Sorcerer Stabber Orphen Fan Fiction ❯ Magics Of Love ❯ Magic of The Soul (Prologue) ( Chapter 1 )

Magic Of The Soul

 

 

 

 

Cleao rolled over, her golden locks flipping with her, and she saw a black spiky head resting on the pillow next to hers, attached to a well-muscled neck and broad shoulders. The red headband that should be attached to the head was now hanging over the headboard of the bed, and their clothes were scattered all across the room, her realization hit her that were both naked.

 

“Leki!” she screamed for her wolfen, but then she noticed the scratching at the door and the whining.

 

“Why are you yelling?” Orphen asked as he rolled over and smirked.

 

“You're in my bed! And n-n-na…”

 

“Naked? And guess again who's bed this is.” He said still smirking enjoying Cleao's freak out. “I didn't think you would remember, told you not to drink the wine.”

 

“What…what happened?” her tantrum stopped and her ears opened to what Orphen was saying.

 

“Well what happened was, or at least what `I' remember was we were in the pub and some guy was celebrating his wife's pregnancy or something, and ordered a round of drinks for everyone, and I warned you not to drink the wine he ordered for you.” He leaned back now, and snaked an arm behind his head. “That's all I can remember, I wonder if Majic remembers anything, since I didn't let him drink.”

 

“Lets hope so, I want to know more about why we are sharing a bed.” Cleao said, getting up from the bed and wrapping a sheet round her naked form, but soon blushing as Orphen lay there exposed, not caring, and Cleao could feel the blush from her face go down her neck and back.

 

A smile crept its way across Orphen's face. The bed creaked as he got up, and started toward Cleao, with a smirk on his face, not the evil controlling smirk, but a warmer, cunning smirk. Cleao took a step back for every step he made, until her back hit the wall, where Orphen quickly closed the gap and put his arms on either side of her shoulders.

 

Cleao's knees went weak, just like the rest of her, she couldn't fight back, she just couldn't. His face came dangerously close to hers. “I have had the strongest urge to do this since I woke up.” He whispered and his lips touched hers in the lightest of kisses. Then Cleao fell…she couldn't resist, and she furthered the kiss.

 

A loud knock interrupted their kiss. “Master? I doubt it, but is Cleao in there? Leki is looking for her.” Majic said through the door.

 

Orphen's rage boiled over. “SHUT UP AND GO AWAY!” he shouted as he blasted the door away and made Majic and Leki run off down the hall, before anything was seen. Cleao's hands were pressed to Orphen's chest and she felt the power of the spell and the heat as it was released.

 

“Heal, Scar of the setting Sun.” the door and wall fixed itself, and Cleao was amazed at the differences in power and feeling when the spell was released, it attracted her to no end just to feel the magic pour out over her harmlessly as it formed to what he wanted.

 

“Orphen, why did-” her words were cut off by Orphen's mouth.

 

“Please, I was having a nice morning, amusing, with a nice view…” he smirked at his complement.

 

“Wait…” a blush spread further down her body and heat exploded from their proximity.

 

“Hmmm…” a sleepy groan sounded from next to Cleao as she awoke from her warm and very nice dream.

 

The brown spiky hair from her dream met her eyes and her arms were wrapped around his waist for dear life. “Wakey, wakey, Orphen. I have to go back to my own room.” She whispered to him.

 

He groaned again and snaked his hand back to touch Cleao's face. “I don't care if anyone finds out, just stay here.” He said and pulled her to lie down in front of him. He clamped his arms about her lithe and formed waist.

 

The affair had been going on for almost a month now, and Cleao's nipples began to hurt at times and her stomach was just barely showing signs of child. Cleao was about to get up when the memories of last night's passion invaded her mind. The way they met was something very similar to the dream Cleao was having, only without Orphen breaking down the door.

 

She rested her head in the crook of her neck and held her spot there, like Orphen would leave her. Said sorcerer, held the small of her back and her waist close to him.

 

“Master?” Majic said called as he opened the door and let out a loud yelling fit as he saw the blonde of Cleao's head attached to the neck of Orphen.

 

“Majic's here, isn't he?” Cleao monotonously asked.

 

“Yep.” Orphen answered.

 

“He saw me didn't he?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Majic go away please…” Cleao whined and tightened her hold on Orphen.

 

“But wait…what…how?”

 

“We'll explain later.” Orphen said and flung his arm out as a threat. “Now go.”

 

Majic ran off and shut the door behind him, as Leki walked in and jumped on the nightstand next to Cleao. His blue fur contrasting with the dull wood-brown of the wall and the green bed sheets. He batted his paw at Cleao, trying to get her to wake up.

 

“Alright, alright, I'm up!” she whined and stretched out lifting her breasts out to Orphen's face involuntarily.

 

“You wont be in a moment!” he growled and tackled her to the bed kissing her.