The Erosceror

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Story Prompt: “It was the last night of _____”

It was the last night of her training, and Natalia sat in contemplation in the utter dark of the training room.  It was below the Master’s dungeons, unlit, the door into it formed only at a special keyword, that only he knew.  Magic kept the air fresh; depth kept it pleasantly cool.  There was no light, no sound from anywhere, and no way to escape.  No one was coming for her either.  She was trapped.

Of course, she was a trained erosceror; well, almost trained.  This last test would confirm her training, and her ability as a magic-wielder.  It wasn’t a matter of weakness — the weak never made it this far.  No, it was a matter of control.  Up until now, her magics were controlled by her master.  She had to prove she was the master of her own magic, or she was too dangerous.

So here she was, far from anyone else, so that they would be safe no matter what happened.  If she couldn’t control her own magic, the Others would control her through it, and the Others would use her to destroy her people, or to generally cause mischief if they were particularly blind, depending on how benign they were.

The problem was, at least in part, she was an erosceror.  She had some power alone, but her power came from the love and lust of two (or more!) people merged together.   That she could draw on easily and powerfully, but by herself, she could barely summon light, or spark a flame.

She had walked the room after being transported there — at first to find the door (sometimes these tests were easy, if you thought about it) — and then to see if there was any furniture.  There was a small desk that she’d left alone, and a plush carpet in the center of the room, and nothing else.  For now, she sat near the center of the room, her legs crossed, her robes wrapped around her, as she pondered what she would do next.

“Well,” Natalia said to herself.  “You’re just delaying the inevitable.”  Which was true, she knew this would be alone, and she knew what that meant for an erosceror.   Which was why she’d worn what she had — simple robes and nothing else.  She untied the cotton robes, and bunched them comfortably under her head as she lay down.  She got comfortable quickly, this was an exercise she’d done often, both alone and under her Master’s tutelage.  Besides, it was fun.

She cupped a breast in each hand, feeling their comfortable weight and volume, the pleasure of her own touch.  She squeezed slightly, feeling the pressure.  Most eroscerors were kinky, but not all, and Natalia was no exception.  She didn’t hurt herself much, but she squeezed tighter, feeling the beginnings of pain, and moved her right hand to her left nipple, and pinched it a bit.  ”Yes,” she said aloud.  She felt her labia begin to grow in expectation; she felt power begin to develop in her sacral chakra, opening the gateway to the Otherealm where all magic originated.

She slid her hand down between her legs, parting her lips, and sliding her middle finger between their folds.  She gently caressed herself, touching around her clitoris, and then sliding her finger inside to touch the rough,sensitive places within. With her left hand, she continued to squeeze and pull on her breasts and nipples.  Natalia felt her pleasure grow, and opened the second – the chakra most closely related to sexuality and creation — to the power from the other world, her sexual arousal a draw and channel for the power.

Her whole body warmed with power.  Her nipples, her pussy, and her clit were hot with the magic and her arousal.  Her left hand worked her breasts teasing and mauling.  Her right hand moved back and forth over her g-spot.  She formed the simple syllables to make the light — creating things was what eroscerors did the best.  A small light sprung into existence above her, but she shut her eyes to stay in the dark erotic space she’d been in.

She began rubbing her clit in earnest, feeling her arousal and power fill her body.   She rose a few inches off the floor, as she began to chant a spell to capture the power of her orgasm.  A simple chant, starting low, almost moans that rose up the musical scale to a high, feverous pitch that exploded out of her.  The energy of the Otherealm passed through her, and gathered above her. She fell back to the ground, but barely noticed the fall — that was normal.

Natalia laughed to herself, giddy with orgasm and the flow of power.  She gathered the collected power up between her hands, holding the crackling energy like a ball.  The small light she’d created floated up behind and above her.  She blinked to get her eyes used to the light and looked around the room.

It looked like any other dungeon room: bare stone walls.  The only decorations were the rug she was on and a desk filled with minor ritual supplies.  On one wall was painted a complicated diagram, which Natalia realized was a spell.

“A portal spell!” she said, laughing.  Just what she needed — a door.

She walked over to it, and began to chant it out, drawing the power from the ball between her hands.  The runes on the wall illuminated, glowing bright orange as she spoke the focusing syllables.  There were several there she barely recognized, but the spell wanted to be said.  It demanded that she speak it like a dominant lover, one who takes all you give and more, leaving you breathless and submissive and sated.

Natalia couldn’t help but say the spell.  Her nipples perked up, and her clit sent little shocks through her system as she spoke.  It was arousing and seductive and rode her previous orgasm to greater heights.  The runes continued in a spiral, ever inward, and her arousal grew as she spoke them.  Her cunt distended with power, filling her fully with it.

Finally, she got to the on in the center, breathless and panting.  She spoke the final syllable, and again she was wracked in orgasm and power.  The ball between her hands gone into the spell, and all the new energy flowed out of her.  Out of her hands and mouth and cunt, and into the spiralling runes of the wall.

The entire wall flashed orange, the color of her magic, and that of the sacral chakra.  The orange runes faded away, replaced by the circular mandala that represented her magic.  It flashed again as the last of her energy powered it, and it became not a symbol, but a view-port into another world.  “The Otherealm,” she whispered.

It looked as though the wall was gone, but truly the portal sat slightly on top of it.  Orange light showed through, illuminating and tinting the room she stood in.  One of the Others, who appeared to be a tall, well endowed man looked back at her, and she realized the view-port was two way.  A dry wind blew out of it, and she heard the Other call and beckon her.

Natalia realized it wasn’t just a for looking. It was a door.

She stepped through, and the test of her power truly began.

She felt great.