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A Book Full of Magic Ch.6
🕑 Added 2023-01-21 02:43:53 +0000 UTCHan and Aayla spent the trip down to Amber’s resting place poking and prodding each other’s Aura through their Force Bond. Fay looked on with a fond smile, reveling in the wonder and excitement the two youths were broadcasting in the Force. She also felt energized by the Aura awakening process, but her experiments with the new spiritual muscle were focused internally.
The elevator dinged when it reached its destination deep below Beacon. Ozpin and Glynda stepped out first, leading Han, Aayla, and Fay through a laboratory-like vault. The group came to a stop in front of a glass tube with a comatose woman inside.
Amber’s state was almost painful to look at. Her face was scarred like a porcelain mask with cracks and chunks missing. Han, Aayla, and Fay could feel her pain as Amber’s soul tore itself apart trying to find its missing piece. Something inside her soul was only half full, missing an essential piece of what made up Amber.
‘Grim, how am I supposed to heal this?’ Han thought, flinching at Amber’s internal torture.
:: Diagnosis: Amber currently suffers from a form of soul splitting. The magic of her maiden powers was an inherent part of her soul. When Cinder stole a portion of that power, part of Amber’s soul went with it.::
:: Suggestion: A replacement soul can be sourced from an artificially created, parallel timeline. That timeline will end, but we can use Amber’s soul from there as material for a soul patch job. I will implant the relevant knowledge within you, but you must still be careful. Soul manipulation is delicate work.::
‘Would it be better if we healed her over a longer period instead of doing this all at once?’
:: Statement: No, Master. The damage to Amber’s soul requires urgent attention. She is barely being kept alive by the equipment Ozpin has managed to get for her. Think of it like emergency surgery. There will be a long period of recovery and rehabilitation for Amber after we finish, but the most important work needs to happen all at once.::
Han sighed, ‘Let’s get this over with then. I don’t want to give Ozpin or Glynda any reason to distrust us.’
“As you can see, Amber is in a desperate state. I fear we do not have the technology to keep her alive for much longer,” Ozpin said.
“Grim and I will do what we can,” Han promised.
“I believe I may be able to help,” Fay offered. “My experience with Force Healing should help smooth the process.”
Ozpin nodded, stepping back to give Han and Fay access to Amber’s comatose body. The grimoire appeared in Han’s hand with a flash of light. It easily flipped open to the right page. Han took a deep breath. Energy flowed through from his body into the grimoire with his breathing.
Fay’s hands glowed with golden light. She laid them over Amber’s body as Han started the ritual. Grim drew a drop of Han’s blood for more power. When the drop of blood splashed against the page, an eccentric circle began to form.
The magic circle seemed to be drawing a strange sort of map. There were no obvious points of reference on the previously blank page, but Han could tell what the magical geometry was trying to convey.
The center of the ritual circle was the reality they were currently in. From there, the circle branched out like ripples on a pond. The rippling lines of blood struck a certain point on the page. This second point then began to cascade outwards, forming a second magical circle that intersected with the first like a Venn diagram.
As the lines of the circles intertwined, Han could feel a connection forming. On the other side of the connection, he felt a reality that ran parallel to his current one. That other reality was centered on Amber. The only difference was that Han and his companions hadn’t appeared in that reality.
Han’s physical body reached out, laying hands on Amber. At the same time, his essence reached through the dimensional connection to touch the body of the parallel Amber. He carefully began to pull at the strings of her soul, coaxing it through the connection with Grim’s direction.
Amber’s soul was sucked from the parallel universe and into Grim’s waiting clutches. Han could feel the other universe collapsing as the change was made. A shiver ran through Han’s body as he realized he had just created a dead-end timeline, but he pushed it away. He consoled himself by thinking that the sacrifice he had made may have been fated to happen. The parallel reality had only existed to act as material for his spell. He still may not have been happy about the sacrifice, but he was willing to make it if it improved his current reality.
Grim broke the parallel version of Amber’s soul into relevant and useful parts and materials. The higher-dimensional math went straight over Han’s head, but he understood that Grim was reforging Amber’s soul into something they could use. Taking the newly reformed soul material, Han began to inject it into Amber’s body.
Fay’s hands glowed brighter as the Force watched the process unfold. The cosmic energy seemed almost eager to help. Grim took the Force by its metaphorical hands and allowed it to help her fix Amber’s soul. Grim and the Force held together Amber’s soul as Han worked to stitch everything together.
A bead of sweat rolled down Han’s brow. The soul surgery had his entire concentration. His hands shook as his mind directed his magic. Fay acted as his nurse, cleaning up after his sutures and soothing Amber’s soul.
:: Affirmation: You’re doing great, Master. Just one more thing to finish this all up.::
Han took a breath to calm himself. His mind grabbed ahold of Fay’s presence, directing her to join him. The Force vibrated when it realized what was happening. It eagerly joined Fay, Han, and Grim in cupping Amber’s soul and compressing until everything merged together.
Han and Grim pulsed pure magic into the squeezed soul. Amber’s soul wiggled slightly like the magic was tickling her. It then folded in on itself, curiously beginning to meld the grafted-on bits of soul material to itself permanently. Han, Grim, Fay, and the Force continued to encourage the process until Amber’s Aura ignited and took over for them.
Han and Fay let out sighs of relief as they let their concentration drop. They backed up slightly, giving Amber’s healing body room to breathe. A bit of color had already returned to Amber’s skin. The dusky-brown Maiden looked much more whole than she had a couple of minutes ago. Ozpin and Glynda stepped forward to examine Amber.
“Well, I’ll be…” Ozpin muttered.
Han was still breathing slightly harder than usual because of the surgery’s expenditure, “She shouldn’t be unconscious for too much longer. I’d still keep her in there for now though. Just to be safe. She won’t have all her powers back, but hopefully, when she wakes up, you’ll be able to get more information on her attackers.”
Glynda turned to him with suspicion in her eyes, “You already know who is responsible for this, don’t you?”
:: Interjection: We do, but our knowledge does not matter anymore. We have already changed the ‘plot’ that we knew. Giving you more out-of-context information will do you more harm than good. We are able to change things because we are out-of-context problems for this reality. Natives, like you and Ozma, have certain set roles to play.::
Ozpin hummed, “Something like fate or destiny, no? The idea that some things are set in stone and nothing we can do will change that.”
:: Correction: You are partially correct. But the idea of destiny as you would probably think of it is both flawed and accurate. Fate is more of a guiding hand to the free will of sentients. Nothing is set in stone, but some things are more prone to happen than others. And some things shouldn’t be changed at all.::
“What a fascinating interpretation. You speak as if we are in a story with certain plot points that need to be hit in order for our reality to progress,” Ozpin mused.
:: Slightly Smug Statement: Everything is a story in the Akashic Record.::
Ozpin chuckled at Grim’s cheek, “Indeed.”
“Very well,” Glynda begrudgingly accepted that she wouldn’t be getting any more intel out of Han or Grim. “You have fulfilled your end of the bargain. I will see about enrolling Han and Aayla into Beacon. A ‘special’ scholarship should see about your lack of transcripts and paperwork. And I’m sure Ozpin will be able to get the three of you a functional identity.”
Ozpin nodded, “Consider it done. In the meantime, why don’t the three of you explore your new home? Beacon is a beautiful place to live and Vale is never far away.”
Aayla, who had been standing in the corner with nothing she could do to help, perked up at Ozpin’s suggestion, “Ooh! Yeah! That sounds fun! I want to see the city!”
Having just recovered, Han perked up as well, “Yeah, that is a good idea. We’ve got, what? A day ’til the other students arrive? We might as well use that time to familiarize ourselves with our new surroundings.”
“While that does sound interesting,” Fay said. “I’m afraid I must decline. The healing took more out of me than I expected and I wish to meditate on the nature of our new reality. I shall leave the exploring to you and Aayla for now.”
“You sure?”
Fay smiled at the concern Han was showing for her, “I am sure. Go on. Have fun and regale me with your stories when you get back.”
With Ozpin’s leave, Han and Aayla hurried out of the vault. Aayla was practically hopping in place as they rode the elevator up to the surface. Han just smiled. He was excited to explore as well, but seeing Aayla like this was the real treat. Fay excused herself to a small meditation room that Ozpin set aside for her and began to delve inward to study the Force and her new Aura.
Han and Aayla didn’t bother spending much time exploring Beacon’s campus. They’d have a chance to do that tomorrow with the rest of the arriving students. Instead, they hopped on the first Bullhead into Vale.
The trip into Vale wasn’t very long. It only took about 10 minutes for the Bullhead to touch down in the city. Aayla got some strange looks from people as they walked off the shuttle, but most of the gazes didn’t linger for long. It seemed that Ozpin’s reaction to Aayla was the norm and that most people dismissed her Alien appearance as a rare kind of Faunus.
The city of Vale itself was beautiful. The architecture of the residential district, where the Bullhead had dropped them off, carried a quaint and homely vibe. The buildings were packed tightly together, but the streets didn’t feel pressed for space. In the distance, Han could see skyscrapers sticking up to form a jagged skyline. Even with the grand walls that surrounded the city, Vale reminded Han of a city from his original reality.
Walking the streets of Vale was honestly kind of nostalgic for Han. It hadn’t been long since he was just a normal college freshman, but it already felt like a lifetime ago. So much had happened to Han in just a scant few days.
Sometimes he thought he was in over his head. And objectively, he was. But then he would feel Grim’s weight hanging comfortably from his wrist; see Fay’s content smile; experience Aayla’s youthful energy flooding through their bond; and he just knew he would make this work somehow. He had to. He couldn’t go back to his previous life anymore.
“Is this what your world is like?” Aayla asked, her head constantly whipping back and forth to take in the sights around them.
Han shrugged, “Pretty much. We didn’t have the magic… or the ‘totally not magic’… or the constant threat of being eaten by creatures from hell… But the level of technological development is about the same.”
“And there are only Humans?”
“Yup,” Han said, popping the ‘p’. “No contact with Aliens either. We didn’t even have Faunus in my home reality. Just billions of baseline Humans.”
“How strange… It saddens me to think that we would have never met if I existed in your universe.”
“True, but I think we made up for our lack of diversity with our media. I can’t count how many different sentient species we ‘made up’ in our stories. Of course, now I know all of them really exist somewhere out there in the multiverse. It kind of makes me think that my reality was a sort of hub-world where the Akashic Record stashed knowledge of every other universe and all that knowledge manifested in our stories.”
“Was I a character in one of your world’s stories?” Aayla asked, tilting her head curiously.
“Yeah. You were especially popular in… certain circles…”
The mischievous glint in Aayla’s eye told Han that she had already gleaned what he meant by that through their bond, “Certain circles? What do you mean?”
Han hesitated, “… You were considered the epitome of Alien beauty by millions of lonely men and women.”
“Even you?”
“… Yes, even me.”
Aayla covered her mouth with her hand and giggled, “Fufufu~ What a diplomatic way to say you’ve pleasured yourself to me~”
“Is that something to be ashamed of?” Han said, raising his nose in a faux pompous fashion. “You’re the most exotically beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. It would be a crime if you weren’t one of my fantasies.”
Aayla’s face morphed into a blushing smile, “Fantasy, huh? And how does it feel for your fantasy to become a reality?”
“Words cannot describe it.”
Han’s arm wound itself around Aayla’s waist, pulling her into his side. As Han said, he literally didn’t have the words to describe the awe, wonder, and satisfaction that came with being bonded to Aayla. Instead of trying to articulate it, Han opened up his end of the bond and let his true feelings rush through it.
Aayla’s violet blush intensified as Han’s feelings washed over her. His child-like joy and disbelief that this was his new reality. The appreciation that had grown inside him as he actually got to know her. The inevitable budding love that came with being bonded so closely to one another. The excited anticipation he had for a future with her.
“I-I see…” Aayla stuttered.
She buried her face in Han’s chest and let her feelings trickle into the bond as well. Her gratitude for him saving her and giving her a second chance at life. Her own budding love. The intense desire she held for him despite how long they had known each other.
Han squeezed her hip affectionately and the couple fell into silence as they walked. Around them, low-rise apartments gave way to shops and taller buildings. Crossing a small bridge took them into Vale’s commercial district. They continued walking through the city until something caught Han’s eye.
Aayla shot him a questioning glance as they slowed to a stop, but Han’s eyes were locked on the person who had piqued his interest. Or rather, they were locked on where the person should have been. All Han could see with his eyes was the barest hint of a shimmer, but the Force told a different story.
Han could sense a woman underneath some sort of illusion. She was short, but not short enough to be mistaken for a child. And instead of having a petite body that fit her height, the woman was absolutely stacked. Her breasts weren’t that big, maybe small B-cups that looked big on her short body, but her hips and ass were where most of the woman’s mass seemed to be located.
A waspish waist blossomed into enough hips, ass, and thighs for a man to drown in. She also appeared to be wearing a corset that made her waist look even slimmer than it already was. Her tight pants looked like they had been painted onto her lower half. And considering who Han knew this woman to be, her outfit’s color scheme was appropriately pink, white, and brown.
Neopolitan was certainly a unique woman, both in appearance and in personality. And at the moment, she was using part of what made her so unique to pickpocket some poor schmuck. She had a devious little smirk on her face as she used her Semblance to dip into the man’s pocket undetected.
Han didn’t interrupt Neo’s theft, but he did drag Aayla closer to her so they could confront the ice-cream-themed girl after she was done. Now that she was focused, Aayla sensed what had set Han off. It was like a refraction in the Force surrounded Neo, hiding her from the naked eye. With her curiosity now piqued as well, Aayla watched Neo work her magic with a familiar eye. She was no stranger to petty crime like this, having come up on the bad side of Ryloth, her home planet.
“She’s good,” Aayla commented. “The illusion takes some of the sport out of it though.”
“Her name is Neo. She’s something of an antagonist in the main plot of this universe. I don’t think she’s evil or anything though. She just ends up on the opposite side of the main characters,” Han explained.
“Plus she’s super cute,” Aayla added. “And I’m sure you wouldn’t mind getting your fingers in that multi-colored hair.”
Han nodded, “Right… I certainly wouldn’t mind bringing her with us if we click.”
Partially because of Grim’s ‘harem protagonist’ changes and partially because of Aayla’s personality, Aayla giggled, “Hehe~ And watching you pick her up and use her as a toy would be fun~”
“It would be a shame not to take advantage of a willing shortstack like her,” Han agreed.
Neo finished her pickpocketing, coming away with a nice, fat stack of Lien for her troubles. She happily mimed whistling as she walked away from her mark. Han and Aayla followed her as she turned a corner. The moment she was out of sight from the main street, the air around her cracked and shattered like glass and she was once more visible to the naked eye.
A Cheshire grin spread across the little thief’s face. She tucked her payday into her cleavage and began skipping as she made her way to her favorite shop. Han and Aayla continued following Neo, still undetected thanks to a subtle Force Cloak from Han.
While they followed Neo, Han took advantage of their concealment to sneak a tendril of the Force between her breasts. The tactile feedback Han got through the Force was nice, but he was focused on something else. He eased Neo’s ill-gotten gains out of their hiding spot without Neo noticing, floating the Lien into his hand. Aayla giggled and followed his lead, swiping Neo’s Scroll from her back pocket in a similar manner.
To no one’s surprise, Neo’s favorite shop turned out to be an ice cream parlor close by. Rubbing her hands together with glee, Neo skipped up to the shop’s counter. The shopkeeper recognized her, leaning in so Neo could gesture for what she wanted. He nodded after a couple of quick hand movements from Neo.
Still grinning ear to ear, Neo reached into her cleavage to pay for her ice cream treat. Her grin faltered when she felt nothing there. Neo’s face quickly twisted into a pout at the prospect of no ice cream. The shopkeeper held the ice cream out to Neo, unintentionally taunting her with it.
“Here, I’ll pay for hers,” Han said.
He stepped up behind Neo, looming over her and forcing her to crane her head back to look up at him. He flashed the stack of Lien that Neo had just stolen and shot the shortstack a wink. Neo’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open slightly as she realized what Han had done.
The shopkeeper shrugged and accepted the money. He handed Neo the ice cream. Neo’s head whipped back forward with an excited smile on her face, momentarily distracted from Han’s pickpocketing.
The spoon practically teleported into her mouth. Neo’s eyes squeezed shut and her face scrunched up in joy. Even though she was mute, Han could practically hear the ‘~Mmmm!’ that her body language was portraying. She leaned back into Han involuntarily, making her plump ass press against his thighs and smashing his bulge into her back.
“Enjoying that?” Han asked with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.
Neo nodded, wiggling back against him. Han’s cock began to stir from the movement. Feeling the bulge behind her grow, Neo looked up at Han with a naughty look of her own. She waggled her eyebrows invitingly, grinding her hips back against his crotch as much as her height allowed.
“We also took this!” Aayla said, interrupting the sexual Mexican standoff slightly to hand Neo back her Scroll.
The rest of Neo’s ice cream seemed to disappear in an instant and her fingers blurred across her device after she took it back, “Thanks <3 You guys are pretty good. I didn’t even feel anything. I think I want to see how skilled those fingers can be. How about it, big boy~ Think you can break an itty-bitty slut like me?”
Han’s nostrils flared as he quickly read the text Neo had flashed them from her Scroll. Aayla giggled. She could feel his arousal and desire through their bond. Han’s cock throbbed in his pants. Neo could feel his desire and arousal as well through the thin clothes that separated them.
“Move along already,” the shopkeeper grunted. “You’re blocking the queue.”
“Right, sorry about that,” Han said, shaking off some of the haze of horniness that had fallen over him. “We’ll get out of your hair. I’m sure we’ll find something else for us to do.”
Han’s last sentence was directed at Neo more than at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper grunted again and dismissively waved them off. Neo gave Han an eager thumbs up before bringing her fist to her open lips and sticking her tongue in her cheek to mime a blowjob.
A quiet growl rumbled in Han’s throat. The haze of horniness came back with full force. The next thing he knew, he was striding out of the shop while carrying a smirking Neo under his arm like a small dog. Aayla giggled up a storm as she followed behind him. His eyes scanned the street to find somewhere private, completely ignoring the strange looks he got from the public.
It didn’t take long for him to get fed up with looking for some place private. In an instant, he imbued his legs with the Force and jumped up onto the nearest rooftop. A still giggling Aayla was right behind him.
He found a little nook that obscured them from the eyes on the street and dropped Neo. She immediately fell to her knees, looking up at Han with naughty desire in her eyes. Han stared back at her, matching Neo’s desire and adding his need to see her submit to their little staring contest. Neo’s tongue darted out to wet her lips in anticipation.
Thanks to their bond, Aayla was on the same page as Han. He didn’t even have to move as she molded herself to his back and started undoing his pants. There was a meaty ‘Thwack!’ as Han’s hard cock flopped out of his pants to slap against Neo’s upturned face.
Neo’s eyes crossed as she tried to look at the slab of meat that now stretched from her chin to above her forehead. Her breathing quickened to take in more of Han’s musk. The weight of his cock on her face made her tongue loll out and tickle at Han’s balls. One of her hands came up and made a shaky ‘OK’ sign.
Han’s fingers threaded themselves through Neo’s multi-colored hair. He pulled her head back so her mouth hung open and she was forced to look up at him even more sharply. Neo’s body was vibrating with excitement and arousal at his forceful display. Han brought her head back so his tip was aimed at her open mouth.
“Suck,” Han ordered.
Neo’s mouth opened even wider. Even as Han slowly thrust his hips forward into her mouth, she nodded her consent frantically. Her tongue was smashed to the bottom of her mouth by his girth. Her cheeks hollowed out, hugging Han’s shaft as it pushed forward. Neo didn’t even pause to choke as Han passed the threshold into her throat.
Han threw his head back and groaned as more and more of his length was engulfed by warm, wet velvet. Aayla’s hands stroked his chest from behind and she leaned down to lay featherlight kisses on his neck. Neo’s throat spasmed around him, milking another moan from Han’s lungs.
Neo’s whole body shuddered when Han finally hilted himself in her throat. She swallowed and flexed her throat around his member even as she held her breath. Han pulled out just as slowly as he had thrust in. He only made it about halfway out of Neo’s throat before his hips bucked, forcing him back in.
Han’s mind couldn’t help but wonder as his body drowned in pleasure. Neo was such a good suck-slut. He had kind of expected that. Despite the sadism she could display, she always gave off ‘naughty minx’ vibes in his mind. And now he had first-hand confirmation of that. Honestly, he could barely hold back his orgasm.
His hips bucked forward once more and Han completely abandoned any notion of taking it easy on Neo. His grip on her hair dragged her all the way off his cock, leaving only the tip in her mouth. In the next moment, he pulled her back down, thrusting up with his hips to meet her down stroke.
He set a hard, fast, and rough pace after that. Neo’s mouth was used solely for Han’s pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her hands reached down for her pussy, vigorously strumming it as she brought herself to multiple orgasms. Wet ‘Ghlurk!’ sounds filled the air.
‘Grim?’ Han thought to his constant companion, never ceasing his thrusts for a second. ‘Can you give me the power to control what my cum tastes like? Like, make it magically addicting? I don’t think I want to live without blowjobs like this anymore.’
:: Statement: The Magic Cum ability comes standard with the Harem Protagonist package. Have fun~::
‘I fucking love you, Grim!’
Han quickly approached his limit. He pumped Neo’s head up and down his length so fast she was basically a blur. And still, the constant milking of her throat never wavered. Either she had eons of experience at being a suck-slut or she had been supernaturally blessed with dick-sucking powers. Han found he didn’t care either way.
He roared as her vice-like throat finally pushed him over the edge. Neo’s limps glued themselves to the base of his cock. Her throat undulated around him. Han’s cock exploded in a white deluge that went into Neo’s stomach. Wave after wave; pulse after pulse; Rope after rope flooded Neo’s throat.
Part of Han’s orgasm couldn’t be swallowed quickly enough. It came back up, coating Neo’s tastebuds with the magical taste of his seed. Neo’s body tried to squeal to no avail as the taste registered in her brain. The taste alone sent her into a monumental climax. Her body shook and seized, still milking Han’s cock for all it was worth.
Han panted as his orgasm wound down, “Holy shit!”
Neo gave him a dazed nod when he let her off his cock. She swayed on her knees, obviously struggling to support herself. Aayla laid a kiss on Han’s cheek before she went to help Neo. She basically cradled the shortstack in her arms, running her hands up and down Neo’s body as the aftershock shudders ran their course.
“So… can we count on seeing you again?” Aayla asked Neo.
After a facefucking like that, there was no way Neo would say no. She was already thoroughly hooked. The way Han had completely dominated and used her body made her warmth pool in her core. The impossible taste of his cum was only icing on the cake at this point. Though Neo did have an odd feeling that her new paramours were going to end up more interesting than they now seemed…
