The Mistakes Of Misfits

    We waited for hours. Underground it was a lot harder to tell time but I assumed night would fall soon. I tried to get Otah to tell me what the hell was so important to Varrin that he had to leave. Otah simply told me it ‘wasn’t his secret to tell.’ I hated having to wait for anyone, for the revolution, for Varrin, for any of this. 

      I had decided there was nothing I could do about it at the moment and resided myself in playing cards with my other three companions. Eventually the doors burst open and one smug mage walked through the entrance. He wore a large item wrapped in cloth but I barely cared as I dropped my cards and stormed over to him. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I asked him. His face didn't change in the slightest as he looked up at me. If anything he seemed to be even more smug now that I spoke. My blood boiled with anger. “What was so important that you…” 

      Before I could finish Varrin swung the wrapped item off of his back and placed it in my hands. “I had to right a wrong.” He remarked. He looked down at the object in my hands, waiting expectantly for me to remove the cloth. So I did. I opened the thick matirial to find a beautifully tempered greatsword. It looked like some kind of onyx or obsidian made up the jet black blade. I let out a gasp as I felt the hide that made up the hilt of the blade. The material felt strange, like nothing I had wielded before. 

       Varrin stepped closer to me. “Hide of a thrask for the hilt, and Obsidian from the abyss to forge the blade.” I looked up the weapon. There's no fucking way. 

    “Varrin…” I muttered. I couldn't form any proper words as I saw the glowing runes engraved into the blade. He learned the fucking runes! That's why he spent those nights with Otah… for me. Varrin took a step forward. I only now saw the grime and ash that covered his skin from whatever blacksmith he had visited.

        He reached out and put his hand on top of the first rune. He cleared his throat and started to recite the ceremonial speech. “For a true dedication to her goddess.” He said. There on the blade, the first rune read Atika. Varrin continued. “For a battle against a fine beast.” The second rune read hunter. 

       My breath caught. I couldn't fathom the amount of work he had to go through for this. The amount of magic he would have had to use to make this so quickly, and the gold used to keep the blacksmith quiet. Varrin moved his hand to the third marking. “For an act of bravery, saving those who were helpless.” The word Dairo was engraved in the blade. The fourth rune… the fourth one almost made me shed a tear. The rune said octo. Varrin stepped closer to the blade. His voice became softer and less ceremonial, resembling the mage I had known. “For a misfit who finally found a place with her people.” He knelt down, hands still on the blade. “I give this blade to a warrior who has learned her marks and will earn plenty more in the time to come.” 

         I took the blade from his hands and gave him a small bow as part of the ceremony. He had done every single section of the ritual. I might as well perform my one part. I stood there for a long moment admiring the blade. He learned my entire language! He learned about the ceremony! For me, just to make me a fucking blade. I locked eyes with the mage and he simply watched me expectantly. Waiting for my reaction. I swear as I stared at those dazzling blue irises my heart stopped, not fluttered… fucking stopped. 

      I sat the blade down gently on the table to my right. I didn't know how to respond. I let the image of that blade bounce around my head. My chest warmed and an overwhelming amount of emotion came flooding through me. Varrin cleared his throat nervously at my hesitation. “If… if the runes are off I can adjust. I only had four days to le-” 

     Before he could finish I rushed him, grabbing his face with both of my hands and planting him with a kiss. I didn't care about the ash and grime from the blacksmith. I didn't care about the others who might be watching. I needed to release this wave of emotion and there was only one person deserving of that. He jolted up in surprise for a moment but soon grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into his body. I felt that electric current run through us once more and I kissed him hard, like I needed his air to survive. He responded by moving his tongue, interlocking it with mine. I felt his hands grip me and nothing else mattered, just this, just us. Even through the grime I could still smell the familiar incense that drove me wild. It turned that passionate release into a hungry devouring. 

      I may have been content to put him on the table right there if not for Otah loudly clearing his throat. We stopped and pulled away our mouths but I did not let him go. I swear on Atika, those dazzling blue eyes danced when he looked at me. He let out a small sigh. “I'll go clean up, I'll meet you somewhere more private.” He gave me one more small kiss. I wanted more, I wanted him now but I released my grip on the mage. Varrin gave me one last longing look and I swear my knees almost buckled seeing the hunger in those eyes. 

     Varrin walked by the table and Kasious muttered something I couldn't quite pick out and held up his hand expectantly. Varrin laughed a bit and gave the prince the high five he so desperately wanted. I grabbed my sword and hugged it. I held it close to me as I approached my room. God I was pathetic, I was acting like a schoolgirl with flowers. I ascended the stairs and went to my room. I could talk to the others later, and I'm sure the prince would tease me profusely. Right now I was going to ride this high of emotion. 

      I didn't have much sultry clothing to wear. After a quick wash I was able to find a thin white nightgown that actually fit me. It has a large slit on my left leg that came up to my thigh. It reminded me of the revealing dresses that the human women wore at parties. It would have to do. I laid on my bed and waited for the mage to enter. 

     It took almost another twenty minutes before Varrin finally opened the door to my room. He wore a pair of leather trousers and a white tunic that hugged his chest tight, letting me see every glorious muscle. He immediately ran his hand across the door and said a few words that caused the magic in him to run across the entryway. He had told me about sound shields but the way the room stilled was amazing. He turned to me and I saw those blue irises combed over my body. Taking particularly long looks at the slit on my leg and the exposed skin above my breast. I smirked at him as he approached. “I didn't think you were gonna make it.” I mused.

     He cleared his throat and tried to regain a bit of his composure. He gave me his usual cocky grin. “Like you, I want this to be perfect.” He mapped every curve with his eyes, seemingly wanting every inch of me. 

      I slowly, teasingly raised my leg letting the slit fall farther down my thigh. It wasn't far enough to give him what he wanted. “What makes me so special?” I asked in as sultry of a voice as I could manage. It was not something I was very good at. Orcs were very transactional with our bodies. It was a simple release, this felt… different.

     Varrin placed one knee on the bed and brought my exposed leg up to his lips. “You're beautiful.” He muttered as he laid a kiss somewhere above my ankle. The kiss sent a rush of pleasure running through my body. “You're brave.” He told me as he planted another kiss right below my knee. “You're strong.” Another kiss on my thigh, this one sending a euphoric shock through my body.

      Varrin let out a cocky chuckle when he saw me shutter. I expected him to move inside my nightgown, maybe even rip it off of me, but instead he arched his body and made his way up my body to my neck, then my mouth. “You're perfect.” He muttered softly as he moved back down to my neck and devoured every inch. Perfect? How the hell could I be perfect?

       I brought my arms and ripped his shirt off of him in one clean motion. I reached for his belt and he pulled back, only a bit out of reach from my touch. He relaxed back, sitting on his heels as he looked down at me. His face was coated with a layer of worry. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked. His body was tense, just waiting for permission before continuing. 

       I almost rolled my eyes at the mage. It was sweet but I wanted him feral, uncontrollable. I sat up and grabbed the mage by his short brown hair and pulled him down close to my lips. “Absolutely.” I answered. 

      That was all the confirmation he needed. He snapped his fingers and our remaining clothes magically flew off of us and folded themselves neatly on the nightstand beside us. The magic left my body exposed and I felt the cold air nip at my skin. I looked up at him. “Show off.” I muttered. Varrin combed over my body with hungry devouring eyes very different from the mild mannered mage I had come to know. 

       He brought his naked body down over me and… my gods. I reached out and gripped the impressive length of him. He let out a soft groan as I stroked my hand up and down him. He arches a bit at my touch and I chuckled. “What's wrong Ace, can't handle it?”

      Varrin gave me a devilish smile that made my face heat. He leaned down and licked on my sensitive breast before claiming that as well with his mouth. I let out a small moan and released the length of him from my grip. He moved his hand down between my legs and ran slow teasing circles on my clit as he licked the tip of my breast. He moved those hands around again and again, knowing the exact spots that made me arch and lose control of my body. Only when the waves of pleasure rose to a point where I could no longer hold back the sounds did he  then rub that length against my wet entrance making my back arch under him. He continued licking around my nipple as she lowered his hips slightly and inserted that length into me. 

      At first he was cautious, taking his time slowly moving in and out of me, I didn't want him to be cautious. I wanted the feral beast I saw in those fiery eyes. I arched my back begging and pleading for more of him. He happily obliged my request and drove me into the bed over and over again. Gods… I could feel that release rapidly approaching as he drove into me again and again. I dug my fingers into his back, most likely drawing blood with how hard my grip was. He didn't react to the pain, just continued his glorious movements. That wave reached its peak and I screamed out his name as my body shot up. I was vertical holding onto the mage, legs wrapped around him as that release left me. I held him tight as I heard a slight chuckle out of the mage. “What's wrong… can't handle it?” I could almost feel the cockyness radiate off of him as he spoke. 

        Oh, I was not going to let him play me like this. I locked my legs around his hips and rotated, slamming the mage on his back. Varrin looked startled for a moment but when he saw me on top of him he relaxed back on the bed. He raised an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for what I did next. I slid back onto the length of him. I wanted every damn inch of the mage. I made sure to move slowly savoring every little arch the mage did as I sat. Hearing him moan was amazing. I wanted more of it. I craved it. I braced my hands on his chest as I began a steady bounce onto the strong length of him. 

         Varrin let out a loud groan underneath me and the air started to shift. The room changed, becoming dark but… warm. Lights formed around us bright and beautiful, almost resembling stars. I felt the waves of pleasure rising up my body once again as I reached out and felt the warmth of the star beside me. I should have been afraid of the magic, but it just felt right on my skin. His power wrapped around my wrists and around my torso, filling my entire body with warmth and pleasure I had never experienced. With one more bounce of my hips I felt my second climax shoot through my body.

        I let out a loud scream of pleasure and my head rocked back. My hair stayed for a moment in the starry sky above us, as if gravity didn't exist. I marveled at the beauty of the magic around me. This was glorious. I felt Varrin pull me down to him as our bodies met once more and he connected his lips with mine. He raised his hips into mine on top of him as my body hung over his. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me as close as he could possibly manage. Usually if a man grabbed me like that they would be dead in an instant. but for him, for this I would make an exception. 

       Varrin created a steady pace underneath me. We rocked together, the sweaty skin of each other's bodies rubbing against one another. I felt the warmth of the magic against my back. The feeling was ecstasy. I bent down and started to kiss on the mage’s neck, gaining a groan of approval with each tantalizing kiss I gave. I saw the mage tense under me just as I felt that third rush of pleasure explode and this time Varrin joined me. 

       I fell onto his chest in exhaustion. Our bodies were covered in sweat and sin as those stars around us started to fade. I stayed on top of him for a long while, feeling his rapid breathing match mine. My body was almost limp from exhaustion and pleasure, but the smile on my face was unable to be contained. I rolled to his side and rested my head on his muscular chest. 

      After a moment to catch my breath I looked up at him. “Does… magic usually do that? I asked. “You know the whole star thing?” I had no problem with it, if anything I loved the feeling of the magic around me. 

     Varrin ran his hand through his hair nervously. “Well… admittedly only when I lose control” he said sheepishly. 

     I smirked. “Do you always lose control during sex?” I asked playfully as I ran my hand up his chest. 

     Varrin shook his head. “No, I haven't in a while at least. I seem to lose control a lot around you.” I blushed a bit at the implication. He looked almost embarrassed by his loss of control. “I sometimes use magic on purpose but… not like that.” 

     I cocked an eyebrow. In all my time flirting with the mage I had never thought about this side of magic. “What can you do?” I asked 

        Varrin regained a bit of that cocky attitude I had grown accustomed to. “I can get very… creative.” He answered. He snapped his fingers and a second copy of the mage appeared on my other side, naked as the day was long. 

     My face went completely red at the idea. I was almost at a loss for words. “Maybe… maybe we start with a bit of magic, work our way up.” My gods I was not ready for that. Varrin chuckled as he dismissed the magical copy of himself and kissed me once more. “Perfect.” He growled. “Fucking perfect.” 

     I climbed back on top of him and started to kiss him once again. He pulled back from my kiss and spoke a few magical words. Suddenly I felt the length of him press up against me once again as if he had not finished just a moment ago. I gave the mage a vicious hungry smile. Oh, neither of us were sleeping much tonight.