Time Slip into a Reverse World

Linhart was waiting on the bed in the Phoenix Room when Celes returned.

His eyes were loosely covered by a black blindfold. It was the same one Maeve had used, but now it served a different purpose. It was protecting Linhart’s eyes and his mind.

Celes’ light steps were the only indication of her arrival. From a narrow gap in the material, he could make out a stretch of floor between the hallway and her bed. Her delicate slipper-clad feet stepped into his field of vision, and he adjusted the blindfold so that even that was blocked out.

“How did you enter my room without an invitation?” she asked, her voice was low and dangerous, but she didn’t attack him with magic, and that was a good sign.

“You did invite me, don’t you remember?” he replied sharper than he meant to. He rose to his feet to meet her.

“I’ll uninvite you! You’re no longer welcome in the Phoenix Room.” she spat back. She was on edge, and he could hear in her voice that she did not like this situation.

Linhart knew that provoking her was unavoidable, but if she killed him here before he could interrogate her, this loop would’ve been pointless.

“Is that really how you want our relationship to start?” he asked soothingly.

She was right in front of him now. He reached his hand out and it closed around something soft and silky. He had accidentally grabbed her breast. He struggled to gauge her reaction and keep calm, as he squeezed the small titty like he was honking a horn.

Somehow, he sensed some of her tension melting away.

“Mmmm… were we lovers then?” she demanded, her voice still too angry, but she was filled with desire as well. Keeping her horny and taking off the edge would serve to loosen her lips, so he kept his hand there, caressing her breast, feeling the nipple harden through the thin material.

“Why are you hiding your eyes? Look upon me and fall in love again. Ooow!”

“Why didn’t you bring Octavia with you?”

“The less that interfering bitch knows the better! Why did you want her here so bad? To watch me take your body for the first time?”

Linhart clicked his tongue and pinched her nipple soundly.

“No. She was my assurance that you wouldn’t try to imprison me, as you have in the past,” he said with heat in his voice. “Luckily I took other steps to prevent that from happening. You ask what the blindfold is for?”

He tapped the bridge of his nose.

“You’ve already noticed that I am susceptible to your glamor and enchanted robes. If I take this off, no doubt I will fall under your spell once more. So, let’s talk and make love, but the blindfold must stay on if we are to remain equal partners.”

“Equal partners?” she said, laughing hollowly. He wished he could see her expression.

“Fine. Why don’t you start by explaining our relationship, while I get more comfortable.”

She twisted in Linhart’s grasp, he heard a swish of silk, then a moment later she was back within his grasp. Her bare breast pressed to his hand, cool to the touch. He risked a peek from the bottom of his blindfold and saw her glittering gown discarded by his feet, a pair of gold panties soon joined it.

“You’re not talking… Mnemon.”

He steadied his breath and then began. “My name isn’t Mnemon, it’s Linhart Aetherion, and I’m enrolled as a freshman Fighter.”

The words began to pour from his lips, and as they did, he could sense that she was paying very close attention. About the battle that had first sent him here, the encounter he had had with her and Octavia, which he chose to omit a lot of details that he’d prefer she not know. He didn’t think she’d like to hear how they had to tie her up and stick his dick in her ass.

Celes listened without interruption. While she did so, her hands got busy removing his clothing as well. First his vest, then his shirt. She knelt down at that point, and he could see, through his thin field of vision, her tongue reach out of her pretty little mouth and lick all over his chest and nipples. Then she removed his pants.

“I’m going to lie down. You can do what you want, but do not cast a spell on me or remove my blindfold.”

“You should trust me not to do that…” she purred, pushing him backward until he fell onto the bed. Linhart noted that she didn’t say she wouldn’t, but he let it pass, and accepted her advances as she spread his legs wide and dove in between, leading with her tongue.

“Mmmm…” he hummed.

Linhart couldn’t deny the raw pleasure that her oral attack was dealing to him. He could see her beautiful elf-like face running up and down his shaft, but he closed his eyes, trying to maintain focus. His dick was pulsing with energy. Was she really not using magic? It just felt too good!

“Tell me what you came to tell me,” she commanded. Her voice had become contemptuous again. That was a bad sign. Somehow she knew she’d gotten the upper hand. “Then I will decide what to do with you.”

“You made a deal with me. You have to honor it.” he declared.

“I remember no such deal!” she shot back, leaping on top of him.

She was a tiny whirlwind of motion, light as a feather she moved into position. She was pressing down on his chest, and then he felt her thighs straddling his and the heat of her lips rubbing against the tip of his spit-covered rod.

Linhart’s hands reached out to grip her narrow waist, in an attempt to guide her movements. Her hips in his hands felt narrow and delicate, but the woman was anything but that. She slapped his hands soundly, manipulating them until he was gripping her chest. A small titty in each hand.

“Aaauughn… Squeeze harder Linhart,” she gasped, her fingers scratching down his chest. “Tell me all your secrets while I claim your virgin dick.”

“Ungh… I can’t focus… aahh… while your pussy is squeezing me like that… Ungh… let me do it!”

“Nooo… Aaaughn… Fuck! It’s getting biiiggggger!”

Celes was warbling like a songbird. The high-pitched sounds of joy mixed with pain filled the room. Her legs spread wider, and her narrow slit threatened to tear as she forced her body further onto his swollen cock. She didn’t stop, however, being hell-bent on enveloping as much of it as she could. Her legs started to piston her hips slowly up and down.

For minutes she struggled, moving her body in increments and letting out groans of pleasure, as he caressed her tits encouragingly. All talk of secrets had stopped. Passion had taken over. She was so tight, he was fighting to hold back as well.

“I’m going to cum, Celes,” he gasped. “Let me do the moving and I’ll make sure we finish together.”

She paused in her efforts, gasping for breath.

“Uuuggnnh… I will make you cum… and then I’ll make you mine…”

Her hand came away from his chest, and he felt her tense up as her body shifted. She was about to do something stupid.

“Nooo… Don’t do it!” he bellowed. He grabbed for her hands but it was too late. She whipped off the blindfold off his eyes, leaving him blinking in the bright light, looking up at her and her ravenous expression.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you…” he muttered with disdain, then he shouted out, proclaiming loudly, “I need help, she's attacking me!”

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Xenia’s POV

Xenia loved young men. Especially young Fighter boys.

There’s something about a boy who was prepared, despite being physically inferior, to face a girl in the fighting ring, and isn’t afraid of having his body touched or grabbed.

That’s why, when Xenia saw Linhart fighting in the ring, wrestling with complete disregard for his delicate body or the huge weak point that was showing through his pants, she knew he was a different class of Fighter.

But at the time, she had no idea just how different he was.

She had met him at the Spire, a place that no Fighter in their right mind would want to go. Xenia had avoided this cursed place for the past 10 years, but it was after dark and the mages were all out at the Last Meal, so now was as good a time as ever. Calm as a summer sea, he said, “You’ve got to hold onto me tight.”

That was right before he stretched out her training top and stuck his head up between her tits. One wild ride later, and they were sneaking into the mage’s bedroom. Hand in hand, he escorted her to the wardrobe and asked her to get inside.

She was completely naked, except for a special tool she wore, strapped around her hips and crotch. Linhart had said it wasn’t necessary for her to be naked as well, but she had insisted, saying, “If I am going to defend you without your clothes on, then I too will be without clothes.”

He didn’t argue with her, and his brown eyes had glittered with a strange fervor. He had closed her in and waited.

By the Twelve! Who was this kid? Her blood was on fire and she couldn’t remember ever feeling this turned on before. It didn’t matter anymore if she was reprimanded for this evening, it was all worth it.

It took all her will-power not to spring out and strike the moment that woman started to bully him. It was even harder to stay put when she’d pushed him down on the bed and forced herself on him. But she’d stayed put, watching the mage’s scrawny butt easing up and down on his monster cock through a narrowly opened door.

“It’ll serve you right if it rips you in to,” she muttered under her breath. Gods, how she despised Celes Callistos. She had a high and mighty attitude and a reputation as a virgin-hunter. What a bitch!

“I need help, she's attacking me!”

The boy was calling. Now was the moment. She didn’t even think as she leapt out of the wardrobe and tackled the Stratega Mage in a single motion.

The boy was still screaming. The words came out like magic being invoked.

“Celestherynna, I invoke your true name! You cannot use magic against myself or this woman.”

Celes let out a screech of outrage. Thrashing around, her nails were clawing at him, so Xenia wrestled them behind her back, being careful to avoid her touch.

She was desperately trying to see who was on her back. Xenia grinned and with one hand she slipped an old sac over her head. She’d be able to breathe through it but just barely. A wicked satisfaction hit Xenia at the sound of the mage retching. Until an hour ago, the sac had been stuffed full of rotting potatoes.

“Uuggh… Xenia I saw your hair! I know it’s you,” Celes screeched.

“Damn right it’s me,” she declared, slapping her on the ass, “Now get off his dick.”

“No, Xenia,” Linhart said from beneath her. “I’m going to stay inside her while you do that thing we talked about.”

“Oh right,” she replied, shaking her head. He didn’t act like any boy she’d ever met, but his confidence told her that she should follow his lead for now. “Celes, Linhart here is going to ask you some questions. It’s in your best interest to answer them truthfully.”

She pushed Celes’ butt down hard, so her legs spread out like a dead fish. Her ‘special tool’ was now resting against Celes’ back. Then she spat a glob of saliva on her middle finger and moved it down between her round little buttcheeks, rubbing the saliva around the clenched hole.

“First I need the truth from you,” Linhart said, grunting. His hands were gripping her hips and he was moving inside of her in short strokes.

“Celestherynna, you must answer truthfully or not answer at all. Were you aware that the wizards are operating out of the Spire?”

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