Lust and Legends - Chapter 2 - Part 2

Chapter 2 - Part 2

The second call sounded far more amused, as well as determined to get a reply. Figuring that he had little choice at this point, and not really wanting to be found cowering behind a bush, Julius muttered a rather vile curse aimed at that blasted necromancer chick, and spoke up.

"I'm fine."

He also winced at the higher pitch of his voice, immediately having second thoughts about having said anything at all. The sound of soft footfalls from the direction of the fire had him sighing again, and reluctantly, before she could simply wander over and take a peek, he grabbed the discarded shirt laying on the grass and made an attempt to cover himself as he stepped out from the bush's concealment.

The way his voice had changed must have been something of a clue, but even so Lethiel's reaction to the sight that greeted her was... not a lot, actually. One delicate eyebrow went up slightly, but other than that she showed little sing of surprise, shock, statement... Hell, he'd have settled for her lobbing a fireball or something at him instead of the slow, considering sweep of her gaze that she gave him from head to toe.

"Ah," she muttered finally, just as he was about to say something himself. "That would explain that."

"Explain what?"

His reply was probably sharper than she might have appreciated, but there was no comment on that score. Instead, she just waved a hand vaguely in his direction. "The alteration aura you carry. It's quite clear to those who know how to look, but I must admit this was... not quite the reason I had expected."

Julius shot her a glare as he tried to arrange the shirt to cover as much as possible. Unfortunately, there was rather more to cover now than he usually cared about having exposed. And he really was feeling exposed just then, and not only because of the fact he wasn't wearing anything. The elf's gaze had yet to do anything but roam over him, and he almost dreaded to think what was going on inside her head as she took the time to conduct an apparently thorough study of the changes that had just befallen him.

"Any chance you'll stop ogling me any time soon?"

The way she smirked back at him wasn't exactly reassuring, but after another second or so she did in fact turn away and head back to sit on the log by the fire. "Relax," she said with an airy wave as she went. "There's nothing there I've not seen before. In fact, I actually have quite intimate knowledge of such things."

"That meant to make me feel better," he demanded.

"It should. There's also nobody else around for miles, but if it helps..."

With a shrug, she reached up to the fastening of her cloak, working them free and shrugging the thing off of her shoulders. With just as little fuss, she unlaced the collar of her own shirt as well, dragging it over her head and leaving Julius staring in open-mouthed surprise as she simply tossed it aside and sat there smiling faintly at him. As he tried to process what he was seeing, as well as drag his eyes off her petite - but very nice - breasts, she merely sat there, bare above the waist apart from her black silk gloves and the silver necklace that sat snugly around her throat.

"There", she said amiably. "Isn't that better. Now stop being silly and come sit down."

Something about her calm, businesslike tone had him taking half a step before his brain caught up. When he caught himself, though, he had to admit that there really was little point trying to pretend like nothing had happened... and besides, if she was willing to treat the situation as nothing special, then maybe he could too...

A minute or so passed as Julius' mind churned, then he finally heaved a sigh and let the awkwardly clutched shirt drop.

"Much better," Lethiel observed, then picked up her bowl and went back to eating, apparently paying him no real attention at all.

Frowning, Julius tried to figure out why that might be. After all, it wasn't as if this sort of shit was an everyday occurrence, yet she was treating it as if there was no reason to even comment. And a weird little spark of self-esteem pricked up as well, taking offence at the idea that there was nothing for the elf to look at that was worth comment. Okay, so there was no way he was going to be able to come close to the kind of innate grace the elf had in her movements, but when he looked down at himself, he couldn't help but think that at least his tits were bigger.

Gah! What the fuck am I thinking of that for?

That said, he could always use the excuse that suddenly having found himself wearing a female version of his usual body was pretty distracting. And at least he didn't have to worry about any potentially embarrassing reactions to the semi-naked female body being so casually displayed in front of him.

Fuck that. I want to have to hide a hard-on. Or even not hide it, and see what she does. I want my dick back!

Suddenly annoyed with pretty much the universe in general, Julius stalked over to the log, trying hard to ignore the say of his own hips as he walked, as well as the way other things sifted with each movement as well. He'd occasionally wondered how the hells women managed to walk properly with so much jigging around, but ever since that curse had been slapped on him he'd had to learn. Actually, he hadn't, since it had come so easily to him, but that was something else he didn't really want to think too hard about.

"So," Lethiel asked as Julius dropped the shirt on the log and sat his bare butt somewhat gingerly on it. "Triggered by... what? The lemon?"

"Yeah," Julius grunted sulkily, and the elf looked thoughtful for a few seconds.

"That's weird. Whoever put the whammy on you must have had a seriously strange mind."

That got her another grunt, this time of sincere agreement. Anything more than that was lost in Julius' attempts not to mentally compare the curvy girl-form he currently wore with the one sat next to him. Sadly, every time Lethiel shifted a bit, his attention tried to leap toward what she had on display. And since the only alternative his brain could come up with was to watch the way her leather pants seemed to mould themselves to her legs, he was pretty sure this was not going to be an easy conversation.

With a determined effort, though, he made himself concentrate on something else entirely, locking his attention onto the fire and working on keeping his newly-feminine voice calm and even as he spoke. "Done some investigating on hos to break it, but didn't get much. Only found one person who had any idea at all, and all she gave me was an explanation in a language I don't even recognise."

He fell silent, then let out a grumpy snort. "And neither does anyone else I've talked to about it. Not that I've been exactly eager to advertise."

"I can understand that," Lethiel said softly, and there was a hint of something in her tone, a wisp of something that might have been either sadness or anger, that had him looking over at her again. At which point she shrugged, and his eyes snapped straight back to something less... bouncy. "Let's hear it. You never know, I might just be able to help."

For a long few moments, Julius stayed silent, then shrugged as well. Since he was in it this far with her, he saw little real reason not to go along with her suggestion. And who knew, maybe as a magic user - and a more educated one than the type he usually got to talk to - she might have something to offer. And if he was really lucky, he might even be able to afford for her to share it.

"Ihk wer chikohk ekess vdri, wux zklaen clax vi wer seeid di vi sthyr sari dout calti."

As he spoke, Julius slanted a look Lethiel's way, and blinked in surprise at the intent way she seemed to be staring at him. Whatever the fuck these words meant, that look had him thinking she definitely understood them... and she must have known there was more to come when she gestured impatiently for him to continue.

"Ekess sulta coi, wux zklaen guyya jacida ghergo."

Silence fell when he stopped, with only the breeze and the crackling of the fire to be heard for what seemed like a very long time indeed. As he waited for some sort of response from her, Julius looked out over the landscape that surrounded them, glad that darkness was well and truly falling by now, and wondering just how long she was going to keep looking at him like that.

In fact, that look was starting to get... distracting. Very distracting, in fact, and he hunched his shoulders a bit and turned to try and get the more visible assets he now had out of her direct view.

"Stop squirming," Lethiel snapped. "It draws the eye, not averts it. If you don't want someone staring at your tits, stop waving them about." Julius wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that, but she didn't give him much of a chance to anyway. "That was all this... consultant gave you?"

"Yes," he replied, "And it was more than enough work getting that much."

Like a hundred gold crowns and going down on her for so long his tongue hadn't worked right for hours afterwards. Not that he planned to share that bit.

"Well, you're in luck. It's Old Draconic, and I happen to be able to translate it for you. What I'm less sure about is how much you're going to want me to."

"What do you mean? Of course I do! If it tells me what the fuck I have to do to get rid of this bloody curse, then just tell me!"

Lethiel studied him in silence for a handful of seconds, then a slow, sly grin spread across her lips. "Okay," she chuckled. "But don't say I didn't warn you. To break the cures is simple enough. You just need to get pregnant."

For a moment, Julius simply didn't register what he was hearing, but when he did, he was surging to his feet with a depressingly girly "WHAT?"

"You heard," Lethiel shrugged. And for added fun, I can't tell you if that will revert you back to permanent manliness, or if you'll be locked the other way instead. Sorry."

Not that she sounded it, particularly. In fact, she sounded more like she found the entire situation vastly amusing. Stammering as he tried to get some sort of words into coherent order, Julius found himself suddenly wondering which prospect worried him most - letting some guy stick, amongst other things, a bun in the oven, or that fact that being stuck as a woman for good didn't seem like such a nightmarish thing after all...

"Question."

Dragging himself away from his desperately whirling thoughts, Julius tried to concentrate on the elf, who was waiting with a patiently curious expression.

"How long do these... let's call them episodes, usually last?"

"About a week," he managed after a moment, and she nodded thoughtfully.

"I may have an answer to that, but again..."

She let herself trail off, looking up at him with that little grin again, and he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face and trying to brace himself for what was no doubt going to be another dose of great news. "Lemme guess. Might not like the sound of it?"

Lethiel nodded, then decided to go ahead and say it. "The curse can be put to sleep, presumably reverting you back to normal, but the method of doing so will not cancel the whole deal. You'll still be susceptible to it being triggered again. And if you'd told me, by the way, we could have avoided all this in the first place."

The critical tone of her last words had Julius glaring at her once more, but the idea of a quick way out of the change had latched itself into his mind. Much as he might want to be pissed at her for coming up with things to blame him for at a time like this, he also really wanted to know what that escape clause was. On the other hand, maybe he didn't given what the first thing she'd revealed to him had been. But if he didn't know, he couldn't decide if it was worth it...

"Shit," he muttered. "How much worse could it be?"

"Done right," Lethiel replied evenly."Not at all."

Turning away, Julius walked off a few paces, trying not to imagine that she was watching his ass as he weighed up his options. Finally, he turned back again and sighed. "Go ahead. Tell me. What do I need to do."

The elf smiled again - or rather grinned - and he was sorely tempted to throw something at her. If there'd been anything to hand. That feeling was hard to keep hold of, though, because the longer he stood here exposed to her gaze, the more he found he actually wanted her looking at him. Or maybe even touching him. He certainly found it easy to imagine touching her, and it wasn't like he hadn't taken some time - after the shock had worn off - to indulge in a little exploration of what this body felt like.

In fact, just imagining the two of them together, exploring each other's feminine curves and valleys, was starting to make him feel the tingling feeling he'd already learned to associate with the girl version of a hardening cock.

Like she'd go along with that... Get a grip, dammit. This is not the time for fantasising. No matter how good she looks, or what you imagine it might be like to get your hands - and tongue - on that body...

Okay, that was definitely not helping.

Lethiel still hadn't answered the question, and Julius opened his mouth to say something about that fact - only to have the words go completely out of his head when he saw that the elf had pulled one of her gloves off, laying it on the log beside her before quite brazenly sucking a finger into her mouth. Still giving him that same smirking smile, she then calmly ran it across the ebony skin of one of her breasts, circling the tightening peak whilst she beckoned him closer with the other hand.

"Come closer, and I'll show you."

His own body was reacting to the sight of what she was doing, and the low, almost hypnotic way she spoke to him had Julius stepping toward her without really being all that conscious that he'd done it.

"What you need to do," Lethiel purred, "Is to take the first steps toward the cure. I'm sure you're man enough to know what goes where, hmm?"

She rose to her feet, a smooth movement that carried all the grace of her kind in it, and walked closer. "You do know what I mean, don't you?"

"Y-yes," Julius stammered, mouth suddenly dry at the sight of the deep elf stalking toward him. And that was the only way he could think of to describe it, the causal , almost arrogant saunter of a predator... and any thought of backing away was pushed out of his head by the simple fact that his body was getting hotter by the moment.

"Good..."

Lethiel reached him, resting her gloved hand on his bare shoulder as she slipped around behind him. Leaning forward, she put her lips close enough to his ear that he could feel her warm breath on his skin... and the shivers it sent through him. "Then you know that I'm talking about letting yourself be fucked."

A realisation came to Julius then, one that he realised had been pecking away at his awareness for a while, trying to get is attention. There'd been little hints here and there, tiny clues in the way Lethiel had been acting, that suddenly crashed together in his mind. She'd not been as disinterested as she'd seemed. Not at all, if how she was being right now was any clue. In fact, he suspected she'd just been hiding it behind a mask... one she'd now let fall away.

"B-but..." he managed after a couple of hard swallows, his voice husky and more than a little breathless as he tried to convince himself that the idea of what she was suggesting was totally out of the question. And failing. "That needs something neither of us have right now."

Lethiel's response was a low, evil laugh, and Julius found himself being pushed downward, the hand on his shoulder pressing him down to his bare knees in the grass. The elf's other hand caught his wrists, holding them together until he heard her whisper something and felt a firm, unyielding pressure wrap itself around them. Trying to pull them apart, he found that he couldn't. Whatever it was she'd done back there, his hands were securely bound behind his back, and all his attempts to free them seemed to achieve was to draw another chuckle from the elf.

Stepping around in front of him, Lethiel caught his chin with her bare hand, tipping it upwards so that he had little choice but to look up the length of her bare torso and into her eyes. Eyes that had more than a glint of playful hunger in them right now. The elf's lips parted as she ran her tongue over them, the kind of gesture of someone who's about to enjoy a tasty treat, then her grip shifted. Lethiel's hand moved to cup the back of his head, and Julius found his cheek being pressed against her body, just below her waist. He might have said something, if he'd been able to find his voice, but any thought of what went out of his head entirely as he realised his face was being held a bare inch away from a quite definite bulge in the leather of her pants.

"I wouldn't be quite so sure of that, if I were you."

To be continued?

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