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Chapter 8 by Grayice Grayice

Where the hell am I?

Midguard

Miri listened as Aiano laid out his tale. It spoke first of Master Culver Delvanio, an elven Arch-mage Diviner of the 20th circle. After questions from Miriamelle, Aiano explained that there were many races of sentient beings who inhabited Midguard; there were Orcs, savage beasts whose cunning war craft kept them rich. Hobbits inhabited every corner of the human realms, known for mercantile tendencies. Dwarves, long-lived mortals who stuck close to their clans deep in the mountains. Elves, immortals who watched over serene trees and lived lives dedicated to their various passions. And last were humans, the most populous group and the ones most keen to adventure and travel. It also explained the most common theories as to how each race came to be.

All arcane magic derived from The Great Weave, an inexplicable ****. Miri compared it to the **** from Star Wars and after some explanation, Aiano agreed. What separated arcane magic from its counterpart, divine magic, was its origin. Divine magic may be blessed upon some, like clerics or paladins, as a reward for their devotion to a Deity or philosophy. As such, divine caster were limited by Deities morals, ethics, and edicts. All individuals could access arcane magic, although there were many access points. Sorcerer’s had an innate ability to manipulate the weave, usually a blessing from some long-dead ancestor. Everyone else had to study, and the most dedicated of these scholars were wizards who dedicated their life to the understanding of one school. When a magic user progressed in their ability, they became more proficient wielding stronger magic. The Wizard Tribunal decreed there were twenty circles of magic; the lowest being the weakest, subsequently known as the first circle. Only when a mage reached access to the seventeenth circle and had reared an apprentice could they be considered an Arch-Mage. Aiano beamed with pride, explaining the achievement of his Creator.

Culver Delvanio created Aiano after he had decided to leave abandon magic. Miriamelle could tell that the wound was deep, even second-hand from Culver, and she didn’t press for the reason. A master Diviner, Culver searched the planes for one that was disconnected from the weave, so he could lay his burdens to rest. After many years of study, he found one: Earth. However, when he attempted to walk Planeswalk there, the path became murky, dark, and untraversible. Culver was **** to admit defeat, and so he spent the next fifty years developing Aiano. In his research, he discovered that Earth was not another plane, but a parallel dimension. He could inhabit Earth as an Astral Projection, but his body still lingered on Midguard. So, he developed Aiano to physically Astral travel his essence to Earth. In short, nothing of the like had been seen before. Culver gave Aiano sentience because when he left for Earth, he never intended to speak with another living being and wanted a companion. Part of the condition of that sentience were senses, freely gifted by the wearer of the vadislian: the pink moonstone bracelet Miriamelle wore.

Aiano reported sorrowfully Culver’s mistake. His elven heritage kept him young. He arrived at Earth the same year of the Black Plague, 1573 in Mesoamerica. At first, Culver didn’t realize his mistake until many seasons had passed, and he still did not age. Realizing this, he debated returning to Midguard, but never committed. Eventually, his elven gift turned against him when he developed cancer and died January fifth, 1953. A nurse, a pretty Latina in the bloom of her youth, took his possessions postmortem and the hospital sold them to a collector. There, Aiano rested until Anders found it and gave it to Miri last night.

Miri stretched luxuriously, feeling tension in her hamstrings as she leaned forward. Sighing, Miri offered her condolences, “I’m sorry for your loss Aiano, Culver seemed like a great person.”

“Thank you. He was. I seemed to have skipped over some important information. Creator Culver did not know if residual magic could exist on Earth, so he gave me two power sources. Ahh! Language is so inaccurate! The first is direct absorption of magical items. In short, I eat the magical energy that was stored in those items. Anyway, he reasoned there are three sources of Wild Magic, or magic that exists outside The Great Weave: Rage, Fear, and Lust. Knowing the power source would affect my personality, he opened up only Lust to me.”

“So… You’re a pervert? You watched me last night! Oh My God!” Miri blushed, her Caramel coloring reddening to a deep ruddy brown.

“Hehehehe. Yea, you were pretty brilliant, Miri. Anders and you released just enough energy to transport me. If I might add, the way your breasts heave when your cum was… Glorious… Thank you for that image, I’ll treasure it forever.”

Miri groaned in embarrassment.

“The first time I transported, I consumed nearly a Million Gold of Magical Energy direct from the Weave. That included the first of two offerings Creator Culver offered to Selvani – Janus. Culver told me later it was the great bulk of his wealth. The second trip, your trip, was the culmination of Culver’s sexual escapades since the Middle Ages, and the last push was you. I might add before you worry too much, when I eat orgasms it enhances the pleasure for those giving off the energy. Think of it as a symbiosis.”

For a time, Miri stood there, mind-reeling. Eventually, she queried, “Aiano, where are we? And how long do you think it will take to get back?”

“I do not know the answer to either question. Culver’s tree-house was on the continent Maxil where it had a climate similar to your Europe. This environment is wholly unfamiliar except the Lover’s Kiss and a few other flora. It took me four hundreds to collect enough lust, but here we can get hold of real magical items. Also, you being female can help; Culver rarely had a partner for his… excursions.”

Miri, who had only recently recovered from her last blush, covered her eyes and squealed. Red skin peeked between her fingers.

“I don’t know what you think you are, but I’m not a slut! And I’m loyal to Anders!” Miriamelle yelled defiantly, raising her left-hand, so she could properly shout at the offending bracelet.

How does Aiano get out of this?

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