She looked down at me with that cocky expression of hers and continued grinding against the length of my manhood. One of her hands glided along her bare midriff before her fingers started working at her belt buckle. The implications of where she was going with this caused me to instinctively grab hold of her hips and apply my own strength to ramp up the speed with which she rubbed against me.My eyes were fastened to her hand, hypnotized by the motions of her fingers. A low chuckle sounded from her and with a click she unfastened her belt. I mindlessly moved my hands from her hips to help unbutton her pants. She let out a sigh rich with approval as it came undone. “So impatient…” she said with amusement. Her delicate hand pushed past mine and slipped into her pants. In the next instant, a vibration of pleasure rippled through her. She let out a moan as her free hand went to one of her tits and went to work. I reached out and groped her other breast while my other hand went t

After the warden and I woke up from our nap, she dragged me back to Stone Lock so she could grab a change of clothes before continuing the day’s training. “Wait here,” she said as we entered the lounge centered in the main room of the prison. “Sure, but before you go off to change…” I said, recalling a conversation we’d had on my second day after arriving at the jail. “I landed a hit, so that means you’re going to wear something more practical now, right?” A smile pulled at my lips as my eyes trailed down her body. Due to not bothering to button it back up, the button-up beneath her coat had remained open, revealing some of her flat stomach and enticing breasts. She’d let out a sigh. “Indeed, despite it being the product of a strategy I suggest not attempting in a real battle, you did land a blow… If you wish, I will wear combat attire.” I eyed her slender legs and the tight white pants which covered them. The part of me who loved those pants demanded that I tell her I’d chang

A few months before my uncle had his misadventure in international waters, I’d helped out at his pawn shop. My parents had told me getting some real world work experience would be a good use of time before afternoons at the Grayfield Learning Center. Though, I'd often wondered since then if my mom had a blindspot for her brother. Because while her and my dad’s reasoning at the time had made sense, in practice the decision to work at Uncle Allan’s shop had been… questionable. It’d been a dingy hole in the wall with a reputation for being a bit sketchy because of how my uncle didn’t place much scrutiny on the potentially ill-gotten booty he bought and sold. Because of this, the people who came into the shop never batted an eye at a sixteen year old doing random busywork, such as cleaning the gun display. Wiping down the case had been my favorite part of the day because most of the other stuff in my uncle’s shop was uninteresting junk ranging from gaudy watches to old blenders. All

Sprawled over half the couch, legs hanging over the armrest at the knees, I looked up at the warden. She returned my gaze, sitting close enough for the top of my head to press lightly against her thigh. “A gun’s a kind of weapon from my world. It shoots small bits of metal called ‘bullets’ at really high speeds,” I said, answering her question. “So it grants capabilities similar to my magic as a Earthbolt?” “Uh, just the shooting part, but yeah.” “Is it like a bow? Do you carry these bullets on your person as you would a quiver of arrows?” “Sort of… you can carry some with you, but the way you use them is by loading the bullets into the gun. After that you can fire them one at a time before needing to put in more. The one I made can hold six shots before I need to reload it.” “Interesting… and you know how to make these bullets?” During my research about revolvers when I’d worked at my uncle’s shop, I’d looked a bit into how bullets are made, making me think I could conjure s

A loud crack echoed through the grasslands as the gun fired without breaking apart or otherwise malfunctioning. “Yes!” I whooped. “It worked then?” The warden’s voice was excited and bright, seeming to absorb and resonate with my delight.“Yeah,” I replied before running back towards the revolver and scooping it up from the stand. Flicking the gun to the side, the cylinder clicked free to reveal the spent shell of the bullet in one of the chambers. Shit, I can’t believe it worked on the first try. Maybe my magic helped somehow? Like, I know I saw the exact specifications for this bullet and the revolver when I’d looked them up online a few years ago. Maybe my magic filled in the blanks based off of those memories – even if I don’t remember them perfectly myself…? Or maybe I really am just that good?After a moment of considering the relative ease of my success, I landed on ‘who gives a shit, it worked’ and my grin widened.The stand dispersed into a cloud of glittering blue light a