Content Warning: Scenes of non-consensual sex, voyeurism.
This story is a work of fiction. The author does not condone real sexual violence of any kind. Please read at your own discretion.
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Samuel's body lay under fine linen, but his mind, his being, was elsewhere. The slight, curly blonde-haired half-elf may have begun his journey lying in his bed, holed up under all of his blankets on this summer night, but now his soul was miles away.
Thanks to Maerwyn's lessons last week in divination, he had finally gotten a knack for astral projection and had promptly begun putting it to use. Every night, once the twin moons had taken their place in the sky, Sam put aside that day's work and began his ritual. He stripped out of his daytime attire, opened the large window at the far end of his dormitory, and shook away the heat that rose to his face. A deep and powerful part of him hungered for someone to spot him there, nude and outstretched as he raised the large glass pane. The wizard shook his head; he was not going to be exploring that fantasy anytime soon.
Sam knelt in front of a cherry-wood shelf, carved into an altar to Lyndris, god of the astral realm. Lyndris? Or was it Lysander? Sam paused as he recounted the texts he had read on the planar deities. Faradin of the Fae, Wild Aza of the Witchworld, and alas Lysander of the Astral. Or was it Lyndris? A crash of some drunk below him having a sudden and unexpected encounter with a streetlight brought him out of this brief trance. The name mattered little, so long as the altar was correctly made, and this one had been carved just to specifications, by the master carpenter Lucius Fade.
Sam reached up to the altar and used a simple spell to light the altar candles. They had seen so much use in the past few days, they had now encased the shelf with pale white wax. He anointed the altarpiece with astral oil and then himself, placing two drops on his shoulders and one on his chest, allowing it to trickle down his body, accumulating between his legs.
The air filled with fumes from the candles, and it began to fill his lungs and stomach. Making a great effort to continue breathing and swallowing the hot, thick air, he began to feel an ethereal pull, the powerful oils trying to tear his soul from the flesh in which it resides. He pulled back, reining in the powerful magic, knowing better than to simply allow it to take him anywhere. He had made that mistake on the very first night and had gotten so horrendously lost it had taken him a full day to search for his body. He knew now how important it was to focus on a place to be sent, before simply wandering the plane willy-nilly.
He clung to his spirit as he stumbled towards his bed, remembering the last words of Maerwyn's lesson.
"Oh, and take it from me,"
he had said to the mass of students as they began flooding out of the lecture hall,
"you'll want to get comfortable before you start traveling, otherwise you might find your body falls into some terrible position it lacks a subconscious to rectify. So, if you don't want to spend the next couple of days de-pretzeling yourself, find a chair, or better, a bed."
The young wizard slipped into his bed near the large window, pulled the sheets up over his body, and sucked in a breath of cool night air. He closed his eyes and drew his mental energy to a spot just outside the window. He found the best place to start projecting is where you want to end up at the end, as so long as you trace your steps you can find your way back. As Sam took deeper and deeper breaths, he felt again the pull of the oils. They grew hot on his skin, burning his chest, his legs, his penis--which stiffened slightly at the stimulation--and he felt his mind uncomfortably slip away from the bed, drawn up and out the window, high above the twinkling city of Lyre.
Sam saw his building like an ant below him, as he climbed higher and higher through the night. From his vantage point here, he could survey the great city. He saw the university, with its tall cerulean towers commanding the west end. The market lay opposite it, small winding streets modestly tucked away, as if it wasn't the largest trading center this side of the rainforest. Directly to the north stood the great trees themselves, gravity-defying in their impossible height.
Sam had spent his first few journeys simply amazed by all of this, zipping around from one end of the city to the other, testing his limits, seeing just how much he could see. He found he was unable to go much further than a few miles in each direction, but every night he pushed those boundaries. He had seen all of the small towns dotting the countryside around the city, delved just past the tree line, and of course, occasionally watched some of his friends doing their nighttime activities on campus. He could see far enough to observe the vast landscape, and enough detail to breach the walls of any building not warded against divination.
Of course, using any kind of magic to observe someone in their residence was highly illegal, but not terribly difficult to do, so long as you had plenty of time. And it was this which had caught his interest of late.
Sam had recently come to the realization that in a city as big as this one, there were at any given time hundreds of people locked up in bedrooms and brothels, in some secluded nook of town, or simply out in the country under the stars, fucking the brains out of each other. Simply understanding the social nature of humanoids and their tendency for pleasure-seeking does not prepare one for the sheer amount of penetration, licking, sucking, whipping, teasing, touching and biting that occurs every minute of every hour of every day. It's a wonderland of sex and desire for someone with the ability to drift around undetected to uncover, observe, and enjoy.
It wasn't too difficult to find them, either. After only a few minutes floating around the market town, he spotted a house with all the telltale signs. Its curtains had been drawn tight, betraying only the occasional flicker of candlelight, and turnaphone music leaked out to the street accompanied by the occasional creak of a bedspring.
Despite inhabiting an ethereal body, he could still feel physical phenomena through the magical tendrils of connection with one's flesh, although is unable to feel outside sensations such as touch. Sam felt his heart begin to race and his libido catch aflame as he stared at the window.
He had to move quickly if he wanted to see something, as the best parts never lasted long, but still, he hesitated. Some part of him resisted; said that this kind of voyeurism was wrong, that he should be using this magic for the bettering of society, as he had been taught, not to seek basic excitement. His heart beat faster, and he could now feel the sound begin to drown out his thoughts. He had to see. He drifted towards the crack in the blinds.
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"Nnnnn-fuuuck" Mathilde's words were coming out like spaghetti now, as she shuddered under Matthew's touch.
In the daytime, the halfling ran a factory, giving orders with a stern pointedness that caused some to think her a few feet taller than she was. She was respected for her position and liked for how she kept work fair and civil. Workplace drama was silly and inefficient, she knew. She had always sworn against hooking up with anyone she worked with. Such things could only cause a load of problems, and in any case, there were plenty of other options in a city so large.
Now she looked up into her new foreman's piercing eyes, twin emeralds set in grey-blue Drow complexion, and heat welled between her legs, flushed her chest, and weakened her jaw, her lips parting as she drew deep breaths. This was going to be a problem. Matthew's fingers once again crept up along the inside of her thigh, and it sure seemed like a fantastic problem to have. He was teasing her, and it was working. She lifted her legs and crossed them behind him, quickly pulling herself up and trying to force his fingers into her, but again he pulled away at the last second.
"Unnnnn-noo..." Mathilde groaned, closing her eyes and grinding on his stomach as much as she could, pushing her head back as small moans escaped through her words, "please, Matthew please put them--ah--back in."
