The Witch

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This threas is closed for EklectikChik.

Two a day practices suck, but as a freshman, there are no choices about doing them. You either show up and bust your ass, or like the Metallica song says, "Kiss Your Ass Goodbye."

There wasn't really a choice about which university I was going to, if Texas offered the scholarship, then it was there. If they didn't then I was pretty free to go where ever I wanted. I talked my folks into letting me milk my visitations, and went to Florida, USC and Texas, in order.

Texas had the scholarship ready for me on the last day of my visit. And am I glad I did. Regardless of the education I am going to receive here, Sixth Street has got to be the best mile one the planet to be young and male.

There are women all over the place and each and every one of them is on the prowl it seems. If you can't find someone to keep you company on a Friday or Saturday night on Sixth Street, you weren't trying.

In summation I got to go to the school that I grew up idolizing, I am getting a free education while playing football, and there are "Girls, Girls, Girls" every where, which all 18 year old football players should have around. To to objectify women, but there is a buffet in Austin, and I planned to sample as many of the dishes as possible.

That is up until the strangest damned day of my life, and I dare say yours too.

I was leaving practice where we learned the cover two formations for the defense and it was of course a sweltering day, like every other day in Austin in June. I had a class in a couple of hours which left plenty of time to take a shower and head to the dorm to grab my books.

And it was at the dorm where the strangeness started. I picked up my bag and was going to head out to my Psych 101 class, when I had a moment of dizziness. I sat on the bed to wait it out, figuring I was hungry and needed a snack. My eyes must have closed or something because when I opened them I saw the most incredible things.

I was standing in a small bedroom. One one side there was a cot and on the other a desk. No more than three feet separated the two. The desk had an ink pot and a quill of all things. The paper looked really thick and of high quality. A fine cloak which shimmered in the light hung over the chair and rings and bracelets and other jewelry lay scattered in front of what I presumed to be a jewelry box.

Behind me was an open door leading to a hallway and in front of me was a small armoire doors, slightly ajar. The armoire held a couple of dresses that I could see, but the most amazing sight was between the armoire and I.

Standing there some two feet in front of me, mouth hanging wide open, much like mine was I am sure, stood the most amazing, incredible, and literally stupefying woman I had ever had the pleasure of seeing. She appeared to be a mix of a super model and a Boris Vallejo painting. If you look at Amazon's Pet, that is her, with thinner legs. And lose the mace thing. Well maybe not exactly like that, but close.

I stood there for a second and then said something witty like, "Hi, I am Jake. Jake Denham."

[EklectikChik]

I was cleaning, a mundane and job I loathed more than anything. However, the elders had said it was essential to my training. Why? I hadn't a clue. But as a high born witch and one of great power, I still had to take direction from the elders who apparently knew better.

The tasks were to keep me organized, something I would probably never accomplish! So to ease my boredom, I had cooked up a simple cleaning spell. It simmered and popped in my cauldron as I spoke the ancient words past down to me and let it unfold in my room while I hurried to get dressed.

I got the shock of my life when I turned to spot a total stranger gaping at me. It was something I was unprepared for and all i could do was stare, my dress handing over one slender arm while the rest of me remained naked and open to his gaze. And gaze he did! His eyes roaming over my body before he started to speak.
The words made no sense, but instantly snapped me out of my dazed condition.

Before he could say anything else, I screamed. Loud and shrill, enough to make a dog in the courtyards below whimper and then bark. And just like that, he was gone. Vanishing before my very eyes.

Clutching the dress to my chest, I took in some quivering breaths. What had just happened?! Had he been a demon? A spirit? I shook my head, fingers trembling as one of my maids came in, looking rather confused and worried.

"Myra! What is the matter?" She asked, looking around for signs of trouble.

"I...I um...I don't know. I could have sworn here was a man, right there before me a minute ago. He looked like no other, spoke strange words and wore strange clothing. Then I screamed and he was gone. He just...vanished." I breathed.

The older lady clucked her tongue and took me by the shoulder, pushing me back into the small room. "Come now, lets get you dressed and you can speak to the elders about this."

I could only nod, letting the woman help me dress while I pondered the looks of the intruder.

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The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the bed again, and not even a minute had passed. It was incredible to think that I went someplace else. But I saw her, and I knew I did because why else would I have a hard on?

Because of Psych? No way.

My sex life is healthy, or active, enough that random hard ons don't just happen. Yes, yes, I get morning wood like most guys do, but really that is more a function of, well I don't know, but I do know when I piss it goes away, and that means it isn't sexual. But back to my point it means I really did see a woman with super model good looks and she was gloriously naked.

I headed off to the Psych class and didn't pay a minute of attention during the lecture. I was drawing the woman I saw and much to my dismay it was a horrible rendition.

Time flies by when you are having fun, or so the old saying goes. I would propose an alternative, time flies when you over book your schedule, or during two a days with a Psych class thrown in. But I managed. Proud to say I am number two on the depth chart at safety and that means with the playing time I'll get this year I should be the shoe in for starting safety next year. On the academic front I got a 'B' while disappointing it was okay. Really, after you land the first job, who cares about your GPA?

The sex life however suffered. Tremendously.

Oh I was getting all of the chances I could handle and then some. I mean Sixth Street is still Sixth Street, and if one breathes there, one can get laid. The problem was none of the held a candle to the woman of my hallucination.

And yes, it was a hallucination. Had to be. The only problem was I could not talk my dick into it. Firmly convinced she was real, the damn thing would not stand up for any others. So I developed a game plan for one Friday night, I was going to Sixth Street and finding a brunette about the same height and proportions if possible and if we are doggy style, maybe that would work.

A couple of teammates of mine and I headed down around 10:00 and by 11:00 I had found the perfect girl. She was as tall and nearly as curvaceous as my hallucination though not as pretty. But that was okay, I didn't plan on seeing her face after we were naked anyway. Susan and I spent the next couple of hours talking and dancing, and eventually headed to my dorm just before the bars closed.

The plan was working like a charm, the lights were out, she was naked and after foreplay, I coaxed her onto her knees, face buried into the pillow. I was behind her and had just finished licking her from clit to anus and was sliding my very hard, very horny eighteen year old cock into her.

Grabbing her wrists, I used them to help pull myself into her and was pounding away at her. My dick was slick with her juices and my balls were heavy and ponderously swinging with each of my thrusts. Not that any eighteen year old has a lot of control, but Susan seemed like she was really into it, and though muffled by the pillow, I could hear her screaming "Fuck me damn it. FUCK ME HARDER!" It was really hot to hear it and her pussy was super slick as I was pounding away at her.

Then suddenly Susan was no longer there as I thrust forward and barely caught myself before i drove my cock into the stone floor that I was kneeling on inn stead of my bed. I craned my head up a little and saw her. My hallucination. It took every bit of control I had to keep from ejaculating all over the stone floor.

Standing up, I was keenly aware of my cock glistening in the torch light as I looked at her. She was holding a book limply in her hand with a shocked look on her face and a quick glance around revealed we were in a library of some sort. There was a table to my left and I grabbed a book that was on it, barely noticing the drawing of a plant on the page it was open to as I hid my genitals with it.

"Err, sorry about showing up like that." I said.

[EklectikChik]

The dusty old library was probably one of my favorite places to be at during the evenings house. It had certain character to it. An old quality that spoke of many secrets that I loved delving into. Tonight was no different, only that for whatever reason, I had taken it upon myself to also do some light cleaning while I read. What had possesed me? I don't know. Perhaps it had been the cobwebs and the hairy spider that had crawled up my arm and make me squeal like a little girl. The memory made me shudder and I quickly used my casting pot to mix the spell and set it free while I wandered the room and read to myself.

Then it had happened. Just as I made my way to sit in a now very clean and plush seat, he appeared out of nowhere. I couldn't have been sure at first and blinked several times to see the young and very naked man kneeling on the floor. When I realized it wasn't my vision, but truly a man, one which was obviously aroused, I scrambled back, almost falling out of the seat as my legs tangled in the long skirts of my dress.

He spoke as he fumbled with one of my precious books to cover himself. Again it came out oddly garbled and I took a deep breath to scream when he took a sudden step forward, making me forget as fear crawled up my throat. Acting on instinct, I thrust a hand out and a blast of air sent him stumbling back until he hit the back wall.

"Who are you?" I demanded, now truly cross that he had invaded my space, my time in my favorite room and was rubbing his unmentionables in one of my books!

Demon or not, he seemed confused by her words as well. He also wasn't fighting back. Frowning, she took in his handsome face, taking into memory every detail just in case he vanished. She had to report this. Something was not right at all.

Ever so carefully and slowly, she stood and advanced. Feeling a bit bolder, she decided to test him. Basic elemental magic would let her see what he was about. A breeze tickled his skin and make him visibly shiver. She smiled and flicked her wrist and let the flames of fire dance before his eyes. "Tell me who you are." She demanded again. "What do you want? Why are you here?"

His eyes were wide with shock as she came closer still and then stopped a few feet away. She cocked her head to the side in thought. Could he be mere mortal? Extinguishing the flames, she let her eyes drop to her book and grit her teeth. Stepping closer, she made a grab for it just as his hand snuck out to grab her wrist. She gasped, their eyes meeting and then poof! He was gone again. The book dropped to the floor where he had been standing. Carefully she kneeled down and picked it up.

Dimly she realized the room was clean, but in the air lingered the faint smell of sometimes...she wasn't sure. She sniffed and turned on her heels, another meeting was in order!

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I stood there on my bed and stared at my hand, feeling the tingle from having touched her. My chest hurt like hell where that gust of wind or whatever it was hit me in the chest. Susan was gone so I must have been gone more than a couple of seconds this time.

Sitting in a standard yoga position, I cleared my mind and thought through the encounter with the woman. Her dark hair and pale skin, the way her dark blue dress clung to her body, she was incredibly sensuous. The look of fear and anger in her eyes as I showed up and her resentment that I held the book before my cock.

Each and every second and her look and actions, I etched into my memory, not wanting to forget. Each word she said, I repeated over and over, to memorize them and hopefully to find out what language it was.

The next morning I awoke to find a bruise on my chest that was about the size of a volley ball, directly where the blast of air had hit me. All doubt dispelled, I headed to the language building and lurked about until practice.

Having not heard the language by practice I went back afterward. This time I went in and walked around somewhat aimlessly until I bumped into a guy accidentally. He and I chatted for a couple of minutes and he asked what I was looking for and I told him, that some one had said,something to me and I wanted to know what it was.

Repeating it exactly as I remembered it, he scratched his head and said that I should go talk to a particular professor who specialized in ancient languages. Finding their office locked, I turned to leave when I saw another student and asked them when the professor would be back.

Another conversation ensued, ending up with my relaying with all the precision I could muster what the dark haired goddess, said.

"Unless you completely missed what was said, they said, 'Who are you?' Where did you hear that?" he asked.

Scratching my head, literally, I said, "Uh, at a library of all places. What language is it?"

"Assyrian or Aramaic. There are classed in it in the Middle Eastern Studies department."

With a slap on the shoulder with more enthusiasm than he was prepared for I thanked him and headed over to administration to try and pick up some Middle Eastern studies classes. Especially Aramaic.

For the next couple of weeks I spent all of my time between football practices, martial arts classes, English 101 and an Aramaic Exchange that I found on line. I didn't bother with other women anymore, I had my Helen and I was hell bent on being ready for our next encounter.

It was a few days after I confirmed my belt status at my new dojo. I was sitting on my bed again, working on the Aramaic when I felt a tingling that seemed to have started with my head, leaving me a little light headed. In a moment I stood in a round chamber that appeared to be marble and standing there was my Helen. Hesitantly and brokenly I said in Aramaic, "My name is Jake Denham."

[EklectikChik]

Cleaning! That's all I seemed to do these days. That and consult with the elders. They were quite taken by the events that unfolded a few weeks back. No one believed the man to be a demon. If he had been so, I would have either been dead or locked in battle. No demon came for fleeting visits - especially not in the nude.

I had to smile at that. Looking back, it was almost comical. Poor man. He had a fine body for showing off. Lean and trim, with broad shoulders and a lean waist. He wasn't beautiful. Not like the Warlocks around...who were impossibly tall, muscles and so 'pretty' that it almost hurt a woman's eyes to look their way. No, this man was handsome, but not in the way she was used to viewing men.

Now in the spell room, she was both cleaning and hopefully cooking up something that would make it easier to communicate. Obviously they came from totally different worlds. She wondered when he would appear again and as she turned to fetch herself another ingredient when she spotted him. She let out a shreak and grabbed at her chest.

This time he was dressed and seemed to struggle a second and then in broken Aramaic he spoke. "My name is Jake Denham."

She let out a breath and straightened. "Jake." She tested his name on her tongue and studied him. "I am Myra." She told him, pointing to herself. "How did you get here?"

She watch him ponder the question. Holding up her hand as if telling him to wait, she rushed for the rest of her ingredients and made quick work with the potion. When the brew was finished, she poored a small amount into the tiny cup and came to him, holding it out. "Drink."

He took the cup and sniffed it, making a face and turning away. She came around to face him again and put her hands on her hips. "Drink."

Resigned to the task, he did as she told. She watched him struggle not to gag and finally swallow. After a moment, she spoke again. "Do you understand me now?"

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I looked down at the delicate cup in my hand, which seemed to be made of the finest porcelain I had ever seen, not that I am an expert or anything, but it seemed a baby could crush it in their hand.

And the vile concoction that came out of it? Well, I don't know what shit tastes like, but not I have something really horrible by which to compare it. Then she asked "Do you understand me now?"

Nodding my head I said, "I understood the question 'How did you get here?' but there are difficulties in answering. First is that I don't know how I get here."

Shrugging I continued, "There is a tingling in my body and I feel light headed like I need to eat something and then I am here with you."

"And the second part is I don't know your language, though I am learning it. Supposedly no one has spoken it in more than a thousand years."

Shifting the cup to my other hand, "For a while I thought you a dream, until last time and you left a bruise on my chest that lasted the better part of a week."

Just as I was saying "Where am I?" I felt the now familiar tingle and then opened my eyes and I was standing in the dorm room; the fine porcelain cup in my left hand.

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Myra watched him vanish again, dismayed that he kept leaving like that. She wanted answers! And she wanted them soon! She circled the spot he had appeared in and sniffed the air. She let her elemental magic feel the space and found nothing.

She sighed and tried to think, why did he keep appearing to her and only her? There was no reasoning behind it. Was it something she was doing? She wasn't tinkering with any spells, apart from the one today. Every other times she had just been cleaning...

It hit her then. Cleaning. Those were the only times he ever came to her, when a cleaning spell was active and when it was done, he vanished. Grinning, she rushed out, almost colliding with one of the elders named Cedric. "I have great news! He came again, Cedric! He told me his name was Jake. But before I was able to ask more, he vanished. All I know is that he is a mere mortal, like you and I."

She took a deep breath as Cedric regarded her with dark eyes that were almost pitch black. His hair was turning gray, but he was just as beautiful a man as the younger ones. Tall, strong and verile, she was sure of it. He crossed his arms and listened with interest. "I think I found the connection, although I have no idea why this is happening. My cleaning spells! Every time I do a cleaning spell, he appears. No other times has he been here and that is the only link."

Cedric pondered it for a moment. "Have you tried one on purpose to see if it is in fact the problem?"

"No. Not yet. Do you believe I should?"

The elder nodded and took her by the arm, leading her back to the spell room. "Lets see if it will work."

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I put the porcelain cup on the desk in the dorm room and sat down on the bed looking at it. Tangible proof that I was there. No longer being able to deny that I periodically go some place. Now the questions were how do I get there and why?

I hadn't had more than a minute or two when I felt light headed again, and muttered, "Again, so soon?"

I stood up and waited for a moment and there she was. My Helen. Myra. And jealousy flared in me as I saw another man in there. But he was no normal man. As beautiful as Myra was, he was handsome. One would guess that they would make great babies together. Or if nature was fair to the rest of the world, super ugly ones.

"Hi Myra," I said. "I take it you figured out how I keep coming back here? Wherever that is."

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A simple cleaning spell, who would have thought it. She was practically jumping up and down with joy, while Cedric looked surprised that it had worked and she was correct.

"I knew it!" She laughed, clapping her hands. "But how could this happen?! It's a cleaning spell! No one has ever crossed over cleaning."

"Trust you to figure out a way." Cedric grumbled, looking Jake over with obvious curiosity. "I am Cedric, an elder here at the Coven. We were wondering if our little Myra was starting to loose her mind somehow, but it seems like there is a glitch in her spellcasting that is bringing you through to our world."

She was grinning, her smile brilliant and beautiful, making him stare. She seemed unaware of her effect on him at all. Instead, she was pondering her spells and how she was doing such a fantastic trick. Her powers were great, some of it still untapped, but simple cleaning spells should not have braught another through to their time/dimension.

"I figured it out after you left last." She began to tell him. "The only time you appear to me is when I'm cleaning and when you vanish is when the spell has been broken. I suppose depending on the size of the mess would dictate how long you stay. Although this time, Cedric helped me keep the spell going until we got our questions answered."

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I looked around the room and saw beakers, pestle and mortars, and jars upon jars of weird stuff, bat wings, eyes of something, and so on. The whole scene was out of a bad Frankenstein movie. Well not so bad, I guess. Myra was damn well worth the price of admission to see. And when she smiled? I bet she could make all of Austin stop and stare at her.

A cleaning spell I thought. Must be nice not having to clean anything and have a spell do it for you. Then it struck me, what are the odds that every time she is cleaning I am at my bed?

"You think you have questions? I must have hundreds of them, first of all is Where am I?"

"And then my question would be is the only time you cast the spell when I show up? The reason I ask is each time I come here I am on or very near my bed. I wonder if it would happen if I were someplace else?"

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"You are in Vayland in one of the highest and most powerful covens." Myra answered, earning her a 'look' from Cedric who wasn't so sure that a whole lot of information about their side should be shared. She gave him a shrug and then pondered his other question. "Yes, the only time you seem to appear is when I cast the cleaning spell...I am not sure why your bed would have anything to do with anything."

"Unless it is over a portal perhaps?" Cedric inserted.

Myra's eyes widened. "That is true. There are few of them, but it could be making this possible. I just wish I knew why this particular spell is bringing you through."
Her mouth quirked, "Perhaps you are good at cleaning."

Cedric gave a snort and shook his head. "Only you would think of such things. We must meet with the others and see what must be done, Myra. I'm sure that Jake here would like to stop this madness." Turning on his heels, he began to leave. "Send him back when you are ready, Myra. I will set up a meeting for tonight." And with that, he was gone.

Myra rolled her eyes and smiled softly. "Sorry about Cedric. He can get a little high and mighty. But lets look on the bright side, at least this time you're wearing clothing."

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"No worries about him. Though I am curious, are all of his questions answered?" I asked.

While I was at it, I thought I would ask something else, then histeria must have kicked in for questions came spewing out of my mouth faster than anyone could have possibly kept up with.

" Or is he trusting them to you?
"And how long will I stay here, and how long will I be able to speak the language?
"And what is it like here?
"And where exactly is here other than Vayland?
"Is this the same planet and another time and place?
"Or are you just one really great delusion gone wild?"

I felt like a 12 year old girl with more mouth than brains, but hey I needed to know at least that much.

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Myra cocked her head to the side and tried not to laugh. His eyes were a little wild and his questions almost jumbled together. She figured he was probably going through...well, she wasn't sure. Nothing had ever really happened to her. This was normal...her powers, her rank, her beauty. Nothing was out of the ordinary and yet now she stood face to face with a complete stranger from another time and another place. Strangely enough, she felt calm with that fact - now that they were talking.

"Take a deep breath, it will be alright. If you wish to leave now, I will let you. I just figured we would want to get to the root of the problem."

She motioned for him to sit, he looked a little pale and unsteady. "Cedric will take up council with the other elders and we will all try and find out the solution to this...whatever this is. You will speak the language until I give you a cleansing spell to rid you of it. Until then, you and I will be able to understand each other just fine." She explained, following to a nearby seat and sitting across from him as though they were sharing coffee and cake. She was relaxed and at ease, trying to keep him calm. "I'm very real and this place is more than likely another time - not a strange new world. This is earth and Vayland is a kingdom. I am a witch, my powers passed on from generations and quite powerful too. Although I did not mean to hurt you. I wasn't sure if you were demon or some other entity. There are things here that perhaps you aren't familiar with in your world. Although I have yet to find out where you come from. Why don't you tell me a little of your place?"

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The chair wasn't completely comfortable, but the conversation partner could not have been better in Jake's estimation. "I am from Texas and go to University in a city called Austin. It is usually hot there, especially during the late summer."

Looking around and seeing oil lamps and candles, "We don't use those anymore. We use electrical lights. And your clothing is more dormatl than ours. Shorts and tee shirts are pretty normal."

Scratching his head, Jake considered Vayland, "I don't think that I have ever heard of a kingdom called Vayland. Perhaps this is the future and not the past?"

"What year is it and what do you base the calendar on?"

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She took in his clothes with interest, her fingers reached out and she touched without thinking. He didn't seem to mind as she tested the clothing with her fingers and then sat back, listening to him talk.

"Mmmm...I have a feeling that perhaps it's not a matter of time, as much as dimension. But I cannot be for sure. If you have never heard of Vayland and our kind, it seems to make more sense to me."

She ignored his last question. She didn't want to bother with some 'trivial' questions. She wanted to know why on earth she was making him pass from his earth to hers. She felt a headache coming on. A pulse that throbbed at her temple.

"Perhaps we should...take a break. All this wondering and pondering is making my head hurt. Tell me something different...what do you do in your realm?"

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"In my realm?" Jake leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms and gathered his legs underneath him, suddenly looking like a compressed coil ready to spring if the situation would suddenly require it.

"I already mentioned that I go to University. Meaning I am a student, much like it appears you are here."

Looking around at the room, his mind racing, trying to figure out this spell of Myra's, and asked, "So, this cleaning spell, have you cast it any other times recently other than when I have showed up?"

"The reason I ask, is that there are times when others are around and the situation could be, uh, dangerous if I were to leave at the wrong time."

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"Hmmmm..." She pressed her lips together and watched him, his body tight and tense, she wondered why she seemed so relaxed, more curious than anything else. "I've used the spell several times and each time, you show up. It's a simple spell...a mere child could cast it and yet when I do it - you appear."

She pondered his situation, realizing that it probably was more difficult for him. After all, he had shown up naked once...his cock glistening. She wondered...or perhaps just knew that he had been in the middle of mating when she had braught him through.

"This is a problem we must resolve. I really need to talk to the elders." She stood suddenly, her dress flowing around her. He looked a little worried as she stepped to her brewing pot. "Forgive me, I know this is rude, but I must let you return. I will figure something out soon...I hope." With a flick of her wrist, the spell stopped and he was gone.

She sighed and rubbed her temples. Why her?! She wondered and suddenly felt a strange pang of loneliness. Miffed, she left the room in search of Cedric.

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And *POOF* Jake was back in Austin. Looking around his dorm room, Jake decided to run his own experiment, and packed a bag. Jake headed to a friend's apartment to stay for a couple weeks, after making arrangements with him.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind and Jake worked furiously on Aramaic and finished enrollment for the fall by adding two classes on middle eastern studies. Thinking that language reflected culture, Jake figured if he got a handle on Earth's Middle Eastern culture, it may help with Myra's world, or realm, or time.

Practices became once a day, classes started and Jake's roommate of necessity was beginning to get a little edgy, the porcelain cup though a constant reminder to Jake that he wasn't hallucinating.

The first football game of the season came and Jake play about one half of the defensive snaps and generally had a good game. But then the first game of the year should be a good one, because the scheduled team is always a cream puff.

It was in the shower that he felt the light headed feeling set in and he quickly made his way back to his locker and barely grabbed a pair of pants before he disappeared, leaving four sets of wide eyes and open mouths behind.

Arriving, the now customary sense of vertigo wearing off, Jake said, "We need to figure out a way to do this better, four people watched me disappear."

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Myra sat on her bed. It had been weeks of studying and training and yet, no one could figure out why Jake appeared when she cast her cleaning spell. So much so, that they had forbidden her to use it. But Myra was too curious and fascinated with her ability to bring him to her and after laying low and obediently following her orders, she braught him forward.

He stood clutching a pair of pants to his naked, damp body. She only admired his body for a second before averting her eyes so that he could slip on his clothing. She heard the rasp of his zipper and a grumbling from him before she peaked back at him and smiled.

"Hello Jake." She said, sitting there looking more beautiful than ever, one slender leg tucked her, while the other dangle off the edge of her bed, bare from the knee down. "I'm sorry for pulling you back through again...perhaps I missed you." She teased and laughed softly. "We must be quiet...I was forbidden to use the spell again since no one seems to know why I'm able to bring you through."

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Sitting down on the bed next to Myra, Jake allowed his eyes to wander slowly up her mouth watering body. "Seriously Myra," Jake said, "This time there were witnesses and people on my world just don't disappear. It never happens."

Taking one of her hands in his, Jake marvelled at the softness of her skin and the icy hot sensation that ran through his body. Suddenly Jake forgot what he was going to say as he looked into Myra's eyes and leaned in to kiss her.

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Myra hadn't been expected a kiss. Not from the half naked man in her room that she conjured up at will, it seemed. But before she could form a rational thought, she let him move in. Her eyes followed his until his lips touched hers.

She had kissed before, but her young 18 years had mostly been filled with lessons - giving her little time to socialize with other warlocks. She let out a soft little gasp and their lips met and clung a moment. Sparks of pleasure radiated through her body. She felt the tip of his tongue trace her lips and opened up to him, letting their tongues slide together, dueling. Her hands came up and grabbed a hold of his damp hair. A moment later, she pulled him away, her breathing a little off and her body feeling that age old rush of pleasure that made her pussy tingle to life.

"We shouldn't..."

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"We shouldn't..."

"Really? Jake sucked in Myra's lower lip and nibbled on it lightly. Pulling back slightly, Myra leaned in toward Jake and their lips brushed gently across each other.

Pushing her back gently, Myra laid flat on the bed, Jake's body gliding down with hers. Thrusting his tongue back into her mouth, Jake and Myra slowly twisted their tongues around not quite coyly dancing in her mouth, then his. Breaking the kiss Jake began licking and kissing down Myra's throat, in lush wet kisses down the front of her neck reaching her bodice. Mura's breath caught in her throat with a gasp as her body arched slightly into Jake's.

Fumbling nervously at the buttons of her bodice, Jake managed to undo them and hurriedly pushed the two sides off to the sides, revealing her wondrous breasts, his heart and cock both jumping. The aerolas were slightly larger than a half dollar in diameter forming perfect circles and the nipples stuck out turgidly like large fleshy peanuts. Taking one of her breasts into his hand, Jake's lips eagerly returned to the same spot that they had left to unbutton her bodice.

Hungrily devouring her soft succulent skin with his lips and tongue, Jake kissed straight down Myra's sternum, her legs spreading slightly. Jake settled between Myra's legs, her thighs clamping to his sides tightly and could feel the heat from her pussy on his torso. Myra's breath became short and quick as he kissed along her rib cage and then up to her nipple.

Jake's tongue circle around her nipple and Myra arched again driving her hooded clit against his upper abdomen. Reaching down, he gathered Myra's skirt around her waist and sat up looking at the beauty below him, mouth watering slightly, his cock straining mightily against the sweat pants he was wearing, a enlarging damp spot of pre-cum forming.

Jake watched as Myra's eyes wandered over his body, settling on his engorged member. Leaning in a little, Jake kissed Myra's thigh, half way between her knee and crotch. Making the instantaneous journey from mid thigh to her flowing love, Jake licked her once and then jammed his tongue into her hole.

Her exquisite taste drove all other thoughts from his mind as he probed and licked around her whole. Almost by accident, Jakes nose brushed against her clit sending a shudder through her body. Myra's legs clamped down on the sides of his head and her hands grabbed his hair, holding him in place.

Reaching down, Jake pulled his sweats down as he began kissing up her body again. Laying fully on top of Myra, both of them breathing fast and shallow, Jake's cock lay between her lower lips resting on her clit.

Myra began grinding into Jake and a moan escaped his lips, as her quim coated his cock. Jake heard, "Yes, do it" and reached down and guided the head of his cock to her fissure and the magma tunnel within it.

Myra's fingers dug holes into Jakes back as the head touched her moist opening and as he was applying pressure to enter her, Jake felt the light headed feeling again and disappeared, leaving both of them groaning in disappointed want.

Jake found himself in the now deserted locker room, cock pointing up, glistening with her juices. Heading back into the showers, Jake turned it on, and quickly relieved his balls of the oceanic like pressure he felt there.

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Myra lay on her bed for a long while, staring up at the ceiling. What had she been thinking?! Her body was still hot from his touch, her pussy aching for release and he was gone. Perhaps the spell had more sense than she did! She barely knew him and was ready to give him her body. The imprint of his touch on her skin seemed to last forever. Never had she felt anything quite like it before.

Removing her dress, she slipped on her nightgown and slipped into bed, feeling restless and tired all at once. Her mind wondered why this was happening? Why him? Why from another world? Why had she let herself get so carried away?!

With a groan, she rolled over and closed her eyes, letting herself sink into dark sleep, hoping that tomorrow would bring some answers.

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A few days later and Myra was outside, her long skirts flowing around her as she played with the wind. Cedric watched her carefully as she braught forth the elements and played them like no other witch he had ever know. Her skills were unique and dangerous, making her one of the most powerful...but also untrained little witches. She needed more discipline and she was too pre-occupied with the appearance of this...boy. To Cedric, that's all he was. A mere mortal boy who's eyes were hungry for Myra.

"If you keep that up, little one, you'll burn the place down." Cedric called out, his voice laced with a hint of amusement as he watched her fan the fire element with wind.

The two flickered out with a snap of her fingers and Myra whirled to stare at her teacher. He was handsome...almost painfully so. Just like all the other warlocks and witches in the coven. And yet, for all his handsome beauty, she felt not a twinge of what she had felt for Jake.

"Sorry...my mind is elsewhere. I want answers and no one seems to have them. It makes no sense, Cedric. No sense that I can bring Jake to our world with a mere cleaning spell. For what purpose has this happened? For what reason?!"

She huffed and paced before him a little wild and a lot frustrated. "I don't know, Myra. Perhaps the the goddess has answers yet unspoken. Time will tell what he is about."

She rolled her eyes and went to sit with him, letting him pull her into a warm brotherly hug. "You must learn patience."

She let out a snort and giggled, "Never!"

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The next days passed with Jake in a daze. He had lost complete interest in women, none of them compared anymore to Myra. Throwing himself completely into school, football and Judo and Kendo. The comfort derived was primarily keeping to busy to think about what was missing.

Small gasps, light moans, an arching back. Plush breasts, flat belly, firm thighs holding him tight.

Saturday was a tough day. Jake played in a 1:05 kickoff, and then had a Judo match at 7:00. The game went well, after some ribbing from, and explaining to, the team mates that had seen him disappear. Fatigue and distraction cost him in his match as Jake lost pretty handily to his opponent. Using his Kendo stick as a walking stick, Jake was walking back to his room when he felt the light headed feeling coming back.

This time Jake found himself in some sort of bazaar. Myra was a few feet away from him with some man standing menacingly in front of her. "Hey leave her alone!"

The man turned toward Jake and pulled a wickedly curved, heavy bladed weapon from his side. "You will die for interfering, boy," the man hissed. Charging at Jake raising the blade over his head in both hands, the man began a hard strike down, only to hit the cobblestone. Jake rolled easily off to the left and swept the man's legs out from under him, sending him knees first onto the street. A sharp cry of pain roared from the man, as his thighs drove into his hips, the bladed weapon clattering onto the cobblestones.

Picking up the weapon and standing in front of the man, Jake knew he could not fight in a prolonged fight with the blade, it was too heavy and not balanced to his liking. Jake looked at Myra and asked, "Are you alright, and who is this guy?"