Summoned from the underworld.

[KillerMuffin]

I chewed on my lip, wondering what he was thinking about. He let me hold him tight and squeeze his head to my breasts. He nuzzled one of my breasts and licked the nipple, his fingers reassuring me in a way words never would. From him, the only thing I felt was a sense of wonder, fierceness, and acceptance. I wilted under him and almost started crying. Except that I never cry.

I slapped at my eyes, damned dust.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"Muffin, if you want to keep this a secret we will, but you have the potential to be something great with what you can do..." Cain said quietly as he pulled away from her breast. "I would like to help you in any way I can..." His eyes showed a genuine desire to do so.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I smiled at him, a bit tremulously, but I don't think he noticed my gooey eyes or quivering lip. Nah. It's too out of character for me, he couldn't possibly notice. Right.

"It has to be a secret. There are things that mages to do earth witches like me. They enslave us, the butcher us, they try to suck the magery out of us, they sell us to demonspawn, they destroy us because we can do things they don't understand and can't duplicate. It...it...it scares me," I admitted, my eyes sliding away so I wouldn't have to look into his when I confessed to weakness. "If they found out I would quit being a person, I would be a thing."

He canted his head to this side and considered this.

"You can teach me magic, enough to get by so I can stay here long enough to graduate." Suddenly excited, I sat up, scooting out from under him. I sank the fingers of one hand into his hair and fondled his chest with the other. "After that, I wouldn't have to worry about being found out!"

Smiling broadly, I kissed his nose.

"And I'll find your imp for you and we can send it back to whereever it belongs and no one ever has to know you summoned it!" I went on. He kissed me, to shut me up no doubt.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"We will help one another." Cain said with a pleasant smile on his lips as he ran his hand through Muffin's hair. "Can you sence the imp then? How do we find her?" It seemed as though all his acting had ceased now, he didn't bother acting as though he was in complete control any longer. Somehthing in him knew it was counter productive to do so with Muffin. Perhaps it was the still lingering sensation of having been one with her...

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Sure, I can sense anyone in the kingdom if I know what to look for. She isn't far from here." I shut my eyes and concentrated. I knew that I could search actively, like a bat screaming for insects, and that would leave a signature, and if something were sensitive to earth witchery, they would feel the ping. I could also search passively, rooting myself in the earth and feeling it's vibrations, that left no trail and it could not be sensed because it was "magically silent."

I opened myself to the earth, smiling a bit as the sensations of the happy planet enfolded me. It took a moment to adjust to it, it was almost as if I were everything looking at myself, but once I did, I listened for the imp. She was dark and vibrant, unnatural because she did not belong here. She was not part of Gaeia's Realm and those that didn't belong were generally dark.

"Ah... she's doing what we just did with some guy. He's a really powerful mage. Even more powerful than the Dean." I canted my head to the left and chewed on my bottom lip, paying a bit more attention to him. "I think he's the new Dean. He isn't very nice. They're in the top of a the tower no one ever uses.

I opened my eyes, regretfully letting the earth recede from my consciousness. Other than the few moments I'd spent naked with Cain, it was the only real peace I knew.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Doing a double take, Cain stammered. "The new Dean? If so, then I have already been found out..." Cain turned very pale as the thought of being sent away, back to his family's farm that Muffin had made mention of crept back into his mind. He dispised manual labour, and had always been a bookish lad in his youth. If he were sent home now, with his training only half done... He dreaded to think of it. Surely it would be as bad a predicament as Muffin's if she were to be sent back to her mother.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"I don't think he's noticing anything but where he's sticking his cock." Unaccountably I blushed at my coarse language. It's never bothered me to use it before, but I was known for my rude and bullying ways. "There has to be something we can do. Some way to cover you so that the new Dean doesn't know you did it. Is the spell's signature that unique to you? Can we make it look like an accident, like I was doing my studies and it screwed itself up like it always does? Do we have enough time to do it again before Tiador shows up again?"

As bad as it would be for me to return to my mother, it would be a travesty for him to.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

The walk to Cain's door seems longer than he'd remembered it. Perhaps it was the shaking of his legs from his previous experiences.
Tiador stands outside of Cain's door for a moment. He's surprised not to hear shouting from inside. Tentatively he knocks. "Hello?" he calls softly, not to wake the occupants of the rooms to the left and right.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

With a soft smile, Cain leaned forward, touching her stomach with the tips of his fingers. He was just about to kiss her again and slowly fondle her sex when the light knock came at the door. He looked up at the door with a look of annoyance then turned his eyes down toward Muffin. "Soon..." He said in a whisper and he stood, placing her cloths into her lap. He went to the door, opening it just enough for him to slip out into the hall. "Tiador, how did it go? Did you find the, um, squirrle's ear?" Cain's face was a little red, but he spoke with keen authority in his voice.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn

OOC: I swear, someone needs to put post-it notes somewhere reminding me to post!

IC: Alyn whimpered, the pain was increasing as Edwin pushed unrelentingly into her virgin sex. Maybe it was just her lack of knowledge about human anatomy, but the wizard seemed to be too large for her, she thought that surely he would tear her all the way to her ass. She ground her teeth, gritting against the pain that made her throat constrict with unshed tears. Finally she thrust her hips upwards towards his and broke her own hymen, initiating a gush of lubrication to aid her passage in accomodating the human's lusty tool.

 

[scylis]

Edwin

Edwin lay still for a moment, watching as Alyn slowly unclenched her teeth. He gently stroked her cheek, whiping away the single tear that had escaped from the corner of her eye. "I'm sorry, little one," he muttered softly, "but even in an age with magical wonders abound, there's really no easy way of doing that." It was hard to fight against his urge to thrust wildly into her, to satiate his lust, but he bit his lip, forcing himself not to. "The pain, it is going away?" She looked up at him and nodded meekly. "Please, tell me when you're ready to continue on, if you're ready to continue on. I do not wish to alienate my familiar, for such bonds are not easily, or painlessly, broken, and to maintain them against your will will prove to be neither." He gently kissed her forhead. "I'm sorry."

 

[KillerMuffin]

I was sitting on the bed, trying not to look like I'd just been rolling in it with Cain. It was a good thing there were less than few earth witches around, the psychometric emanations from his blankets were getting me worked up again. Cain stuck his head through the door, noticed I was dressed, and then let Tiador in.

Tiador narrowed his eyes at me and sniffed suspiciously. Now what was that all about?

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

Tiador backed up to let Cain into the hallway. He was being suspiciously guilty. Tiador tried to glance into the room but Cain shut the door too quickly. What was he trying to hide? Had he killed her? Is that why his face was flushed? She had struggled, he killed her. That's why there was no yelling. Hmmm.... How long until a dead body start to stink?

"Yeah, I got the leat...um... containment items, and a few other things we might need." He looked at the killer-Cain suspiciously.

When Cain checked inside the door Tiador tried to peer over Cain's head but Cain quickly allowed him in.

Tiador entered cautiously, expecting any degree of gore and carnage with Muffin bits everywhere. Instead she was sitting there looking too innocent. He had cloned her! And made the clone clean up the bits! Tiador regarded the Miffin-simulacrum with equal suspicion.

He sniffed, trying to smell the corpse. Though not the coppery smell of blood and death, Tiador noticed a smell different from the one before. This was musty and dank. It tickled a memory that he couldn't quite place. He set about trying to recall it as he forced himself to non-chalantly enter the room. He couldn't tip off the psychotic Cain that Tiador figured out his devious scheme.
He looked from one to the other. "So do we know where the imp is yet or have you two been.... busy with other things?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Trying to banish the redness from his cheeks through force of will, Cain fixed Tiador with a sharp glare. Had the boy just sniffed? He could smell the lingering scent of Muffin's and his love making! Cain only hoped that Tiador would let it drop and not make anything of it... "The imp is in the tower... With the new dean... They are... Carnally occupied..." Cain said flatly as he continued to work on his blush. The moment he looked at Muffin his efforts fell flat.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn was surprised by the kindness that the wizard was exhibiting, his touch, his caresses, his soft words. She pulled on his shoulders, pulling him to her chest as she nuzzled her face in his neck and started to rock her hips, becoming used to the feeling, wondering how much she had ripped. She smiled into Edwin's neck as she heard his groan as she initiated the thrusting, urging him with the heels of her feet on his ass, her thighs squeezing his hips. She waited for the full force of his lust to take over, eager to match it.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Cain was blushing and stammering, Tiador was glaring at the both of us, well, Cain more than me. He'd figured it out! I turned beet red and tried to melt into the wall behind me.

"Ah... the thing is ah... busy now." I couldn't bring myself to look directly at Tiador and instead stared beseechingly at Cain, though I had no real idea what I wanted him to do other than make it all go away. "What are we going to do now?" I managed to ask.

The psychometric resonations of two bodies writhing sinuously on the blankets wrapped around me. I flushed, pulled at the front of my shirt, and tried to swallow a moan. Maybe they would think I was coughing.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"Now we go to the tower... Thats all we can do... If we intend to send the imp back to her realm..." Cain said as he collected his spell book, brushing past Tiador as he did so.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

The fake Muffin seemed to be looking to her creator for guidance. So she wasn't fully programmed. She'd be more dangerous; she'd try to protect Cain. He had to incapacitate her somehow.

Tiador was trying to figure out what to do when Cain gave him the answer.

"Yes, we must get to the imp." Tiador said reaching into his bag.

"We can restrain her with this." He pulled out the enchanted leather strap. He mentally said the command that made it bind the next new person to touch it. Since he was holding it he'd be free of it's effect.

Cain brushed by him into the room. Tiador could maybe block him if he tried to run.

Tiador approached the faux Muffin. The smell was stronger from the bed. It reminded him of the lingering scent in his parents room after they had been "rearranging furniture". That's how they explained to a young boy when they made...... Oh no..... Oh No..... Aww yuck! Cain had sex with the clone!?! He created a nubile young flesh and warm blood thing with his magic and used it for carnal pleasures. That was sick. That was wrong. That was..... Why didn't I think of that? No. It was bad.
That was why she mewed so lustily.
That was why she pulled at the foreign clothes and her luscious body that was only used to nakedness.

With revulsion he threw the leather restraints toward the Muffin thing. They lashed around her wrists and sought out the bed posts, crawling like willful snakes.

"Okay, Cain." He stood toe to toe with the dark haired killer who was stunned with surprise.

"I'm not helping you get that imp until you tell me what you did to Muffin, really?" Tiador hoped there was a way to save the real Muffin.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I was too stunned to do anything for a few moments. One instant I was sitting up and the next I was tied to the bed. I howled for about three seconds, but the leather binds that Tiador had tossed onto me wrapped around my mouth and shut me up. I howled anyway, my eyes bulging and the shrieks muffled. I kicked and squirmed, but couldn't get free.

Had Tiador totally lost his mind? I held still and glared at the two of them, suddenly highly pissed off. This was ridiculous.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Turning about to see Muffin bound to the bed made to rush to her resque only to have Tiador step in his way. Cain locked eyes with him. "What madness is this?!" Cain growled. "Have you lost your mind?!" Muffin's shocked cries made Cain's heart ache. "By the gods above, I love her!" The thought crept into his mind out of the blue. "What?! What did I do to Muffin?" Flashes of the pleasure they had shared fluttered behind his eyes and he felt himself turn red again. "Thats... Thats frankly none of your buissness Tiador! Now let her free! You fool!" Cain raised a hand as though he were to smack Tiador across the face.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador's glass house shattered

"Love her? A clo..." Wait. The pieces slowly arranged
themselves. If this is Muffin then, Cain and Muffin had.... oh no.... Oh No..... "Oh no.".... "Wait, I said that last one out loud."... "I'm still talking aren't I?" ... "Dangit!" Tiador scrambled to turn his voice off. His face turned bright red. The freckles almost pale.

"So, you and Muffin.... umm..... yeah. I thought you had done something to her, I mean, well, you did but.... it wasn't something untoward.... well, I guess I don't know for sure....but.... never mind." Cain seemed more confused than angry now at Tiador's ramblings.

A small cry from the bound Muffin drew both their attentions.

"Oh yeah. Re'Dlite ." Tiador commanded. The leather restraints slackened and released Muffin. "I'm really sorry. I thought.... well.... bad things." Tiador looked sheepishly to the floor.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I leaped up from the bed and stomped over to the two of them. "That wasn't very nice!" I bellowed.

He started to stammer something, and I started to bellow more, but Cain clamped his hand over my mouth again and hissed, "Don't wake everyone up!"

I subsided. "Where did you get those leather thingys, Mother would adore a set." I thought about that for a moment, considering what sexual havoc Mother would undoubtedly wreak with such a thing, "Ah, nevermind, Mother and those leather things would be a dangerous combination."

Tiador opened his mouth to reply when, lightning fast, something occurred to me. I rounded on Cain, "you love me?!?!" I jumped out of his way before he could stick his hand over my mouth. What a dirty rotten trick to play! "You can't!!!"

I whirled and ran for the door.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Staring almost dumbfounded as Muffin ran for the door, something within Cain stired. The sight of her slender, feminine form incited him to give chase. He had pinned her against the closed door of his room and turned her to face him before his sences returned to him. "You can't go just yet Muffin, we need you to help us deal with the imp and the Dean..." He said, trying to sound stern in this, but ruined it when he found himself running his fingers through her hair as he held her against the oak door. Something was seriously amiss. He was not the sort to, at a whim, run his fingers through anyones hair but his own. What was happening to him, he wondered to himself as he fought the urge to kiss Muffin right then and there. "I am going to let go of you now... Do not run... Please."

 

[KillerMuffin]

I slapped at my eyes while he backed slowly away. Damned dirt. Always getting in my eyes. I glared at him mutinously, then flicked my eyes at Tiador for a moment, then back to Cain, daring them to say anything. Valiantly, I tried to suck my bottom lip back in.

Cain opened his mouth. Whatever it was, I didn't want to hear it. He was going to hurt me and I wasn't going to let him. I pointed at him self-importantly, pictured a toad, and pronounced the words of the simple transformation spell with assertive self-confidence. It started snowing.

Tiador had the gall to look disgusted.

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

OOC:
Great thread, I'm hooked.
Would anyone mind if I entered another non-human character?