~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~
Loki's on a mission - find the bad guys and make sure they never bug the orphans again. All chapters in this tale are complete and have been submitted. Hopefully, the kind, gracious, smartly-attired, and gorgeous admins will release a new episode every day or so.
~~~ Dora's Orphanage ~~~
I traveled back towards the main thoroughfare again - leaving the neighborhood where I'd spent the last day or so quickly behind.
I'd barely gone more than a couple blocks before I felt my voyeuristic visitor's attention settle on me. As I walked, I studied the tendrils of magic with my mind and my own magic - trying to figure out what she was doing.
I got the impression that she was using some kind of skill that caused people's eyes to skip over her and - if they did see her - to quickly forget what she looked like and that they had spotted her. I also felt some sort of tracking skill. This thing felt like some sort of tracer that she had placed on me. She had marked me as her target and - even if I suddenly disappeared - she would be able to figure out where I'd gone. Eerily enough, it seemed like that - even if I took flight - I would leave behind some kind of trail that she could follow.
I hadn't seen much of her - especially since she'd been dressed in a tight-fitting bodysuit. I knew she was extremely fit. Her eyes had sparkled as I had eaten Dora out. Those things were enough to make me want to fuck her. The All-Father must have done a hell of a job on my libido. I could climax multiple times with only a quick break between - and I always seemed to be horny. Old women tried to swat my ass and women my age blushed when I winked at them. Even little Alia had smarted off to me when I had teased her - telling me that she wasn't old enough to marry. The god had suggested that I'd be something of a babe-magnet but I really hadn't expected this. I wasn't complaining though. Nella had been amazing and Dora was... magical.
I suddenly thought that I should have gone back up on the roof to see what that giant green pulse had done to the garden. The ninja girl had left until that happened and then she came back to see what was going on. Something unusual had definitely occurred.
I arrived back at the main road. The stealthy woman was still tracking me. I headed south again and made it several more blocks before I saw one of the fire mages working to burn off the waste in the walled cistern. I wondered if I could watch his magic and learn anything from it.
I eased over beside him, trying not to bother him. As the smoke trailed off of the burning waste, he turned to look at me.
"Mind if I watch?" I asked. "I thought maybe I could get a job doing this if I have the knack."
"Suit yourself," he said, laughing softly. "The pay's... well... shit."
He laughed at his own joke. I joined him.
"You wouldn't have a biscuit or something?" he asked me. "I didn't get any breakfast and I'm a little nauseous."
I dug around in my pack, keeping an eye out to make sure he wasn't just distracting me so that he could rob me. I found a biscuit in a linen cloth that - if I remembered right - had come from the alley murderer.
"Not sure how good it is...," I said, offering it to him.
"Better than nothing...," he replied. "Thanks."
I dug out my waterskin and held it up as well.
"It... uh... IS a little dry," he said, smiling.
He took the skin and waterfalled some of the liquid into his mouth. I wondered if they knew about germs here. I appreciated him not putting his mouth on the thing. I laughed as it suddenly occurred to me that this thing hadn't even been mine a few days ago. I was basically kissing a dead man every time I took a drink from it.
Despite not knowing why I had laughed, the fire mage grinned back and returned the skin. He quickly finished the rest of the dried biscuit.
"Thanks," he said. "That helped a lot. Watch with your head and your magic..."
I nodded.
I could sense little at first. I had just started to get a notion of what was happening when the waste in the cistern flared into flames. We both stepped back. He glanced at me - giving me a questioning look. I shook my head.
"This'll die down and I'll start again," he said. "I'll warn you now that - if you take this up - it's pure hell for the first month or so. After that, the magic starts coming easier and it's not so bad. Obviously, it still tires you out - especially if you haven't eaten recently. You'll want a washtub outside of your house. As soon as you get home, throw your clothes in the tub and scrub the shit out of them."
He grinned at me - waiting to see if I got his joke. I smiled and nodded.
"Scrub the shit out of them - got it," I replied.
He cuffed me on the shoulder and laughed.
"I actually have two sets of work clothes," he offered. "I leave them to soak for a while. The shit comes out easier that way."
He grinned again and I grinned back.
"A little citrus juice in the wash-water seems to help kill the lingering smell," he added.
"Good advice, thanks," I replied.
"The pay sucks but the work never lessens - the money isn't much but it's constant."
I nodded again.
"Here we go...," he said, moving towards the cistern once more and raising his hands to point at it. "You don't have to use your hands but it helps me focus on where I want the heat to grow and grow until it explodes into flame."
I watched as he poured his magic into the pool of shit and urine. I somehow saw the heat - even as I felt waves of it billowing off of the nasty mixture... Just as I felt it begin to combust, I stepped back - a split-second before he did.
"You caught that... That's good," he said. "Wanna try?"
"Alongside you?" I asked.
"Never thought to try it like that," he replied. "Might make more sense than how I learned. Just match your flows to mine."
We stood and watched the flames get lower and lower until the offal was simply smoking again.
"Ready?"
"We'll see...," I said.
He grinned and stepped forward.
I raised my hands like he did. As the magic flowed, I tried to match it. It had a different color to it than my healing - or Dora's plant magic - I tried to match the color of it - and push it towards the stinky...
I leapt back a half-second behind him - barely saving my eyebrows.
He laughed.
"I think you were starting to get there at the end," he said, still laughing.
"Pretty sure my clothes smell like smoke and shit," I said, laughing as well.
"More shit than smoke...," he replied, grinning.
It took me two more tries before I felt like I was doing more than just raising the temperature of the pool of piss and poo.
I shook the fire mage's hand and told him that I was heading off to burn my clothes. He laughed and waved as I left.
I headed back down the main thoroughfare once more. A half-block later, I sensed my tracker again. I hadn't felt her while I'd been trying to learn how to set shit on fire and I thought maybe she had finally left.
As I walked, I wondered if I could trick my healing magic into believing that the smoke and feces spores on my clothes were some kind of infection. If I could, I might be able to create a pustule - a shit pustule - that I could use on some poor bad guy.
I laughed at the thought of giving some schmuck an injury and then infecting it with feces spores.
I tried multiple times but couldn't make it work. The smell didn't seem as bad though. Either my nose was getting used to the odor or the magic had done something to the spores.
I wondered if I could burn the microorganisms up. I tried to mimic the tracker's magic to locate a shit spore. When I thought I had found one, I pushed heat into it. I focused on not heating anything except the spore itself. The last thing I wanted to do was to set my clothing on fire while I was walking down the road.
I swore I heard something like popcorn popping in the microwave. I immediately lost track of the shit spore. I wondered if I'd actually gotten it to work. I located another spore and started lighting it up. Soon it popped as well.
I stepped out of the main path and started methodically searching out each spore and nuking them - one by one. It took several minutes but I was getting pretty fast at it by the time I decided that I'd gotten them all.
My watcher was still tracking me. At the next side-street, I took a left and followed it until I came to a narrow alley. I sent my new tracking-magic down the alley to see if I could tell if anybody was there. I didn't sense anyone.
I walked down the alley until I reached the end. I turned back the way I had just come and then began taking off my clothes.
When I was completely naked, I waited a moment. The watcher was still there.
"You wanna fuck or what?" I called out to my invisible follower.
Though I couldn't see her, I "watched" her climb down the wall like a spider. I decided that I needed to learn that bit of magic. I kept my eyes on where she was as she got closer and closer.
"How are you doing that?" she asked, fading into existence a few steps away.
"I sensed your magic and just studied it until I started figuring it out," I told her. "Can you teach me how to climb walls?"
She looked me up and down. The only part of her body that I could see was her eyes, her hands, and her feet. Apparently, she had to be able to touch the surfaces in order to stick to them.
"Can you use your mouth on my pussy and make me scream like you did the orphanage woman?" she asked me.
"I can definitely give it a try," I replied.
She looked around - studying the walls as if she could see through them. Given what I'd already learned about sensing people, she might very well have been.
"I guess this works," she said.
I laid my cloak on the ground and then spread my clothes out on top of it. She nodded.
She looked hard into my eyes for a moment and then sighed.
She began to remove her bodysuit. She had dark hair - so black that it almost looked blue. It was cut in a crew cut. The cut of her hair caused my eyes to focus on her narrow, cute, slightly-pointed nose, her thin eyebrows, her stormy-grey eyes, and her perfect, kissable lips. Her smile was slightly wider than her lips - which made her mouth seem smaller until it opened. When she opened her mouth, I couldn't help but imagine that it would easily accept my fully-engorged cock.
As she undressed, I discovered that she was naked underneath the bodysuit. Her tits were firm B-cups with tiny nipples that stood out in the cool morning air. She had shaved her vulva. By the time she got the outfit all of the way off, my cock was stiff and ready for a taste of her.
She giggled nervously.
She walked over, picked up my pack and set it on the hood of my cloak. She lay down, resting her head on the pack. Either she wanted to watch me work - or she wanted to be able to keep an eye on the alley while I ate her out - maybe both.
