad.

"I am Xaqua", said the Naiad.

"I can leave if I'm intruding. I don’t wish to bother you in your home," Danica said.

The two Nymphs laughed. "You do not intrude – you interest us. The Mistress likes you, and we like you too," Xaqua said and giggled.

"Will you come away from the hot place?" Xara asked.

Danica’s ever-heightening arousal confused her. She knew this happened to men when they encountered Nymphs, but she had never heard of it affecting a woman. Her hand strayed between her legs, and the Nymphs continued to rub their folds as well. Danica also slowly moved out of the hot pool toward the Nymphs.

The air should have chilled her wet skin to the point of making her shiver, but Danica didn't feel the bite of the cold at all, as she exited the steaming waters. As soon as she was within their reach, the two Nymphs each stretched out a hand and touched one of her breasts.

The three shuddered in unison, and Danica felt the wetness inside her freely flowing. She knew she would start dripping soon.

"We seek a He of men for his seed. Will you join us in our seeking? We are but two and have not seen a sister for many moons," the water nymph said and then both sprites moved their hands from between their legs. They took Danica's hands and placed them over their folds, covering Danica's folds with their own hands.

All worry and care evaporated from Danica. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew she was under the Nymph's spell, but at this moment, she didn't care. Danica caressed the two wood spirit's labia and gently probed her fingers between their lips. The Nymphs likewise did the same for her.

The two Nymphs took deep breaths, leaning close to Danica to drink in her scent as the three masturbated each other. Danica noticed the Nymphs shivering after each breath, and she could feel their wetness dripping off the back of her hand as she probed between their nether lips.

Danica didn't know how long they stood touching each other this way, but when the two Nymphs guided her down to the ground, she noticed her own scent of arousal seemed just as strong as that of the Nymphs. The three scents mingled as one – strong, sensual, and intoxicating. Once again, Danica noted that she felt no bite from the chill air. As she reached the ground, Danica noticed that the earth felt as warm as a spring day.

Danica lay down on her side, and the Naiad moved in front of her. Danica ran her tongue along the parting of the nymph's lips, and moaned in response to the taste. The Nymph’s juices tasted like perfect spring water sweetened with fruit juices. The nectar dripped from the Nymph in a steady flow as Danica lapped it up.

Out of the corner of her eye, Danica saw the Dryad lie on her side in front of the other Nymph, parting her legs. Xaqua slid her tongue between Xara's wet lips as soon as she could reach. Xara then maneuvered her body so she could get her head between Danica's legs. Danica gasped as she felt the wood Nymph's tongue wash over her.

Danica's moans mingled with the musical ones of Xara and Xaqua as they all flicked their tongues over each other. Danica felt that she should go slowly, teasing and tantalizing with her lips and tongue, slowly building the fires in Xaqua, as Xara did the same for her.

Time lost meaning as Danica lapped the continuous flow of intoxicating juices from Xaqua. Danica slowly built toward release, but felt somewhat disconnected from the sensation as she washed her tongue over the Nymph's sex. Normally, the level of arousal she had reached would have distracted her from her lapping by now, but she continued to probe Xaqua's folds at the same steady pace as she drew nearer to orgasm.

When her orgasm gripped her, Danica quietly emitted a long moan of release as she continued to lick Xaqua. She felt Xaqua's body quivering under her tongue and Xara's head shivering between her legs. From those movements and the moans she heard, Danica assumed that the Nymphs must be coming too.

As they slowly settled down from their simultaneous orgasms, the three moved and flipped over. Now Danica lapped Xara while Xaqua's lips closed around Danica's hood and the throbbing bud beneath.

When Danica once again reached climax, they switched places again. Danica felt lost in the unending state of ecstasy. All else in the world ceased to exist save her quivering body and that of whichever Nymph she lapped to another peak of pleasure.

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Danica returned to her senses some time later. She was lying on the warm earth, a pleasant glow of satisfaction flowing through her. Danica slipped a finger between her labia and shuddered from the aftershock the touch sent rolling through her body. When she brought the finger to her mouth, she tasted a man's cum on it.

Danica looked over and saw Xara lying beside her lost in afterglow as well. Nearby, Danica saw Xaqua leaned over a rather handsome, nude young man, stroking her tongue over the man's flaccid member. The young man's eyes were rolled up in his head and he appeared oblivious.

Danica noticed the intoxicating feeling leaving her. Xara moved over to Xaqua and laid a hand on the water Nymph's back. "Sister, the He is near exhaustion. His seed takes root and we must nurture it now – that our sister may be reborn."

Xaqua pouted for a moment, and then moved away from the young man. The two Nymphs then approached Danica. "Come, we must nurture his seed," Xara instructed.

Danica felt her knees wobbling as she stood and walked with the Nymphs toward a fair sized oak tree in the glade. The two Nymphs guided Danica until all three stood facing the tree, their bodies pressed against the tree and their hands joined in a circle around it.

Danica felt a warm glow spreading through her body from her womb. Instinctively Danica knew it was what it felt like to know you were with child. The feeling was like nothing Danica had ever experienced before, and it brought strength to her trembling knees. An emotional connection flowed from her hands to those of the Nymphs and back. Danica could feel the same warm glow coming from the woodland spirits as well.

Xara and Xaqua began a musical chant. Somehow, Danica knew the words and the melody, and joined in the chant. The warmth inside Danica intensified as they chanted, and her mind clouded.

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Danica once again awakened. She lay on the ground near the tree she had joined hands around with the Nymphs. Danica shivered and realized that the chill of the air was returning to the glade.

Danica rose and saw the two Nymphs kneeling together nearby. They spoke in a tongue she didn’t recognize to someone in front of them. As the chill in the air continued to grow, Danica noticed the young man shivering from cold exactly where he had lain when Danica last saw him. He was still insensible – and still nude.

Danica shook her head to clear it, knowing she had to get dressed and rouse the young man to do the same or they would both be in danger from the cold. Danica picked up her clothes and the young man's garments, and then moved to him. She cast a spell that would provide them both with warmth for a time. Danica felt her body stir as she dressed the young man – with some difficulty due to his unconscious state.

She noticed his manhood appeared swollen and very red. Danica surmised that the Nymphs had likely coaxed him to hardness beyond his natural ability. Danica spread a healing salve over his cock before struggling to put on his homespun trousers. The young man did not awaken as she dressed him.

When she finished, Danica felt a presence behind her and turned to see Xara and Xaqua standing behind her with a young girl. The little girl had green skin and a bright smile.

Xara said, "This is our sister reborn. She shall be known as Xanica."

Danica smiled at the little Nymph named for her, and Xanica giggled.

Xaqua then said, "We must go now, for it is not our season. We were only awakened by the Mistress because of your presence to bring our sister's spirit to us. You are unique among the Shes of men. The Mistress likes you and we like you too. We did not break the He of men, did we?"