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Coalescence of the Spheres (commanderSphepard x Leahrose1111)

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Everything was different here. The way the sunlight filtered through the leaves of the trees. The trees themselves, from their leaves to their bark, all the way down to their roots. The scent of the earth. The taste of the air. Even the colors were different. Off, somehow. Brighter, perhaps, more vibrant.

And everything pulsed with magic.

Jaelan wrapped his cloak tighter around himself. It wasn't cold, quite the opposite. But he felt uneasy here, in this place. He looked different, out of place. His clothing dark but rich, all blacks with hints of crimson highlights in the paisley pattern of his waistcoat, the embroidery on his shirt, and the lining of his cloak. A stark contrast to the world around him, and the shadows didn't embrace him as one of their own.

He had watched this place many times, but always from afar. Staring into his scrying pool by the light of candles and oil lamps. Searching for source of power he detected, that all his calculations pointed to. But this was the first time he was here in person, that he would finally see that source with his own eyes.

He had been astonished the day he had discovered it was a person. Not just any person, but a strikingly beautiful young woman, with dark hair and eyes. He had expected a raw source of energy, something easy to draw upon. A person complicated matters, but it was not insurmountable. He would still be able to use her. He must use her.

But time was growing short. He didn't have the luxury of polite introductions and gradual instruction. He had to do this the hard way, the fast way. He had to capture her, force her. Make her understand.

So he waited. Her home was not far, he could see it through the trees. Soon enough, she would make an appearance, and under the cover of night, he would take what he had come for.
 
The woods and meadow felt different today. The usual light and pleasant energy felt unsteady, and even the animals were quieter than usual. Shae carefully stepped through the meadow, admiring the newly sprouted micro greens and bunches of petals that blanketed the terrain. She loved to conjure new colors using the prettiest hues, and she was unmatched by any other pigment artist in her realm. Her customers were always pleased with her, and often asked for unique creations for special projects. She wore a blue dress made of the softest fabric that was cut low at her neck, fitted at the bodice, and swayed loosely at her knees. She had intentionally dyed it unevenly to show different layers of the blue hues. She wore a rose quartz pendant affixed to a silver chain with delicate, intricate filigree. She laughed as she heard her mother in her ear, calling her by her full name "Shaelenea! Where are your shoes? You will not cry a tear if you get bitten or stung because you are barefoot." She tucked her long dark hair behind her ear as she dug her toes into the earth. She loved the feel of the soil, and in her many years of life, she had yet to have an injury from her beautiful meadow.

She wandered to her large iron kettle, which was bubbling and boiling just a few steps away from her. It was large enough that she could climb inside and bathe if she liked. She had been cooking some fern, ivy, and hydrangea leaves for a new green hue. She took her large wooden spoon and stirred it. It still wasn't right, but she'd give it more time. Scattered around the yard close to the house were tables, drying racks, sprinkled with various petals, twigs, and natural elements.

The sun had begun to set, casting shadows. She checked the embers under her kettle and added two more logs. She couldn't place the feelings she was having, but something still felt out of place around her. She walked toward her small bungalow, looking around and listening for anything she could sense. When she reached the porch, she shook her head and tried to dismiss the feeling. Still, she looked back over her shoulder once more, scanning the woods. Nothing. She sighed, and entered her home, pushing the heavily carved door. It shut behind her slowly, and she latched the lock behind her.
 
Shae. There she was, as real as the rest of this place. Jaelan had almost not dared to hope, not when all he had seen of her had been through the mystical arts. Almost.

But now he could see her with his naked eye. The object of all his desire. The source of his future power. His solution to the Coalescence.

He must wait until nightfall. He did not know how much of her power she could control, or what she could do with it. He saw her use it in her craftsmanship time and time again, but never elsewhere. A curiosity, to be sure. He would find out why soon enough, but he must exercise caution. When the cover of darkness enveloped him like an old friend, he would approach and subdue her. Then he would have his answers.
 
Inside the bungalow, Shae lit a glowing fire for supper. It was just her, so she prepared very little. A small crock that had been sitting in embers all day was warm to the touch and smelled of rich herbs and vegetables. An iron hook in the hearth held a kettle of bubbling coffee made from chickory, and her loaf of bread rose into a crusty, fluffy cloud. She hummed sweetly to herself. After a long day of being outside, she lifted her dress over her head, and changed into a floor length cozy nightgown that she had sewn herself. It had the warmth of a sweater, the softness of down feathers, and hung in a deep V neck that left her cleavage open.
 
Once darkness began to conceal Jaelan better, he ventured closer to the lone house. He reached the edge of the woods that had been his hideaway all day, daring to risk the lack of cover. There was a window, and an orange glow filtered through it, but the house was on a slight rise and he could not see inside from this angle.

Raising his hands in front of him, Jaelan formed the complex sigils he needed for his spell. The night gathered around his hands, swirling darkness formed from nothing. Then, he spread his arms as if opening a window. To his eyes, the wall of the house now looked as though it were a gossame curtain, only barely obscuring his view. He might as well have been in the same room with her. But it was just an illusion offered to him through the shadow window he had conjured. The wall was still solid as ever, and if he were to step a few feet to his right, the effect would not persist.

But he could see her, and time his entry properly.
 
As she moved around the room, the fire caught her dress and illuminated her figure through the thin fabric. She scooped herself a bowl of stew from the cast iron crock, spilling some down her front. Luckily it didn't touch her skin, just the fabric. She set down her bowl and lifted it off of her, tossing into her pile of washing for tomorrow. The cabin was warm and cozy., so she didn't bother finding a replacement. She reclined back on her couch that was covered in furs and began to eat. Drat. She'd forgotten her coffee. As she crossed the room again, her hourglass figure made sensual shadows on the walls. The eerie feeling she had earlier returned. She looked around, but there was nothing to be seen in the bungalow. She laughed at herself. "Shae....stop....there's nothing around here. " She lifted the mug of steaming coffee to her nose, breathing in deeply. It wasn't uncommon for her to be a little edgy. Especially at night. Maybe she needed a guard companion....Her mind wandered off into a slew of possible animal companions as she reclined back on her couch, in all of her glorious nakedness.
 
Jaelan's breath caught in his throat. He had watched this woman disrobe countless times, and still he found her stunning. As he watched, he could feel the eldritch power within him flare up. He could only imagine the kind of power that lay within a woman so beautiful. Soon, he would find out for himself.
 
Shae always relaxed herself before bed. It was almost a nightly ritual for her to pleasure herself. She'd finished her meal, and set her dishes aside. Her hands moved intricately, spinning up a small ball of glittering light. She waved one hand toward a stringed instrument that stood in the corner. It was very similar to a harp, and it began to plan beautifully harmonized music for her. On the couch, she reclined back more, spreading her legs into a comfortable position. She sent the remaining ball of light cascading over her body, the bulk of it settling warmly at her womanhood. She laid her head back, ran her hands into her hair behind her head, and let her magic pleasure her. Her eyes closed. Almost instantly, her subtle movements at her hips indicated the pleasure rising. They rocked slightly back and forth, as if a lover was licking her gently. Her lips parted, and she began to moan softly.
 
Finally. A display of magic. She was no novice, that much was certain. Her conjuration was practiced, her somatic components well rehearsed. And clearly, Shae understood that magic and sex were intimately connected. You could not have one without the other.

With her so engaged, both in a demonstration of her ability and distracted by the result, Jaelan knew it was time to move. He dismissed his spell and approached the house cautiously.
 
As her pleasure continued, Shae's body began to move more. She gently tugged her hair with one hand while massaging her breast with the other. Her hips moved sensuously with her magical partner. She tapped the side of her neck, and her toes curled as if her lover was suckling at her collar and ears. The fire rose in the hearth, turning beautiful shades of purple and magenta as her sounds grew louder.
 
Standing outside the house, looking through the warped glass of the window, Jaelan could see everything. His passion rose within him, resulting in a surge of magical energy... as well as some physical side effects that were typical for any man. Working another spell, Jaelan faded into wisps of shadow as he passed through the solid wall in front of him, emerging on the other side.
 
Shae was nearly ready to reach her orgasm when the fantastic colors in the hearth evolved into black and red flames. She dismissed her spell, looking around the room with wide eyes. Something was here. Something strong enough to distort her centuries old magic. Her eyes looked to every rafter, corner, shelf, and window. Nothing.
 
"Do not stop on my account." Jaelan's voice was a deep, rich baritone that came out of the darkness like the aroma of chocolate. He kept himself cloaked in shadow, hidden from her, and waited for her response.
 
The booming voice startled Shae, and she quickly shrouded herself with her camouflage spell. Her heart pounded and her breath quickened. She scanned the darkness for anything she could make out. Whatever was here felt dark and dangerous. Her voice shook. "Wh-who's there? Show yourself!" She crept from the couch to the floor, and then behind it. Her small frame fit just between the heavy furniture and the wall.
 
He could sense the strength of her spellwork, and it was not what he had expected from someone who radiated such power. It was easy to dismiss with a wave of his hand, leaving her exposed once again, and he offered no other response.
 
Knowing that she did not have full energy to play a cat and mouse game by covering herself again, she manifested a gown, the same one she spilled food down, but this time, it was clean. "I'll come out, but you have to show yourself."
 
"It would be better if you just continued what you were doing," he said, his voice echoing around the small room. "Do not trouble yourself with me."
 
"Fuck that. Who are you? Show yourself!" Shae was stuck between shaking in fear and her near oragasm tetering in her loins.
 
Dammit, Jaelan thought to himself. He should have known this wouldn't be so easy as he had hoped. He stepped forward, materializing out of the shadow in front of her.
 
Shae gasped. Jaelan's sheer size was menacing, and he looked dangerous. Her hands shook as she grasped the back of the couch that partially shielded her. As much as she wanted to ask again, she waited for him answer her.
 
He did not, however, answer her. He stood there, observing her terror, basking in both the effect his power had on her... and the effect her power had on him.
 
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