Dark World Dealings

Strength paced back and forth in his holding cell. It was a square room with seemingly no entrance, the walls and floor made of drained manasteel. Every moment of contact sapped the energy from him. In the northeast corner was a glass enclosure in which he could shower any time he wished, a luxury not afforded to every prisoner. Directly beside it was a toilet. In the opposite corner sat a bed, just big enough for his gargantuan frame. A wooden desk with a similar chair sat against the wall halfway between the northwest and southwest corner. Directly opposite it sat a wardrobe with plain gray outfits identical to the one he wore. The light in the room seemed to come from nowhere, and shut off every sixteen hours for eight hours.

Even when not making direct contact with the floor or walls, the very atmosphere of the room bled him dry. He didn’t have much more to give, they had nearly completely removed his soul. Not destroyed, but stolen. A way to further dispower him while his fate was decided. I shouldn’t be in here. It should be that fool. We are the apex, the peak! Why should we ever have to surrender our rule?

“I sense they have taken much from you, Great One.” A disembodied female voice shocked him into his low combat stance, but his mundane senses told him nothing, and with only a shred of a soul, he had no hope of seeing aura.

“Who are you? Are you really here? If so, how did you get in here? If not, how can you contact me despite the protections no doubt placed on this cell?” In place of an **** of the body, he assaulted the voice with questions, straining to hear the footsteps of an invisible intruder, but hearing nothing.

“The powers of a mortal such as The Magician before me are a trifle. You have no reason to question me, I am an ally. I seek to bring you your greatest desires. You may refer to me as Nairis.” Her breathy voice was directly in his ear, making his hair stand on end.

“A demon then? Surely you don’t mean to convince me you’re one of the gods without champions, contacting me now,” Strength replied, turning his head sharply yet seeing nobody. “I wish for power… and eternal youth. For these things I would give myself to you… for a time.” He had never made a pact with a demon before, or a god for that matter.

“I am neither god nor demon. Creatures touched by divinity. Some would say I’m the reverse. The prayer of the masses means nothing to me. But their desires, your desires, I can grant. The cease of aging. The power to destroy those who stand in your way, I can give these things to you, but I require something in exchange. You must swear your loyalty to me. Renounce those who have forsaken you, and become mine.”

Nairis’ seductive voice sought to haze his mind, but none could meditate like him.

“I make no such promise. I know the true meaning of such a pact, and the likely result. I am willing to give my fidelity to you for a time, but not forever. I offer you a month when you call upon me, no more.” Strength paused in his cell, and waited. For what seemed like an eternity, all was silent. He sat in his bed, waiting for this unknown entity to mull it over.

“A month is a grain of sand in the endless hourglass of immortality. Surely even you must recognize this. It is not an equal recompense for such gifts.” The sweet, sultry act was gone, replaced by the true, raspy voice of the abomination contacting him.

“You know of the power I hold, the things I can do. If you can do what you say, then two months in your service is more than enough to pay you back. If you can give me the power to overcome those few above me, then you understand the value of that power. I am one of the few who would even consider such a deal. Two months, and if you refuse, don’t bother contacting me again,” Strength recited, standing up. He strode over to his desk and began to write.

Seconds stretched into minutes, and minutes into hours, but he kept writing all the same. It was a letter, mostly to the Magician, but in its entirety to all of those in the Major Arcana who would abdicate due to age and let those beneath them rule. Finally, he heard her again. “Very well. Your time begins now. Take this power, and use it to find me to the east of Springfield.”

John stretched in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Judging by the vacancy next to him, Jenny had already gone to work. Picking up his phone from the bedside table, he saw three notifications on it and that it was already nearly noon. Man, I slept way in. He tapped the notifications, which were text messages, two from Amy and one from an unknown number.

Amy: Morning John! We’ve decided where we want to go!
Amy: There’s this diner in Montreal that Grace has been to, and it sounds really good!
John: Isn’t that a little far?

12175553473: Hi John! It’s me
John: Who?

Taking off his clothes, he hit them with a momentary stream of Clean before tossing them into the hamper. He decided to take a shower while he waited on their reply, better to be ready sooner than later.

It was only when he opened the bathroom door that he realized he had been tuning out the sound of the shower running. Feeling bold, he walked into the steamy bathroom nonetheless.

Seeing an amorphous line through the foggy glass made Jenny cover herself up, but she stopped when she realized who it was, and what was happening. She opened the glass door to the shower, and pulled him in.

Her sudsy, slippery body immediately pressed against him, pushing him against the wall. His hand dipped down, rubbed her flushed lips down below as above she pressed hers to his.

One hand wrapped around the back of his head, pulling him to her harder. The other hand snaked by his, wrapping around his cock. She moaned into his mouth as he massaged her hood, making her press into his hand even harder.

He took one hand away, and she clenched her thighs around the other, **** not to lose it. His now-free hand glided up her glistening body before coming to her breasts, spreading the soap in the valley between them all around the firm orbs. He caressed the undersides, thumb rubbing her nipples back and forth.

“Last night wasn’t enough? Making my eyes roll up in my head over and over is a morning thing now too?” Jenny teased as she broke the kiss, stroking him harder. “Why don’t I return the favor?”

She broke away and grabbed a bottle off the shelf - one she must have bought because John didn’t recognize it. Uncapping it, she squirted it all over her hands, filling the shower with a sweet, fruity smell.

She massaged it into him, but it didn’t sud up as well as the soap she was using. Using both hands, she coated his length with it. He realized why she used different soap when she placed a long, slow lick on his shaft. His chest got the same treatment, and he was suddenly glad that she had convinced him to shave it. After she finished cleaning him off, she placed a wet kiss on his cheek before taking his member back in her hand. She was going for the gold now, so he responded in kind by pressing her against the wall, fiercely making out with her as his hands went back to her mound.

In a brief break from the kiss, they locked eyes, and both realized, You want me to finish first! She pumped faster, nibbling on his ear. He growled and finally inserted his fingers, curling them inside her, making her let out a high-pitched moan.

Unfortunately, he was the one with a head start. He exploded all over her hand, his cum warmer than the shower water around them. She brought her fingertips up to her lips and licked them in victory, but she was close on his heels. He kept fingering her through his orgasm, and they both collapsed onto the floor of the shower.

“Call it a draw?” he asked, looking across the stream of water between them and at her. She was panting heavily, but fast to respond.

“No way! You totally came first. By the backwards logic of this unspoken competition, I win,” Jenny gloated, getting onto her knees and laying across him. “You weren’t far behind though, Johnny.” She placed a quick kiss on his lips before getting back up. “You may be good, but I’ve got years of experience on ya.”

“Gross,” John simply replied, taking her hand and getting back up.

She squeezed his dick before dismissing his complaint. “Oh please, there’s a reason why you’re the one that ended up with the all-access pass, you know.”

“Why’s that?” John asked, opening the shower door. The steam rushed out, filling the relatively less foggy room.

“Because I love you,” Jenny said, coming up from behind him and hugging him. She rested her head on him, as if snuggling up to his standing form, “and because you’re probably the only guy I’ve dated that wasn’t a total ass.”

“So I’m part-ass?” John joked, reaching to the rack and grabbing two towels, handing her one.

“You sure are! It’s one of your best features.” She squeezed his butt before taking the offered towel, wrapping it around herself and walking into the bedroom to find some clothes.

He dried himself off a bit more before joining her, Cleaning the small puddle she had left on the floor. “So, off to work? We’re going to Montreal for lunch apparently.”

“Nah, my band’s taking the day off. I’ll join you,” Jenny responded, pulling a black crop-top over her head, settling it over her bra of the same color. “How are we getting there?”

“The mirrors, probably,” John replied, equipping a fresh set of clothes from his inventory, jeans and a white t-shirt. He grabbed his windbreaker, putting it into his inventory. It was summer, but they were going to the north. “I’ll tell them you’re coming.”

“A little too late for that,” she quipped, sticking her tongue out at the exaggerated scowl he showed in response.

Amy: The fare for a round trip from the Springfield base is $500 for us. $2,000 for Jenny if she’s coming.
John: Sounds good. We’ll be there soon.

12175553473: It’s me! Abigail!
John: Oh lol, okay I’ll put you in my contacts list.

“I think everything’s set, ready when you are, Jenny,” John said, sitting on the bed. “We’ll take the waypoint, just take my hand.”