by Eden Redd
“Once we take the potions, we have to head due east. If the potion can help us walk through walls then we should take the streets until we see a magistrate,” Sunara hefted the potion in her hand.
“Then we can duck into a building. If we get split up, then we all meet at the party. Deal?” Nia finished.
Everyone nodded their heads.
Nia unplugged and put the potion to her lips, “Now or never.”
Putting the open potions to their collective lips, they each gave one last look to each other before they began drinking it down. Trystan grimaced as it tasted vile with a touch of sweetness. He really couldn’t recommend the taste. Once the vial was half finished, everyone pulled them from their lips.
Standing around, the four mages waited as seconds ticked by. After a few moments, Aznara shot a concerned look to her sister. Nia was keeping a positive smile on her lips. Trystan felt a pit in his stomach grow. He wondered if she properly tested the potion to see if it would work. If the potions were a dud, it looked like a sad walk back to the dorms.
Trystan was about to say something when he watched as Sunara faded from view. Aznara smiled evilly as she too faded from view. Trystan looked down to see his own hands and arms visibly melt into nothingness. The fire mage let out a small giggle as she was the last to fade from view.
“It looks like we are ready,” Trystan said and noticed his voice came out louder and deeper.
“Why do we sound like ghosts?” Aznara said in the same loud deep voice.
“It’s a side effect of the phantasm potion. The potions will not hide sound so we can’t really talk until we get there. Is everyone ready?”
The group nodded their invisible heads.
“Are we ready?” Nia asked again.
“Yes,” Everyone said in unison.
Trystan grinned as he started to walk. His entire body felt light and fluid. Taking quicker steps, the mage marveled on how fast he had become. Barely running, it looked like he was sprinting. The muffled sounds of boots and feet on the grass around him told him that the others were also running. A fence loomed into view and Trystan knew this was the perfect chance to see if he would pass through it. Picking up the pace, the mage surged forward at the spiky iron fence. At the last second, the mage closed his eyes and braced himself in case he hit solid metal. There was a gentle pushing against his body. A second later, the mage opened his eyes to see he was passed the fence and in the street.
Still running, the mage wanted to shout in triumph but kept himself in check. There was no need to give their position yet. There were still many city blocks before they reached the party.
An evening mist shrouded the cobbled Stukarr streets. It was ankle deep and the mage stopped running when he saw that his legs were causing the mist to break up. Behind him, the sounds of footsteps stopped.
“Someone will be able to see us disturbing the mist,” Trystan said in a low whisper.
“This is not a natural mist. I think magistrates are feeding mana into it,” A gloomy voice said. It sounded like Sunara.
A dark figure turned the corner. Trystan spotted him. The black coat parted mist as the figure moved down the street slowly, head moving as if looking for something. The mage looked down at the mist and could see three pairs of holes. Silently reaching out, he took hold of whatever he could grab. One hand touched an arm; another hand grabbed something soft and firm.
“That’s my boob,” whispered Aznara.
The dark figure turned in the direction of the succubus’s voice. Trystan had no time to explain as the figure stepped closer and closer to them. The mage made his arms as wide as possible and pushed. The three girls struggled to stand as Trystan pushed everyone to a nearby building. Four bodies passed through brick and mortar into a closed shop.
“We can’t travel on the streets if the magistrates are using a mist to detect curfew breakers,” Trystan said.
“Anyone have any ideas?” Aznara said in an almost pouty tone.
The room was quiet. The four invisible mages mulled over thoughts as they tried to figure out what to do next. Trystan looked around as if something would pop out and answer his question. When his eyes wandered upwards to the ceiling, he had a great idea.
“Let’s try the rooftops?” Nia said in a ghostly voice.
“That was my idea,” Trystan said with a haunting laugh.
“Next time, say it faster,” Nia laughed.
There was some shuffling on the tiled floor, “Since we move faster, can we jump higher?” said Aznara.
“We should be able to. Let’s do it on three,” Nia said as she crotched down.
Invisible bodies knelt down and Trystan readied for the count.
“Three!” Nia said and pushed up.
The blue mage cursed himself for falling for it. After a quick hesitation, the mage leaped into the air. Gravity had a light hold on him as he propelled up through the ceiling onto another floor and then through another ceiling. On the second floor he gently floated to the floor and made another jump. Ceilings and floors pushed gently as he phased through them. Passing through another ceiling, the mage was greeted by a starry sky.
“Is everyone up here?” Trystan asked the empty rooftop.
“Yes.”
“Yep.”
“A huh.”
“Let’s go!” Trystan said in a ghostly cheer.
The mage jumped and bounced from rooftop to rooftop. It was exhilarating to feel so free. The mages continued on their journey, jumping from one roof to the next. The night air tasted even better high in the sky. After ten minutes of leaping and flying, the four mages stopped at a rooftop overlooking a street below.
The street below carried dark figures as they moved. There was no mist in the streets. Trystan wondered if because this section of the city was so barren that the magistrates didn’t want to waste their time patrolling it. A couple of dark figures, which looked like students he recognized on campus, opened a door to a rather dilapidated building. Light and music spilled out until the door closed again, bringing silence to the streets.
Trystan let his hand sink into a nearby roof edge and jumped. Booted feet slid against the brick wall while his hand anchored himself to it. The sensations were lighting up the nerves in his hand as he slowly slid down. When he reached the street, he jumped off the wall and landed on his feet. Behind the mage were a few more thuds.
“How long will we remain like this?” Trystan asked.
“You can will it to stop but you won’t be able to bring it back up,” Nia chimed in.
The mage willed the effects of the potion to halt. In the middle of the street the mage was visible once again. Nia, Aznara and Sunara also came into view.
“Well ladies, shall we enter,” Trystan said as he put his arm out.
Nia gave a shy smile and took Trystan’s arm. Sunara stepped forward and took his other arm. The mage looked to Sunara and she eyed him with a hint of a smile.
“Better to walk in with a woman on each arm. It will give the party something to talk about,” Sunara winked.
Trystan smiled back as the three of them walked to the front door. Aznara frowned as she followed behind. The succubus contemplated kicking her sister in her round ass.
Ten
Trystan could hardly believe his eyes as he walked in and hung up his robe. A storm of lights and sounds assaulted his senses. Colors jumped out and flashed as the circus of people danced and swayed to the deep rhythm vibrating through their bodies. The crowd was enthralled and it showed as they moved to the beat. The mage was awe struck on the size of the place. The building was hollowed out with open windows to the outside world. The mage guessed they put some silence spells in effect so anyone outside would not hear a thing.
Nia pulled at Trystan as they swept in. Sunara held on for a moment, long enough to get some smiles and head nods before breaking away. Aznara took her chance by pulling on her rookery sister’s arm, drawing her in close. The two succubi kissed each other deeply, hands r
unning over each other’s body. Those close by watched with lustful eyes as two demons made out. Kiss broken, the two succubi sauntered in, ready to join the party.
Trystan smiled like a fool as Nia dragged him to the main dance floor, above them hung cages with various people and creatures dancing in skimpy outfits. Trystan had never seen a party like this before. He knew that Stukarr had a party scene but he never witnessed something of this scale. He watched with wide eyes and took in the sights. Heat from moving bodies poured over him and Nia. The fire mage seemed to find her groove as she began to dance in front of the blue mage.
Trystan’s eyes lowered to meet Nia’s. The mage gazed as Nia moved like a wild animal. Movements and twists showed a seductive side and half-closed eyes peered at the blue mage like he was prey. Trystan began to move to the beat but awkwardness started to show. He was never much of a dancer but the crowd’s energy was infectious. The air was thick with a smoldering heat and Trystan felt himself loosen to the heat.
Nia put her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his. The mage saw that she was helping and guiding his movements. The couple became fluid and the blue mage understood. Taking her queues, the mage let his body melt and join with his partner’s. Electricity flowed between them as they closed out the rest of the world and swayed to their own rhythm.
Trystan could feel his heart speed up. He couldn’t believe he was here, now, dancing with his best friend. Watching Nia, it was almost like another person was rising to the surface. The red head took charge, hands running down the mage’s body. The mood was hot and glowing. Trystan could barely stand it to watch her. It went on and on, teasing and physically flirting until the music shifted.
“Let’s get a drink,” Nia said nearly breathless.
Trystan nodded and the two swam through the crowd. Makeshift bars were set up along the brick walls. Men, women and a few monsters were dressed in tuxedos serving drinks. The mage cursed himself for not bringing more coin. When they stepped to the bar, drinks were automatically handed over. Trystan dug in his pockets to pull out some coin when the troll bartender shook his head. The mage smiled and took his drink in hand.
“Wow! This is a nice set up,” Trystan said and took a sip.
“Yea, Reeko said he wanted it to be a night to remember for everyone.”
Trystan waited until the troll bartender stepped away to assist another patron, “You think he is a familiar or an actual troll?”
“Reeko told me his family has a lot of influence. It’s possible he is an actual troll,” Nia said loudly over the thumping music.
The mage looked to his drink and pondered. Growing up, he was told again and again how monsters cannot be trusted. Seeing a troll serving drinks made him question everything he was brought up to believe. He mulled over the thought and wondered what else was he told that wasn’t completely true.
“You ready for round two on the dance floor?” Nia eyed the mage.
“I’m going to ask you the same question when we reach round ten,” Trystan smirked.
“Mmmmmmm, I love when you get that look in your eyes,” Nia said and finished her drink in a few gulps.
Nia grabbed Trystan’s hand and they darted for the dance floor. A short, pointy eared goblin emerged from the wall of people. Reeko looked up to Nia and gave a cheerful wide grin.
“Nia, you made it!” the goblin shouted above the music while taking her hand and kissing it.
“Reeko! Great party,” Nia grinned.
Trystan stood by them. Clearly the goblin didn’t engage him and only had eyes for Nia. A small flame burned and Trystan stuck out a hand.
“This is a really great party. We are happy to be here,” Trystan shouted, putting the emphasis in ‘we’.
Reeko turned to Trystan and took his hand. Eyes connecting, the two mages stared for a long breath before the goblin shook and let his hand drop to his side.
“Always a pleasure Trystan Song,” Reeko smiled.
“Just Trystan,” The mage smiled back.
“Well enjoy yourselves. My party is your party. Nia please save a dance for me before the night is over.”
Nia nodded. The goblin bowed and walked back into the wall of bodies. The fire mage looked to Trystan as he stared with slightly pointed eyebrows.
“I’ve never seen you jealous before.”
Trystan looked to Nia and let out a small sigh, “I’m not. At least I don’t think I am. I feel like I need to defend you from other people’s advances. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Nia nodded and pressed her palm to his cheek, “I know you’re protective but it’s okay to let your hair down. Reeko has been nothing but a gentleman with me.”
Trystan placed his palm over her hand, “I know. This whole dating thing has me second guessing everything.”
Nia let her hand fall to Trystan’s shirt and pulled him away from the dance floor. The two mages walked further back into the place. Seeing an area with comfy couches, they made a beeline for them.
Nia guided Trystan to sit down. The fire mage sat down next to him and draped her body onto his. Soft, understanding eyes gazed into each other’s spirit for a breath.
“I have something to tell you,” Trystan said, fingers curling into tight fists.
“You know you can tell me anything,” concern bleeding into Nia’s expression.
“Since that day we talked about dating, Sylk and Bella demanded for dates as well.”
Nia was motionless as Trystan continued.
“Bella and I had sort of a date before the undead attack and we talked about a lot of things. Sylk and I had a date yesterday. I knew I had to say something to you sooner or later but…..”
Nia’s face was expressionless, “You can tell me.”
Trystan’s palms grew sweaty and he looked to Nia as if he just committed a crime, “Sylk told me she loved me. I told her I love her too.”
Nia remained still, “And then?”
“And then? That’s it,” Trystan readied himself for whatever may come next.
The corners of Nia’s mouth curved upward and let out a hysterical laugh. Trystan watched as Nia pulled away, laughing and smacking his shoulder with her open hand. The mage was stunned because this was not at all what he thought would happen.
“You had me going! I thought maybe something else had happened like another undead attack or something serious.”
“It’s serious. Love is powerful and it does things to people and I…..”
“Trystan, you know Red Fang took my virginity. I tell him I love him all the time because I do. He is special to me just like you are.”
“Yes, but I’m not sure what dating means. It feels like I should be doing my best to impress you and win your affections. The whole idea confuses me.”
Nia pressed her body to Trystan’s, “You already won my affections a long time ago. You are very important to me. I know Freya messed with your heart and I don’t want to do the same to you. We love each other but that doesn’t mean we are chained to each other. You’re not a possession. You’re my best friend.”
Trystan looked down, “I just never want to say I love you and feel like it has lost some of its meaning.”
“Do you love me?” Nia asked in a low sultry voice.
“Yes.”
“Do you love Sylk?” Nia whispered into Trystan’s ear.
“Yes,” Trystan could feel nervous energy running rampant.
“Why can’t you love us both? Why can’t you love as many people as you want?” Nia said in a very low whisper and licked Trystan’s ear.
Trystan turned to Nia with questioning eyes. The red head ran a finger along his neck line.
“Do you know why I love you?”
“I do but I…..” Trystan couldn’t turn away and instead looked to Nia’s moist lips.
“Say it to me.”
Nervous energy bled away. A bottled heat began to rise. The mage touched the curve between Nia’s back and hip. Pressing her close, Trystan press
ed his cheek to hers. Trystan could feel their spirit blending together as understanding covered them in a gentle fog.
Trystan spoke from his heart, “You love me because we share the same soul.”
“I have known it since we were little kids. I know you knew it as well. Growing up, we have always been there for each other. I know you have a hunger inside you and it is the same as mine. I know I look innocent…….”
“But you’re not innocent,” Trystan kissed the smooth skin on her neck.
The mage lingered, lips pressed and his tongue slipped out. Heat rushed to Nia’s cheeks as her hips moved against the mage’s body. Red dress riding up, Nia could feel the growing pit of wanting in her soul, a need that can only be sated with their bodies. Trystan slid his hand down and cupped her round bottom, urging her to press against him.
A couple on another couch across from them watched as Nia moved like a serpent on Trystan. They continued their kissing and rubbing as they watched. Trystan blocked out the whole world as he took hold of Nia. Between his legs, his manhood grew with each hot gasp from Nia’s lips.
“Maybe we should leave?” Trystan said in a low voice.
“Maybe we should stay and give everyone a show,” Nia said in a hot whisper.
A shadow loomed over the couple. A pointed finger tapped Trystan on the shoulder. Looking up, the mage could see the lust filled eyes of a red headed succubus. Aznara knelt down, pressing her breasts against Trystan’s exposed shoulder.
“I hate to interrupt but I want a turn with Trystan,” Aznara eyed them for a long second, “Or I could join you?”
Trystan put his head back and let out a long breath, “Aznara, couldn’t it wait.”
The succubus smiled, “No. My sister ran off with some other mage. I want to dance and I choose you,” Aznara turned to Nia, “If you don’t mind?”
Nia laughed, “How about all three of us go dance.”
Aznara’s eyes looked off to the side for a second before centering on Nia’s, “I’m okay with that, for now.”
The succubus took Trystan’s hand and pulled. The mage was on his feet and moving. The mage looked back to Nia and she gave him a playful wink. The crowd surged and pulsed to the beat. Aznara let go and put her hands up, her hips swaying from side to side as she entered the dance floor.
