Readers this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or in the hereafter is purely coincidental. I reserve the right to all content here in. That said, this story is loosely base in a D-n-d/Steampunk theme, to which I have no ownership. The story at present is skeletal and character development will progress with the story line. I will update this story as I can. Enjoy.
Claiming the Skies: Reawakening Chapter One.
Darkness... I feel nothing, no pain, not even temperature. It is as if I were no longer part of my own body. I could feel a wealth of knowledge in my head but no memories of how it got there. I should have a name but that seems to have been denied me as well.
Sigils, symbols, formulae, and mystical equations roll across the center of my mind any time I try to actively recall anything. I still myself in the hopes something would be revealed in a more meditative state. It starts with a smell of feminine arousal.
For the all that is holy, tell me I am not going to be reborn as an infant. Image after image of women cross my mind. Some even feel they have names tugging at my perception. All are sexual in context, not to mention from my point of view.
The scent became thicker. In front of me a round plane shimmered open. In the plane an image of two young naked women appeared. They were passionately kissing each other on their knees. Each with a hand nestled between the others thighs. The one to my perceptual left was sandy blond, well-toned, and tan skinned form head to toe. The one on the right had light brown hair with red undertones.
"Ses.. Are you sure we're alone?" The blond asks pulling away from the kiss allowing a better view of her friends' creamy skin and curvier frame.
"No one knows about this place. How could they?" Ses replies leaning forward to resume their make out session.
"They know us. We could be scried." The blond says reaching over the side of the bed on which they kneeled.
"I put a barrier on this room when we came in. You watched me do it. Plus, this whole ship has been magically sealed for years." Ses says beckoning to be touched once more.
"Don't stop on my account." I mumble under my breath.
Both women freeze.
"You heard me?" I ask watching them intently in the floating image.
"WHO ARE YOU?" the blond growls brandishing a curd wand as she jumps to her feet.
"I don't know, yet... Ses put up a barrier that blocks magic on a sealed vessel. If I had to venture a guess at this moment, I'm the ship." I say only half believing it myself.
"You know my name?" Say asks timidly.
"It's what the blond called you when asking if the two of you were alone. Perhaps the two of you could introduce yourselves and answer a few questions. Or just go on about your pleasures and I will keep my mouth shut." I say.
"Why would you care, if you're the ship?" The blond asks.
"Anka put that done. It may be right. I've been here many times but never put up barriers." Ses says reaching to hold Anka's arm.
"So, this is the secret place you come to hide in?" Anka asks looking into Ses's eyes, lowering the ward.
"I'm male, to answer your question. Hide? From what? How long have you been coming here, this room?" I ask trying to get some context to the other things sealed in my memory.
Both look each other over, giggle, and flop back on to the bed.
"SO, mister ship, I've been sneaking into this room for three years or so. As far as hiding... look at us. I've been lusted after ever since setting foot in the academy dorms. Kings Bay, mecca of trade, learning, and power. I am a student. Sesselic Trezilian." she says swinging her legs further apart.
"Ses..?" Aska whined.
"He's a ship, who's he going to tell?" Ses says letting her left-hand dip to her wetness, as her right snaked over Anka's thigh.
Anka gasped as Ses slid fingers between the folds of her swollen pussy, "Anka Tes Fretero, working student, kinda." She breathed.
As I was about to ask further questions, more of my surrounds began to materialize. "Pleasure to meet you both." I say as a frame forms around the window I am viewing them through.
My words go unacknowledged as their attention turns to back to each other. Hands caress flesh, lips join, and moaning issue from both of them. My surroundings manifest rapidly, in an obvious amount equal to the shared arousal of the young ladies in the window. Tantric Magic, I thought to myself.
The window went dark making the other manifestations around me more obvious. Bookshelves, panels of switches and gauges, along with a group of six windows. Two high by three wide centered on the wall opposite the round one I had seen the girls through. Before I could adjust to the new surroundings everything went black again.
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The Pel'Therous glided on the evening wind towards the Kings Bay Airship depot. Her crew set to their tasks awaiting the order to make port. The Pel'Therous hadn't been to this port in eight months and many of the crew called it home. The signal flags flew in the breeze and the captain bellowed his orders to moor in slip twelve.
"Be at the ready men. Lively with the ropes. You louts put anymore scuffs on this hull and I'll throw you over the railing." he yelled in mock anger.
Kings Bay was the mecca of trade in the central continent. It hosts the largest airship dock, three traditional seaports, and rail yards for the two largest transport companies, Ellsworth and Tremis-Grey. Schools of every magical discipline had a tower over the city skyline. Captain Phillips looked to the docks with a hollow expression. Brent Jorden stood on the empty dock briefcase in hand.
"The bloody man's always one step ahead of everyone else." Phillips grumbles half under his breath.
Once docked Phillips walked down the gangplank.
"Captain, have you gathered all the materials I requested?" Jordan asked.
"No greetings, just straight to business." Phillips growled stepping to the dock.
"Welcome back Captain, my need for answers stems from things here in the Bay shifting. The Trade Guilds have stepped up the aggressive trade and the Nobility have taken heavy losses in revenues. It's starting to effect the Magic Schools and we all know what happens when the schools flex their political influence in the city." Jordan explained falling into step with the captain.
"Trade hasn't been unusual anywhere else in the realms." Phillips commented. "Point of note, we were able to secure everything you requested. Far under budget by a wide margin."
"Good for us, but that doesn't fall into the realm of the common textiles and commodities. Wheat, rice, and corn have tripled in cost in the twenty weeks. Many of the other markets have seen ripple effects from these increases." Jordan says flatly.
Phillips steps over to the Dock Masters office. Jordan waves over the dock crew to start the unloading. The sight of two women sneaking out of the restricted gate catching his attention. Both young and wielders of some magic revealed by his Auric sight. Both obscured by magic making their identities plain to the point of almost featureless save the curvy figures and clean complexions.
"Well Jordan, you have a month to plan." says Phillips stepping to Jordan's side.
