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Girl In A Jar, Part Two


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My fingers brushed against the jar, and the world grew dim around me. I felt some arcane force pulling at me, dragging at me, mind, body and soul. Darkness swirled around me and for a moment I felt myself teeter on the brink of some fearful transition. Then, I am pleased to recount, my mage's training kicked in and I steeled my will to resist the pull. In a moment the darkness was gone as if it had never been, leaving me gasping for breath, my heart hammering inside my chest.

 

Weak-legged, I sat myself down on a stone bench at the side of the room. I remained thus for perhaps half an hour, until I felt sure I was fully composed once again. Then, with great care, I wrapped the jar in rags and secreted it in my satchel, along with any papers that looked as if they might have pertained to the matter of the jar.

 

Neither jar nor papers appeared on the inventory I later presented to the University. This was not done lightly. Granted, it was not unknown for the occasional semi-precious stone to fall into an apprentice's pocket. In general the University would turn a blind eye so long as nothing too valuable or significant was pilfered. But the jar was hardly insignificant, and I was no Hero of Kvatch to go commandeering valuable mystic artifacts without so much as a by-your-leave. No, this was theft, pure and simple, and would have been the end of my career if discovered. Nevertheless I found I needed, wanted, desperately to understand the nature of my find.

 

Later in my garret, I set the jar upon my cramped workbench. I had taken certain precautions, obtaining the blessing of Julianos, quaffing some fortifying potions, and anything else that I thought might help me in what I was about to do. And then, most cautiously, I touched the jar and let the enchantment have its way with me.

 

There was a moment of blackness, a wrenching of the gut and then ... then I was with Her! The woman in the jar was before me, fully sized and restrained as she had been in the jar. Dream-like, I realized that I was now some naked, and dream-like, that seemed perfectly normal to me. The woman was before me and I was acutely aware of the heat of her body, the scent of her musk filling the space. Without conscious thought, I stepped forward and thrust myself into the heat of her sex.

 

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This was utterly like unlike any encounter of my limited sexual experience. We copulated with a savagery I could barely have imagined possible. Neither of us spoke a word, we simply fucked and fucked (I fear there is no term better suited to our activity), I sinking my nails into her  shoulders for better purchase, she raising her hips to match my every thrust. And then, when I could hold back my seed no longer, the darkness returned and I found myself once more in my garret; fully clothed and exhausted, spent in every sense of the word.

 

I staggered to my bed and slept until morning. When I awoke, my first action was to reach out and touch the jar again...

 

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That last sentence makes me thing Sanguine had a hand in that, though I don't recall any mention of him involved with the Alyieds.  Not that it would prevent it, and as you mentioned, someone in the distant (but not originally distant) past might have built on or re-used a room in the ruins.

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