Chapter 4

“Why did you come running out of the house calling for me?” Titus asked later that night.

“I don’t know. I just had a strong feeling you needed me,” Alise replied with a shrug. She sat on his lap as they enjoyed the heat of the fireplace. It had become her favorite place to sit after supper. Although tonight, her usual butt wiggling to get them both aroused was absent.

“I think I owe Goddess Saili a heartfelt thank you.”

“You think it was her?”

“I’m almost certain of it.”

“Alise, We haven’t slept in the same bed since the inn, and I understand it’s to keep us from being tempted, but I could use some company tonight.”

“If you need me tonight, you can have me, Titus. You’re hurting, and if I can make you feel better, then we can come up with a different reward for finishing your training.”

“I appreciate it, and I very badly want to take you up on that. But I think I just need your presence and to hold you in my arms tonight more than making love.” Titus noted the stirring in his pants and frowned, “Though I think someone disagrees with me.”

“I’m just glad you still want me after all the frustration I’ve caused,” she said, shifting in his lap. “I’ll join you, but I’ll be wearing underwear, and they will be staying on.”

“Understood.”

Titus awoke in the middle of the night to Alise’s lips on his cock. Within a minute of his waking, she had extracted and swallowed the contents of his balls and curled up in front of him again while he recovered.

Before he could ask why, she said, “You may have wanted to keep tonight chaste, but once you were asleep, your friend had other ideas and nearly got inside my underwear. I figure that should put him to rest until morning. Now go back to sleep.” Taking his hand, she put it on her bare breast before scooting around to get comfortable.

Titus could hardly complain and gave her a gentle squeeze before they both nodded off.

A light dusting of snow covered the field as Titus held out his hand and spoke the final word of the fireball incantation. He felt his mana drain into the spell before a spark of fire flew from his palm into the sky.

The spark reached the end of its travel and exploded with a pop that would have made a firecracker proud.

“Grrr,” he snarled. “Why is this so damn difficult? I’ve mastered damn near every spell below this, but I can’t cast a damn fireball? What the hell?”

“I don’t know,” said Alise, coming up behind him holding a basket containing their lunch in her mitten covered-hands. She looked cute in the leather coat with a fur-lined hood to keep her ears warm she wore over her brown dress. Much to his disappointment, she had begun wearing leggings and boots as the weather turned colder. Though the change in wardrobe gave his cock more time to rest, he missed her casually flashing her sex and bottom at him. “When you used the shout spell in town, you didn’t seem to have any problem with distance.”

Titus shook his head. “That was different. My voice just passed through the spell’s amplification. Everything that happened afterward was just physics.”

“You put a lot of importance on this magic-like ‘physics’ from your old world.”

“It’s not magic, but a set of rules that govern how the world works around us. My shout spell created a pressure wave, and that was what blew the mayor’s clothes around and hurt their ears.”

Alise seemed momentarily lost in thought before saying, “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Are you following the spark like the book said?”

“Yes. I’ve watched it every time.”

“Not with your eyes, with your will.”

“How do I follow something with my will?”

“By seeing the spark as it flies and using your will to keep the spell’s magic inside it. If you don’t, the magic bleeds away before it reaches its target.”

“That would have been handy to know earlier.”

“Your shout spell made me think you already understood that.”

“That’s fair.”

Titus held out his hand and cast the fireball spell again with a similar result.

“All the spells you’ve learned target things you are touching or near to,” said Alise. “Enforcing your will at a distance is difficult at best.” She held up the basket. “Take a break, fill your belly, and try again.”

He snatched the basket from her while wrapping an arm around her waist. Alise squeaked as he pulled her close and kissed her. “You’re too good to me.”

“No, I’m not,” she said, slipping out of his embrace and taking the basket back. “I’m impatient.” She pulled the heavy, quilted cloth off the top of the basket to reveal two lidded ceramic crocks sitting in bowl cozies.

Not long before coming to Calar, Titus had seen someone at the office use the quilted, cupped bowl holders for the first time to keep from burning their hands pulling lunch out of the microwave. Alise used them all the time since they often ate out in front of the fireplace now instead of the cooler dining room, and soups and stews were the perfect meal after spending most of the day out in the chill fall weather.

The pig girl said a quick incantation and sat down on a round, floating platform that appeared beside her. Titus did the same before taking the lid off the crock and placing it in the basket while also grabbing one of the two spoons lying inside.

Alise didn’t do things like create the magical seat back when he first arrived. Back then, she reserved her magic for more important uses. But since she and Titus began getting intimate, using her magic had become a common, almost trivial, occurrence. When he asked her about her casual use of magic, she claimed that a handful of spells a day was all she could manage before he arrived, so she needed to be cautious in case a real emergency arose. But now, despite casting many more spells over the course of the day, even though they were mostly cantrips, she didn’t feel any noticeable drain on her mana anymore.

Casting Fireball was the only spell tapping Titus’s mana with any significance, but that was expected. The Hero was supposed to have deep magic reserves to draw from.

They ate the stew inside the crocks in silence as Titus turned over the conundrum of ranged magic in his head. Would it help to imagine a barrier containing the fireball’s spark as it traveled away from him? Maybe see his will as the barrel of a gun or cannon? Or maybe as a mini black hole, constantly drawing the mana inward.

Alise returned her empty bowl to the basket and watched as Titus finished his meal. He sat there for a minute with the empty crock in his lap, staring off into space until she took it from him and placed it beside hers.

“I have an idea,” she said.

“Please, I’m all ears.”

“When you aren’t thinking about magic, you think a lot with your cock.”

“I feel you are partially to blame for that. You turn me on, you know you turn me on, you enjoy turning me on, and so, you do it as often as you can.”

“I happily admit all of that, but you can’t blame everything on me.”

“Very true. Even without your help, it seems like this body gets wood at the slightest breeze,” said Titus, frowning at the tent forming in his pants just from thinking about Alise’s teasing. “It’s almost like when I went through puberty in my old body.”

“My idea was to use that, kind of like your incentive, but a little more direct,” she said, placing the basket on the ground.

With a glance at his crotch, Titus sighed. “I haven’t heard your plan and somebody’s all for it. What were you thinking?”

“Cast Magic Hand.”

The Magic Hand spell was one of the first indications that Alise was more skilled with magic than she let on. The spell in the grimoires was mostly like the telekinesis cantrip, except that it created a ghostly hand that could pick up and move heavier objects. It could also be made into a fist the mage could use to attack. Alise learned the spell years ago but rarely used it after accidentally crushing a flower vase. It took about two months for her to learn enough to add tactile feedback to the spell, then another two months to make the magic hand mimic the caster’s. The pig-girl’s version allowed the caster to feel the pressure the magic hand exerted on whatever it picked up and made the spell capable of fine manipulation by performing the desired movements themselves. The original spell was still more appropriate in a fight since punching something with the new one would hurt, but the utility of Alise’s was more suited for everyday use.

As Titus cast the spell, Alise hopped off the floating disc and hiked up her dress. She pulled her leggings and underwear down to her ankles before sitting again and scooting back. The pig-girl wore an impish smile as she lifted her legs and placed her heels on the edge of the disc before letting her knees fall to either side. Her eyes locked on to Titus’s as she lifted the bottom hem of her dress, shivering as the chilly wind brushed across her bare legs and exposed sex.

“Pleasure me,” she said with a glance at the ghostly hand.

Titus raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Give me release, and you will get a reward now as well as tonight.”

“Sounds like a deal,” he said as the hand moved forward.

Alise covered herself to protect her sex from the air’s chill until the magic hand arrived.

“I need to figure out how to trade the hand out for my cock,” said Titus as she moved her hand and he began teasing her outer lips.

“Focus,” she said, “The hand doesn’t share the warmth of your fingers. Bringing me release won’t be easy.”

Titus nodded and put his mind to his task. A couple minutes later, Alise sat on the disc, panting with pleasure as two magical fingers teased that wonderful spot inside her. Mere seconds later, the hand vanished.

“What?” asked Titus, confused.

“An excellent first try,” said Alise, hopping off the disc and pulling her leggings up with a hiss as the cold fabric pressed against her thighs and sex. “You made it further than I expected.”

Titus realized then that Alise had been moving the floating disc backwards, and there were now a handful of paces between them. He’d been so wrapped up giving her an orgasm he hadn’t noticed her slowly moving away.

“I don’t get to try again?”

“The petals of my flower are nearly frozen. No,” she said, coming back to retrieve the basket. “Think about the focus it took to maintain the spell as I drifted away, then try to apply that to another spell. Not fireball, though. Use another ranged spell so you don’t burn yourself to a crisp.” She dragged the back of her hand over the bulge in his pants. “I’ll see you back at home.”

He made leaps and bounds in holding his spells together at range with Alise’s help. She complained about feeling dissatisfied when he did finally bring her to climax, but only because it wasn’t his fingers touching her. Even so, when he did get her off, she kept her end of the bargain enthusiastically, if a bit quickly because of winter’s chill. The nights he was successful, she often demanded he finger her again to make up for missing out on his warmth earlier. Titus hardly complained as he knew the pig-girl’s warm mouth and soft lips would be wrapped around his cock shortly afterward.

But Titus didn’t spend all his time practicing. Winter brought new challenges he had never experienced living in the modern world. Heat was a constant concern, though having a house built into the side of a hill made keeping the inside warm significantly easier. But still, wood needed to be split and stacked the same way he and Alise had been doing since he arrived, and traps needed to be set in the piling snow for meat and fur. The only thing they didn’t need to worry about was mending. With Alise’s expanded mana reserves, the pile of clothes and towels needing repair had vanished in a flurry of magic spells.

Titus didn’t escape learning how to sew by hand. Spells could repair a torn shirt but couldn’t make a new one, and the supplies from Lylean included fabric for new clothes. Within days of Alise showing him how to sew, she informed him he would be sewing his own shirt.

“In dungeons, there are occasionally anti-magic floors, and I’ve heard of a few places out in the world where magic doesn’t work or is extremely weak. Casting a mending spell won’t be an option if you get a hole in your pants there,” she explained. “Once you have sewing down, we’ll start on leatherwork.”

Thankfully, Alise didn’t just teach him a few stitches and let him figure out the rest on his own. She watched over him closely and corrected any mistakes before he got far enough they would be a major pain to fix. By the end of the first day, he was already grumbling about designing a spell to let him cut out the pattern and then let magic do the sewing for him. As a young boy, he had played around with his grandmother’s sewing machine enough to figure out how it worked and couldn’t see why magic, especially a magic macro, couldn’t do something similar.

Amid his quest to cast a proper fireball spell, Titus began allocating some effort to his idea of magic macros. He hadn’t yet encountered anything in Alise’s grimoires that explicitly prohibited their creation. On the contrary, the runes and words of power did what he hoped to accomplish, bending and shaping the mana he provided into a specific effect. It’s as though the spell was a GPS map from point A to point B, and the macro was the set of instructions executed by the car to get there. But without ever having designed or developed any of the runes or words of power, he was having a very hard time figuring out where to start.

Alise provided him with the spark of hope he needed with her modified Magic Hand spell, and Titus was exceptionally annoyed that he hadn’t thought to ask her about it sooner. After wracking his brain, he couldn’t come up with a single ranged spell that gave feedback to the caster. Which meant she came up with it on her own.

“Magic Eye,” she answered.

Titus growled in frustration. The spell had been useless to him since he was just beginning to gain some real range with Alise’s help. Like Magic Hand, the spell created a magic eye that was tied to the caster’s sight, allowing a mage to peek around walls safely or get a bird’s eye view of an area. He learned the runes and incantations back before their trip to Lylean so he could scope out the town from above, but it wasn’t much use when it vanished just beyond arm’s length. Titus hadn’t looked at the spell since.

Alise flipped open a tome and pointed at the page. “These runes are each for the five senses. I took the part of Magic Eye that lets the caster see, changed the target from the eye to the hand and changed the sense to touch instead of sight.” She flexed her fingers and grimaced at her hand, “At one point, I ended up trying to make my hand see. Of course, it couldn’t, but that didn’t keep the spell from trying to make it happen. That had to be the strangest feeling I’ve ever experienced.”

Armed with this information, Titus began working on his own spell modification: Magic Mouth.

It wasn’t the most original name, but he needed it to do more than the ventriloquism spell, which only threw the caster’s voice around. He hoped to eventually ‘program’ the mouth to speak an incantation. After that, he needed to focus a magic circle for the incantation’s runes and store the mana to power everythign, all while simplifying the spell.

He had his work cut out for him, and, as much as he hated to admit it, Alise’s collection of grimoires wouldn’t offer him the answers he sought.

This realization continued to weigh heavily on Titus’s mind weeks later as he trudged onto the field through knee-deep snow. It meant he would have to leave in search of the knowledge he needed.

Titus raised his hand and focused the magic circles in front of it before quietly chanting the spell’s invocation, filling the circles with runes that bent and twisted the mana around him to warp probability to make the impossible happen. As the last rune finished the spell, a flaming spark leapt from his palm and sailed high into the air.

Spells of this nature had a minimum amount of mana required to cast them, but there was no real upper limit, and Titus poured far more into this one spell than needed.

In the sky, the spark popped before erupting in a fireball much larger than the one Alise cast back when she started teaching him. With the flaming sphere still burning behind him, he spun and locked eyes with Alise, standing at the edge of the forest. The roiling flames vanished as his mouth split into a hungry grin only matched by the excited expression on the woman’s face.

In cheesy-romance-novel fashion, Titus strode across the field and swept Alise off her feet. As he carried her back to the house, the pig-girl wrapped her arms around his neck and mashed her lips to his. She moaned and whimpered with need while kissing him the entire way back, only relinquishing his lips long enough to let Titus cast Magic Hand so he could open the door without putting her down.

Titus used the ghostly hand a second time to open the door to Alise’s room, then dismissed it as he strode in. The pig-girl flicked her hand toward the door, closing it behind them moments before he tossed her onto the bed.

Shrieking with laughter, Alice bounced as she hit the bed and used it to pull the skirt of the dress out from beneath her, then yanked it over her head and tossed it to the side, leaving her in a thick undercoat, leggings, and boots.

Titus tackled the boots, tossing them to the side as Alise worked the undercoat from under her and threw it on top of her dress. Growling, Titus grabbed the top of her leggings and pulled. Alise gasped at the sound of fabric popping and ripping as he literally tore them off her.

The pig-girl slipped off the bed and peeled the covers back as Titus shucked his clothing. By the time he stepped out of his pants she was laying in bed again, arms raised and legs open, waiting for him.

Titus crawled into bed and positioned himself over her. Alise raised her legs and put her heels on his back, angling her pussy upward as she reached down and grabbed his cock, then placing the head at her entrance. Once nestled between her outer lips she let go and pulled him down into another long kiss.

Their tongues danced for long seconds before she finally released him. Breathless with desire, she looked up into his eyes and nodded.

Titus smiled softly down at her. “From today on, this is our bed,” he said, pressing forward. His breath caught in his throat as the intense heat of her sex surrounded his cock. As he sank further inside, the walls of her pussy gripped him hard enough he nearly slipped back out, then began to rhythmically squeeze his prick as he continued sliding into her depths.

Alise’s moan as he slowly filled her gained pitch and volume, becoming a shriek by the time the base of his cock pressed against her sex. The pig-girl’s body shook, and tears appeared in her eyes, which quickly ran down the side of her face, but the smile on her face banished any worries forming in Titus’s mind. After months of waiting and teasing, he felt much the same, but crying in front of her, even with happiness, didn’t feel right.

They both moaned as his cock slid most of the way out before slipping back into her depths.

“Take me, Titus,” she whispered, blinking her tears away. “Leave no doubt in my body that I am your woman. You can make soft, sweet love to me later. But now, I need to feel you inside me and know I’m yours.”

“If I do that, I’ll be done in seconds, and I want this moment to last forever,” he said as his cock twitched inside her.

She grinned up at him. “The Hero’s stamina and virility were legendary. I doubt you will be satisfied with only once. Take me, so that we can enjoy the rest of the night even more.”

Titus didn’t think she understood why he wanted this moment to last forever. Primarily, it was because he loved her and wanted to burn this moment into his memory. On a more selfish note, he also wanted to remember the feeling of his cock nestled against Alise’s womb. In his past life, he had never been this deep in a pussy and never wanted to forget this moment.

But Alise wanted him, and she wanted him to take her, to fuck her. And the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint her the first time they made love.

Titus pulled out and pushed back into Alise’s heat with a groan. The way she wrapped around him and held his cock tight inside her was already making it hard for him to hold back. But beyond that was the intense release of emotion flooding through him as he slid in and out of her sex. It was like his first time all over again, but better.

After only a dozen or so strokes, Alise wrapped her arms around Titus and pulled him down onto her as her body went rigid. Titus slammed his cock into her pussy as it clamped down hard enough to keep him from moving. Titus was happy she was too busy climaxing to see his face. The ecstatic expression from finally making a woman cum with something besides his fingers or tongue probably would have creeped her out. At the same time, the way she gripped his cock as she climaxed was quickly driving him toward his own release. After a handful of seconds, Alise’s body relaxed and happy tears welled up in her eyes once again.

“Are you going to cry like this every time we make love?” he teased, wiping her tears away.

“Probably not,” she answered between deep breaths, “but I’m so happy right now I can’t seem to stop.”

After a short rest, she lifted her hips to tell him she was ready for more. Titus started driving his cock into the pig-girl again at a quicker pace than before.

“Let’s see if I can get any more of those good tears out of you,” he growled, as the familiar tingle in in his groin made itself known.

“Yes. Yes! Please, Titus. Honor me!”

After all the times he had heard it over the past months, the phrase still threw him off a little. But damn, he wasn’t sure there was a hotter way to have a woman beg you to cum inside her. It was also the last little push he needed.

Titus held Alise tight and pistoned his cock into her wetness, slamming his s hips into hers as he finally tipped over the edge. Alise shrieked with her second orgasm as Titus drove his cock into her and ropes of his seed began painting the inside of her sex. Perhaps because this was their first time, but his climax lasted longer than usual, and he kept pumping cum into her until he felt it bubble out around his cock.

No words were said as Titus wiped Alise’s tears away a second time. But looking down at her loving and happy smile, his vision blurred, and it was her turn to wipe the wetness away.

“You may end up regretting offering your body to me any time I want,” said Titus. Laying next to her in what was now their bed, he ran his fingers up and down Alise’s body, often stopping to tease a bare nipple or brush across her clit.

“I doubt it,” she said, slowly stroking his half-hard cock in return. “But I have two rules. I can’t be doing anything dangerous, like working over the kitchen stove or stoking the fire. And you have to get me wet if you want my flower, though I doubt that will be much of a problem. It feels like my body has been ready for you ever since you came here.”

“I definitely don’t want to hurt you. But what did you mean by the last part?”

“When you are around me, it feels like I’m always just a little wet, even if I’m not thinking about doing anything with you. I think it’s part of the reason I offered what I did.”

“And the other reason?”

She bit her lip. “Because the thought of you taking me whenever you want arouses me as fiercely as the look on your face when you stare at my body. But I don’t think you realize how lusty I am, Titus. I may seek you out as much as you come to me.”

“So this deal goes both ways?”

“No, but if you want it to, you might be surprised how often you end up inside my mouth or my flower.”

“Or woken up with your pussy in my face, which you still haven’t done.”

Alise giggled while squeezing his cock. “I’m still getting used to your earth name for my flower. It hasn’t been from lack of desire, but when I pull the covers back, I kept getting distracted.”