As soon as he stood up, Jeff knew immediately that he'd had way too much to drink. He couldn't help swaying unsteadily, and when he started for the bathroom, he lurched in a decidedly ungraceful manner.
"Jeff's fucked up!" Crowed one of his cronies at the table, although they had all had more than was good for them. A group of the guys out for a night on the town almost always ended up in a race to see who would worship the porcelain god last.
Jeff ignored the comment and the raucous laughter that followed it, focusing on his destination, which as near as he could remember was at the end of the long hall going past the back bar. The music from the band was loud enough to drown out all other sound, but he thought somebody yelled something at him as he started down the hall. He ignored it, his need to get to a stall overwhelming all other thoughts.
At the end of the hall a doorway was partly open and light was streaming out. Peering into the room was a short, stout figure- almost a midget.
"Get the hell out of my way." Jeff muttered, and barged past the figure and busted through the door.
"Hey! Don't go in th-" the midget started to say, grabbing at him. But he was past, and into the room, and he drew up short, confused even beyond the alcoholic fog. A pair of men stood over a kneeling woman, one of them gripping her hair and one arm cruelly. They were all glowing in an eerie blue light, and as they all looked up at him in shock the light pulsed intensely, and Jeff lost all track of time and space.
Cold was all that existed. Cold, and a vague sense of falling, falling. Or was he floating? But mostly the cold. And the dark, but it wasn't really dark, just….no light, somehow. But he felt like maybe he could see if there was anything around to see, but he was just in a big….nothing, a no-where. And it was so freakin' cold….
Then the light was there again, blue and blinding, and he fell to his knees in the grass. "Grass?" He wondered aloud, and realized that he was stone cold sober. Was he dreaming?
As his vision slowly returned he rose to his feet and peered around him. He was on a hillside, not real steep, and in front of him were the woman and the two men who had been there when the light came. They were sprawled on the hillside, and the woman was struggling feebly, like she was coming out of a stupor. One of the men groaned softly, but neither was moving.
Unsure, he moved to the woman- a girl really, he noticed, and a quite a gorgeous one. Blonde hair that flowed in long curls, a slender, lithe body and a face that was heart-shaped and beautiful even pinched in pain like it was right now. She wore a blue mini skirt and a black top that exposed a whole lot of savory looking flesh. When her eyes wobbled open, they were a piercing blue, and she flinched when she saw him standing so near, and nearly fell.
Jeff caught her and helped her stand up. "Are you okay? What happened- did the building blow up?" A ridiculous notion, but the best explanation he could think of at the moment.
She shook her head as if dazed, then her eyes widened and she looked at the prostrate men. "We have to get away from here!" She pulled away from him and began moving down the hillside. He followed hesitantly.
"But they might need help." He said, glancing back at the men.
"You idiot! They'll kill you. You disrupted their spell somehow, and we ended up here instead of at the Palace. If we're not gone when they wake up we're both dead."
He followed her almost automatically, his brain reeling. "Wait- I disrupted their spell? Their SPELL? Is this some kind of game show hoax?"
He looked around him, hoping to see a hidden camera, somewhere, somehow, but all he saw were trees and bushes and the little stream at the bottom of the hill.
The girl hopped across the stream on a couple of rocks, and began sprinting downstream, moving faster than he would have expected her to be able to.
If he had any chance of keeping up with her, he had to stop questioning and start moving. She kept up the sprint until she was well into the trees that bounded the stream, and then slowed to a jog. Jeff felt his heart racing from the run, and was glad he kept himself in decent shape. He matched her pace, trying to act like it was no effort at all.
She glanced over at him a couple of times, and he did the same. Neither was wearing what could pass for work-out togs, but his jeans, t-shirt and Nikes were a little better suited than her attire. She was even barefoot, he noticed, and winced at the thought, although the ground was pretty smooth and free of stones.
But she kept up the pace easily though, and never seemed to notice any damage her feet might be taking. After a good half hour she steered them into a particularly thick bunch of new pine growth, and they slowed to a walk, going single file. As he caught his breath, he took note again of her body. Her limbs were long and muscular, and her hair trailed down nearly to her ass. And what an ass it was!
She found a small clearing in the close-set pines and stopped- holding up a pre-emptive hand to him. Cocking her head, she listened for several long moments before nodding.
"OK," She said. "You must be a little confused, huh" She kept her voice low and quiet, but he couldn't see any fear or panic in her eyes at all. In fact, he thought he saw amusement, and maybe something else, something that made him stand a little straighter.
"Uh- yeah." He said. "A couple of questions come to mind. Who are you? Where are we, and how did we get here? Who are those guys? And how do we get home?"
She smiled again. "OK- You can call me Lisa. We're in the woods somewhere South of Avincor, I think. We got here because you screwed up a couple of magician's teleport spell somehow. Those guys on the hill back there were the magicians in question, and they're names are Alain Crowely and Barathas, and they'll both fry you on sight the next time they see you. Let's see, did that cover everything?"
He thought about it for a moment. "I guess so. Except for the part about getting home."
She shrugged. "You just have to find someone with the right spell. I can't help you there, sport. I can move myself around, but not others."
He sat down on the bare earth, thinking. One of his friends could have slipped him some sort of hallucinate, he guessed.
She laughed gaily and sank to her knees in front of him. "Oh, cheer up. We can probably find a dozen mages with the right spell in Avincor. What we have to now is be sure we make it there alive. And get up enough money to pay them for the spell, of course."
He stared at her as his mind raced through all that had happened. Then he just shrugged. What the hell else could he do but go along with this?
"OK, Lisa. What do we do now?"
She smiled, and there was definitely a lascivious twinkle in her eye. "Well, first we have to find out exactly where we are and how to get somewhere safe. Then we probably better check on Alain and his butt-boy, just to be sure they're not sneaking up on us. So we have to get my magic working."
He nodded. "Sounds good. How do we get your magic working?"
"Well," she said, rising to her feet and smiling down at him, her hands caressing her body gently. "You're going to have to give it to me, Stud."
He rose to his feet, somewhat less gracefully. "You mean….?"
She nodded. "My magic is sexually oriented. My batteries are empty, as it were, and there's only one way to get this party started." She dropped again to her knees, this time reaching forward to the fastening of his pants. With skill born of practice she dropped his pants to the ground and pulled his cock free.
"Oh, my." She said. "This is going to work just fine once we get it primed."
"Well," he thought. "Even if this is a drug-induced episode, things are definitely looking up."
She inhaled deeply the aroma of his cock before kissing it lightly, then taking it into her mouth. It quickly grew to full length, but even then she had no problem taking it all into her mouth and throat, and he gasped at the sensation she provided as she bobbed her head rapidly back and forth. She was a masterful cock sucker- more than once she seemed to tell when he was approaching a point of no return, and she would back off and change techniques, from a deep throat to a licking, nibbling approach to an attack on his balls. She used her hands lightly, a soft caress here, a stroke there, and she moaned when she had him deep in her throat, which he found immensely exciting.
He leaned back, hands on her head as she worked his tool, then she pulled off and stood up. She walked a few steps away and flipped the mini-skirt up. She was naked underneath, and she casually bent forward and grabbed her ankles, shaking her ass at him invitingly. "Come on, Stud. I can't speak the spells while I'm gobbling your meat."
He stepped up behind her and placed his cock at the tip of her engorged cunt lips. With a wiggle of her hips she trapped the bulb of his cock inside her, and he marveled at the wetness and the firmness of that grip.
Growling, he moved closer and reached down to grab her hips. "Slowly, Stud. I have to recite the spell while you fuck me, so I have to keep my breath, and you have to last."
"Uh-huh." He grunted as he shoved deep inside her. Waiting for her spell wasn't his prime motivation at the moment. He began a deep, steady stroking. He threw his head back- god, she was tight! He heard her begin to chant, and listened long enough to know he didn't know the language she was using. And really didn't care, not as long as she felt this good.
After a few moments, she stopped chanting, and began to flex her interior muscles. She was panting along with him now, and he began to lose his rhythm as he pounded harder and harder.
He felt his orgasm coming on like a freight train and he shouted as he increased his pace to a frenetic stroke. He was lifting her off the ground on the in-thrust, and pulling out to the very knob on the out-thrust. She moaned aloud as she began to come as well, and after a few moments they fell to the ground, trembling.
