Chapter 4: Port Lexin
The ship docked just before noon- about an hour after Allyah and I finished our sexy shenanigans. I spent most of that time up on the deck with the other passengers. Seeing the city of Port Lexin draw closer incentivised me to come up with a plan.
Step one was to find the Magister guild hall in the city and sign up to become a Magister. They were the military force that operated throughout the world and acted independently of the normal governments. Not every Magister was a Blessed- someone with a class- but a good portion of them were.
Step two was to find a handful of Magisters that were hot, sexually available and willing to form a party with me.
Step three... well, I didn't have a third step yet. I figured I could figure it out along the way.
The very first person I asked about the guild hall seemed all too eager in their reply.
"Oh! It's right in the middle of the city. Just follow the main road down and take a left when you reach the library. I can walk you there, if you want."
Whether he was offering because of
Seductive
or because he was being genuinely nice, I had no way of knowing. Still, the eighty-or-something-year-old man looked so sweet with his proposition. Samirah would have probably declined, thanked him for the offer and went on her way. But I was still Hannah. Seeing people happy was my kryptonite, especially if they were old. Something about the way an elderly person's face lights up with a smile made them look twenty years younger. Plus, it wasn't like letting him walk with me was an inconvenience.
"You know what? I would appreciate that very much. Thank you, Mr..."
"Marrel, but please, call me Tim."
Walking with Tim was a very pleasant experience. Definitely a different change of pace than my overtly sexual morning, but lovely in a different way. It didn't matter that I had to walk a little bit slower to let him keep up with his hobbling. Hearing him talk about his kids, his grandkids and his great-grandkids made warmth pump through my heart- even if Tim had a case of 'yaps-a-lot'.
Just walking through the city and seeing the people was an experience. Gone were t-shirts, jeans, Gucci jackets and smartphones- replaced by work button-up work shirts, blouses and slacks. Gone were the cars and the streetlights and skyscraper office buildings. The only thing walking the cobblestone streets were a few horses and people.
And oh, people they were.
Samirah was used to it, having lived in this world for eighteen years. This was my first day. Most of the people on the boat were humans with a small smattering of elves. In the streets? It was like the strangest and best circus I'd ever seen. Although seventy-ish percent of the world population was human, that still left thirty percent as individuals that seemed to leap straight from a fantasy novel. Elves of varying ancestries; wood elves- tall and toned like Allyah, moon elves all willowy and graceful, high elves petite and shapely like me, and more beyond that. Mountain dwarves with skin that seemed to flake with shards of granite and sea dwarves with gills that sprouted from their necks and long, flat tails. A handful of centaurs. Satyrs. If Dungeons and Dragons was anything to go by, the red-skinned beings with horns and spaded tails were tieflings, but Samirah knew them as the Arcus. Gargoyle-like people known as the Navon-golm had bodies seemingly made entirely from granite and clunked down the cobblestones with each step.
The most interesting part? Everyone was hot.
Aurora was definitely being blunt about making my afterlife filled with the opportunity for 'sexual promiscuity'. Every single person walking the streets was objectively attractive. The sea dwarves, despite having ancestry emerging from the ocean depths, still had thick, full hair and bulky but well-defined bodies. The centaurs, both male and female, all looked like olympic athletes and supermodels riding horses. The Navon-golm looked like sculptures carved by Michaelangelo himself, with flawless skin and gorgeous features that appeared soft as silk despite their rocky texture.
Even Tim had a rugged handsomeness that was almost unnatural for an elderly man, though he was still far too old for my taste. Which sounded weird, since Allyah may very well have been twice his age and her cum was still leaking into my panties. At least she didn't
look
old. Regardless, Tim was good-looking for a great-grandfather. If he had been in Grandma's retirement home back in Toronto, all the ladies would have been drooling through their dentures to get a piece of him.
That also gave rise to another discovery. Whoever I was now, I wasn't entirely 'Hannah'. Hannah probably wouldn't have noticed how attractive everyone was. If she had, she wouldn't have made a point of it. She also wouldn't have gotten fixated on the thought.
Now, it was very difficult to ignore. Part of it was probably the knowledge that this entire world was designed to be my sex fantasy. The rest of it? That was something instinctual. There was a feeling, a longing inside that was almost visceral. Every time my eyes passed over another pretty woman or handsome man, my chest seemed to pulse.
I get that part of it was the natural process of making an afterlife- if people behaved exactly the same way as they did in life, then their own sense of morality would prevent them from indulging in their desires with freedom. Providing a slight nudge in the direction of depravity helped to ensure that people would actually enjoy themselves.
But holy shit, did Aurora have to make me so much of a whore?
Tim departed with a smile after we reached the guild hall. The granite building was just as impressive as it was back in Kelshiir- if not more so. After all, the Magister guild hall was the center of military and mercenary operations in the entire city and surrounding regions. Marble lions flanked either side of the entrance where large, dark-wood double doors were already open. I walked inside.
As if to argue about the regal presentation on the outside, the inside was all about efficient business. Marble floors and walls were broken up by wood panelling to create different rooms for working in. People were bustling about. Some were in casual clothing, many in the dark blue uniforms of the Magisters, and a good portion were in various forms of armour or robes- magical items obtained from the Breaches scattered throughout the world. I walked up to the receptionist- an older-yet-still-unfairly-attractive woman with dark hair that rolled down her shoulders. She smiled.
"How can I help you, Miss?"
"Uh, hi. My name is Ha- Samirah, and I was wondering if it was possible for me to become a Magister."
"Of course. We're always looking for new recruits. You wish to join the Partisan division?"
"Uhh, division?"
The receptionist gave a short chuckle. "The Magisters are separated into two divisions. The Partisans are the authoritative division that make up the bulk of our force. The Primes are the Blessed that travel into the Breaches and serve as specialist military during times of duress. We're always looking for new Partisans, so I'm very happy to see a new face."
"Actually, I want to be a Prime."
"You're a Blessed?"
I nodded. "Yeah." The woman's eyebrow raised.
"What type?"
"Mage, I guess. Sorry, I'm new to all this."
"No worries. How long have you been First Promotion for?"
"Uhh, two hours?"
Her eyes widened. "I'm going to take a guess and assume you want the beginner training program?"
I gave an anxious smile. "Please?"
I was expecting to get a business card or something that told me a date to come back for a scheduled public lesson with other new recruits. I wasn't expecting a private, one-on-one consultation with what was arguably the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. I could barely focus on the way that Bianca introduced herself as a Second Promotion Battlemage. In fact, her words drifted aimlessly through my ears. All I could focus on was the movement of her soft-looking lips that parted in time with her sentences. The smooth, flawless, pale skin speckled with freckles almost as orange as the fiery hair that fell down her back in an efficient ponytail. Her bright, powerful green eyes glaring at me with an annoyed expression...
Oh.
"Uhh, sorry. What were you saying?"
Bianca looked decidedly unimpressed. "I was asking if I have permission to Analyze your Awaren'o Cadell."
