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Gashera Holt was a wizard. She'd been studying wizardry since the age of ten, and now that she was 21 she was off on her gallivant to learn out in the world. She was endlessly fascinated by storm magic. It was wild and untamable, yet she wanted to tame the storm. Or be tamed by it. So here she was in the great planes chasing a storm. It was midday but looked like dusk as lightning crackled showing the pale wall of storm that was bearing down on the land.
Gashera rushed through the grassy plain towards the storm. She desperately wanted- no, needed to get to the heart of the storm where the cloud spirits would be. Beings made out of pure storm magic. But she would never get there if the clouds above her, heavy with rain, began to pour. So with all the haste of a wizard with gray robes, long white hair, a tooth gap, and a wooden staff she rushed forward. She was holding up a magical shield in front of her to block the wind so she could run at full speed. The grass tickled her ankles as she ran.
As she ran, all she could think about is what the spirits must look like. She knew they were formless but she couldn't help but imagine what they must look like if they did. She imagined beautiful women wreathed in white clouds, riding wind through the clouds. No matter how much she told herself she had to focus, she couldn't help but think about how beautiful they must be.
She cast a spell and began to float upwards. Up up and up straight into the storm. little drops of condensation formed on the edges of her robes as she went flying through the storm. She could feel it. She was close the swirling spirits at the center of the storm. But there was a crash of lightning right next to Gashera and she lost her hold on the spell and went careening downwards in an uncontrolled wild way. She tried desperately to cast another spell to stop her fall but a crash of lightning came and struck her staff, making her ears ring and her burning staff fly out of her hands, and without her staff she was as good a useless. She fell out of the storm cloud and into the downpour of rain that soaked her clothes in seconds. The ground and the storm above went spinning around her maddeningly as she fell. And for a moment she accepted her death. She was going to die because of some foolish dream to meet a storm spirit. She was just feet from hitting the ground when a sudden gust of wind with supernatural strength came and pushed upwards. It slowed her fall until she was gently placed down on the wet grass.
And there she laid, breathing hard as rain pitter pattered on her face and clothes. "What saved me?" She wondered as she sat up and got to her feet. As she pondered that question she began looking for her staff. But it was too dark and too rainy for her to see clearly. She was searching for what felt like half an hour until she was cold to the bone and shivering violently. And as she was loosing hope she felt a sudden gust of wind swirl around her. And when she turned to look. There was her staff, in the grass. It was badly burned, with only little bits of brown still showing through the charred outer part. Gashera picked it up and cast a spell with what energy she had left. It blocked the rain and wind from touching her and began to dry her cloths as she sat there shivering.
"What would a mortal be doing in such a terrible storm." A voice said. Gashera whipped around trying to see who talked, only to see nobody.
"Hello?" Gashera called out, her voice drowned out by the storm. The suddenly she felt something brush her mind. Curiously. A shiver of anticipation and excitement went up Gashera spine as she felt it.
"It would seem i am what you're looking for," the storm spirit said, "hmm, what an interesting form you think we take. I can take it if you'd like." I just stayed still, holding my staff in front of me protectively. Without waiting for an answer the storm spirit began to form before. First as a kind of mist, but it condensed further into a body. And she was beautiful. She was broad shouldered with strong arms, she has wide hips, adorable tummy folds, and beautifully sculpted breasts. Heat flushed Gashera's face as she beheld the storm spirit.
"Does my form displease you?" The spirit asked
"N-no," Gashera stuttered, "y-you look amazing, I'm just f-flustered and cold."
"I'm afraid I can't help you with warmth, let's get you somewhere safe." The spirit said. She swooped Gashera up into her arms and began to fly up. "Point me In the direction of the nearest town please." The spirit said in her gentle voice. Gashera, unable to find words, simply motioned with her staff in the direction of the town in the horizon. The spirit with a gust of wind started to fly towards it, but Gashera was protected from the wind totally and completely.
"W-why are you doing this?" Gashera asked
"Because I find you fascinating, do I need any more reason to help you?" The spirit asked
"But, storm spirits are f-famously elusive."
"Well you have a special connection, you've been chasing storms for quite a long time, and you are quite knowledgeable in storm magic. There are plenty of reason to be interested in you. Other than the fact that your one of the most adorable mortals I've ever seen."
"I- i don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything."
The entire way back to the small village was In Silence other than the sound of the storm and the occasional crash of lightning followed by thunder. The spirit when she made it over the town descended and landed in front of the healers hut. Nobody was outside as the dirt streets turned to mud, and the thatched roofs spilled the water out into the streets. The spirit dropped Gashera right in front of the building as Hypothermia began to set in and Gasheras magic failed to keep her warm.
"W-when will I see you again?" Gashera asked as she began to lose consciousness
"Soon, soon I think." The spirit said, flying away
***
It took some weeks of recovery for Gashera to be back to full health. And another few weeks before another storm big enough came around for Gashera to be convinced the spirit she had seen was up there. She awoke in the middle of the night, her single room hut she'd made using magic made a specific note as the wind whistle over the roof that told Gashera it was time. That the spirit had returned. She leapt to her feet, dawned her robes, and grabbed her staff that was still charred before rushing out the door. She ran towards the storm on the Easter horizon, through the dark town. She prepared to cast a spell as the first gust of wind cane for her, flattening the grass. But then it broke around her, leaving her in a safe bubble with no wind.
She continued forward, deeper into the steam as thunder and lighting flashed about, and rain began to fall. But not a single drop hit her head. With greater ease than last time she made it to the middle of the storm. And when she want to cast her flying spell the wind swept her up instead and gently brought her into the clouds. She went tumbling upwards before landing on a cloud. Flat on her stomach. She picked herself up, testing the cloud with her feet. It felt completely solid and smooth.
"Welcome back my dear" a sweet voice like summer said. Gashera whipped around to see her, the spirit that had taken form those weeks ago. Except now she was wearing a robe of dark gray like clouds threatening to rain.
"H-hello, I- I- I came to see you." Gashera blathered
The spirit laughed a sweet laugh and stepped forward, "I've learned a lot recently, mortals and their love fascinated me most." She closed the distance between her and Gashera, putting a soft cloud hand on Gashera's jaw, and lifting her head to make Gashera look her in the eyes.
"I- is there something you want?" Gashera asked nervously
"Yes, there is. But first I want to know what you want. Why were you looking for me?" The spirit said, putting one hand on Gashera's hip and interlocking her other hand with Gashera's. Gashera began to stutter out her reasons as the spirit began to slowly dance with her.
"Well I- I'm a wizard. I'm on my gallivant and I want to learn and experience magic. S- so what better way to to that then meet a being of pure magic?" Gashera felt as if she could hardly speak as the spirits warm hands touched her.
"On your gallivant hm? How fascinating, well of you really would like to know more about us I shall indulge. Naturally we are formless, but many of us wish to take form just for the fun of it. Some will become animals, others plants, but I have always wanted to be human. But not just any human, a woman. An object of desire for those who would have me. I can tell from the condensation between your legs I have succeeded." This drove Gashera's arousal to a breaking point. Before she didn't want to admit it, her desire. But as her vagina dripped and her body shivered she could no longer deny it. She wanted to be with this spirit, she wanted to give herself over and for a time be an object of pleasure for herself and for the spirit.
"Would you have me?" Gashera moaned as her legs turned to jelly and she leaned on the spirit for support.
"Of course I would, but first... I must go. I need to learn more about humans, love, and lust. So that I can give you the satisfaction you so deserve, if ever should you need me, call for Ace." The spirit grabbed Gashera by the back of the head suddenly and put another hand under Gashera's thigh and pulled her leg up so she was balanced on one leg. Then the spirit kissed Gashera, deeply and passionately. Gashera couldn't help but moan from the pure bliss she felt as well as the tension she held in her hold body from a need to release. Then the spirit let go of Gashera much to her dismay and the solid ground that was the clouds became as soft as pillows and she fell through the clouds. Although not in a frightening way. In a gentle way as the wind set her down, down down and down all the way to the ground.
The rain and wind still did not touch Gashera as she lay there shivering, this time not from cold but from pure arousal. It was so frustrating yet so arousing that Ace, the spirit, had gotten her to such a state only to leave her writhing. It took at least twenty minutes for Gashera to have the presence of mind to get to her feet and make her way back to the village, where she would wait in anticipation for Ace to return with what she had learned.
***
Gashera had spent the better part of the past few months building instruments to detect storms and waiting for Ace to return. it consumed her thoughts, her actions, her entire life. every time one of the instruments would chime, or the weather vain on the top of her magical house creaked as the wind came blowing, she would shiver with anticipation. it was like a lightning bolt yet slow and soothing traveled up her spine as she thought about how Ace had held her in her soft yet strong arms, how Ace's breasts had pressed into her as she danced, how Ace had directed her in the slow strange waltz in the clouds. most days it was more than Gashera could handle and she would often think about indulging herself. But she didn't want to waste her libido on pleasuring herself. she wanted Ace to do so. but there were a few times where it was too much for her and she would bring her hand to herself, and think of Ace.
Despite all of the preparation that Gashera had done, all of the finely tuned instruments she had, the days she had spent hoping to smell petrichor on the wind, it did nothing to prepare her for when the time actually came. her attention was caught by one of her instruments tinkling, one that hadn't gone off ever. it was the dead of night as the instrument rang, Gashera hadn't been able to go to sleep because she was at her lustful breaking point. thinking of Ace. but over the months there had been so many false alarms that she dismissed the tinkling and turned it off. her frustration, sexual and otherwise had reached a breaking point. it was enough of a breaking point that Gashera considered indulging herself. But then there was a gentle knock on her door. the dead of night? could it be the old woman next door, constantly worried about Gashera? probably. Gashera sighed and got out of her bed, throwing her robes over herself and opening the door. only to find nobody standing outside. she looked for a minute, the only life she spotted however was the towns night watch at the edge of town, the lantern bobbing up and down as the person walked. Gashera growled and slammed the door shut, before landing heavily in a rickety wooden chair that she had grown using magic, putting her face in her hands.
"You seem frustrated my dear." Ace said. Gashera looked up to see her, Ace, laying in her bed with one hand under her head, wearing the same dark gray robe she wore the last time they met. Gashera stood up with such force that the chair fell over and broke.
"y- you came." Gashera said breathlessly
"of course I did my dear, I said I would, didn't I?" Ace cooed, swinging her legs out of the bed and rising to her full height, towering over Gashera.
"you d-did say you would, but it'd been so long I was beginning to think you'd not come back."
"ah, then what I've learned is serving me well. leave them wanting more and needing more, then just before the dam bursts come back, and burst the dam yourself." Ace was standing directly in front of Gashera now and gently grabbed her by the waist. Gashera who had already been aroused simply thinking about Ace was dripping now that she was here. Ace gently brought her other hand up and gently caressed Gashera's face, causing her to involuntarily moan.
"Have me." Gashera said, her legs barely supporting her.
"as you wish." Ace said. she swept Gashera up in her arms and dropped her down onto the bed. She then got on top of Gashera, standing up on her knees. she grabbed her robe and threw it off, revealing similarly dark gray lingerie that slightly squeezed her chubby form. Ace landed on all fours over Gashera and gave her a kiss. just a single gentle one first. then a second, a little sloppier, until it progressed into full intense passionate kissing as Gashera lay there quivering. Gashera getting brave at one point brought a hand up to touch Ace's leg. partially from desire, and partially just to have something to hang on to. but Ace very quickly grabbed her wrist and pushing it down into the soft bed.
"Beginning to get a little greedy are we?" Ace asked, her breath coming hot and fast, "maybe you need to be taught a lesson?" Ace slapped Gashera's thigh and squeezed the fat that was under the cloak. Gashera let out a cry of pleasure.
"how about we take this off?" Ace said, reaching her hands under Gashera's robes. running her hands up Gashera's stomach, over her breasts, and then throwing the robe over her head, leaving gashera in nothing but a bra and lace panties that were soaking wet. Ace went back to work, passionately kissing Gashera as she let her hands slowly wander around Gashera's body, occasionally squeezing the little piece of chub. "I love it when you squirm." Ace moaned into Gashera's ear as she gripped Gashera's foopa. Gashera's muscles contracted and spasmed as the sinsitive skin was treated so roughly.
"more!" Gashera moaned in a loud voice
"as you wish." Ace said, readjusting position so that she could Grab the back of Gashera's head and pull her up to kiss while reaching her other hand into Gashera's panties. Ace started off slow, playing with Gashera's clit like it was a small pebble she had found and was gently playing with it. but over time she began to go faster, and faster, and faster, causing Gashera to shiver. Just as Gashera was about to reach that climax Ace stopped, retracting her fingers and going back to let her hand wonder Gashera's body, gently sliding her bra off. Ace then began to gently play with Gashera's nipple's, gently caressing her sensitive breasts. for hours and hours through the night it went like this. Ace would finger Gashera right up until the point of climax, and then she'd stop and wonder elsewhere over Gashera's body. but every time Ace would blast Gashera's clit with her fingers she would come close to coming, sooner and sooner and sooner. After a total of three and a half hours of this edging, in the wee hours of the morning, Gashera couldn't take it anymore.
"Please!" Gashera shouted, "I- I need to cum, I- I can't take it anymore!"
"As you wish." Ace said. seemingly out of nowhere Ace grabbed a strap on stood up to clip it on, as a shivering sweating Gashera lay there and watch. the only thing she could do was wait. once the strap on was secure Ace gently pulled Gashera's panties off and tossed them elsewhere. then she grabbed Gashera's legs and pulled them apart.
"Are you ready?" Ace asked
"Y- Yes ma'am." gashera said.
in a very gentle manner Ace put it in, teasing Gashera with the slow pace. Gashera couldn't do anything but moan at the slow stimulation as Ace slowly began to push it in and out.
"f-faster?" Gashera asked
"as you wish." Ace said, beginning to ramp up speed, going all the way down to the end of the shaft as she shoved it in Gashera, then again, and again and again. faster, and faster, and faster. To Gashera it felt as if the strap were going all the way up into her stomach. then in the next few seconds she could feel it, like a water balloon ready to burst, the wave of pure pleasure just about to wash over her. then all at once it happened. Gashera came. she screamed and moaned as shivers and ecstasy raced through her body in a way she'd never felt before. to Gashera it seemed like the orgasm lasted for hours while only lasting less than a minute. leaving her tired and even shaking a little bit. there was a moment where a cloud seemed to form above the pair as they were locked in the moment of having just finished, and a few little sprinkles fell down before the cloud vanished.
"was that as good for you as it was for me?" Ace asked after some time.
"that... that was amazing." Gashera said quietly. Ace unstrapped and took the lingerie off before putting her robe back on, although she left the front open as she laid down next to Gashera and wrapped her arms around Gashera as she settled down from what had just happened. without saying anything Gashera turned onto her side and snuggled into Ace's body as exhaustion took over and she began to go to sleep. Ace realized she was going to sleep and began to sing very quietly. in an angelic sounding language that Gashera couldn't understand, but didn't need to as she drifted off to sleep.
***
Gashera had no dreams and woke up midday, with the sun high in the sky making the hut warm and muggy with the smell of last night. for a moment Gashera panicked as she realized Ace wasn't besides her, she sat bolt upright only to see Ace wearing her robe still open standing by Gashera's makeshift oven cooking something, just searing some bacon and toasting some bread. filing the hut with the smell of food.
"are you ok?" Ace asked, with gentle concern on her face, "did you have a bad dream?"
"No... I was a little scared you left when you weren't right here, but I see you're here." Gashera said, pulling up the blanket around herself
"Don't worry, I'm here." Ace said, turning over the bacon
"but for how long?"
"I... I'm not sure. I didn't think much further beyond aftercare. I still have much to learn."
"don't go this time, stay here with me, learn with me, I can't go another month without you."
"so... you don't just want sex? I don't understand mortals that well, could you explain it to me?"
"well... I love you. and love doesn't just have to be sex, we can go on dates, live together, share our interests, and be together."
it was silent for a time as Ace finished making breakfast and sat down with one of the two plates Gashera owned piled with bacon and toast. Gashera began to nibble on the food as the two of them sat there. then Ace said "I didn't really only wish to be an object of desire. It was just the only thing I'd really understood. I've taken part in plenty of storms, seen all manner of people... snuggle up while rain pitter pattered on their roofs. and that's a lot of what I knew about humans, or remember about humans anyways. but in the past few months I've seen more than that, more than desire and lust. I've seen love, the food that's made the day after, the the laughs that are shared, and more that's so much more complex and emotional than I ever really thought possible before I met you..."
"I'm sensing that a but is coming." Gashera said, putting her toast down
"But I can't be away from a storm. I would have come sooner but there wasn't a big enough storm near enough for me to do so. the storm I'm connected to right now is probably going to be too far pretty soon, and I'll have to go."
"Is there anything we can do?"
"I... I would need an artifact to anchor my physical form too, but not just any old thing. it needs to be imbued with storm magic."
"storm magic... I have something." Gashera said, moving to the other side of the hut, not bothering to hide her nudity with the blanket anymore. she pulled her staff from the corner of the room, the one that'd been struck with lightning the very first time the pair had met. it was magical, it was imbued with storm magic, it was perfect, "this is my staff," Gashera said as she sat down next to Ace, It's what I use to cast magic, and after it got struck with lightning it got imbued with storm magic."
"this... this is perfect." Ace said, gently taking it from Gashera. and for a moment she just held it in her hands, staring at it. Gashera expected for something dramatic and magical to happen but instead there was only a small bolt of static electricity and Ace said "it's done, I... I'm here to stay."
"thank the gods." Gashera said, throwing her arms around Ace and planting a kiss on her cheek.
***
the next few years were full of adventure. Gashera, no longer worried about staying in one place so that Ace could find her, had gone back to adventuring with Ace by her side. it had been the best years of Gashera's life, taking jobs for money in whatever town the pair happened to end up in. and not only that there was plenty of sex and fun that the two had as they learned more about each other. then one morning, something special happened. Gashera woke up, feeling sick. she got out of her bed roll just fast enough to throw up in the woods outside where they'd made camp. she'd sort of felt like this for a few mornings, but dismissed it. but now she couldn't, she knew what this meant. especially because she felt sort of bloated and her breasts were sore. even though Ace didn't have the proper facilities to get Gashera pregnant magic was strange, anything could happen. while Ace slept Gashera grabbed her staff and cast a little detection spell. and her suspicions were confirmed. she was at least two weeks along.
"what's happening?" Ace grumbled as she woke up, shimmying out of her sleeping bag.
"I feel like you should wake up a little bit more before I say." Gashera said, with a little grin
"well now I'm definitely awake." Ace said, returning a mischievous smile and walking over to me, "what are you doing casting magic and throwing up over here, are you sick?"
"well... no, I'm... I'm pregnant."
"wait... you're... did I? did I do that?" she asked, as excitement and awe overtook her face.
"I haven't done the nasty with anyone else." Gashera giggled, "just you, and magic is weird."
"so we're gonna be... we're gonna be moms?"
"we're gonna be moms." Gashera responded, still smiling. Ace swept Gashera up in her arms and spun her around in the air. the two of them floated up and shared a kiss, both reveling in the excitement of the good news.