#fantasythoughts

It's Monday! That means it's time for #QuestionOfTheWeek!

This week's question is...

Imagine you're about to steal a load of treasure from a dragon. Which five people have you got on your team, and why?

I want the gentleman experience, kiss on the cheek a murmur of how pretty I look all dressed up for you. You know there's lace and silk underneath and I want nothing more than to pull you inside and make you unwrap me but you just laugh at me and my desperation and no we have reservations.

Take me out to a nice resturaunt. Tables tucked in corners candlelight flickering soft music that we can never quite figure out is coming from. Pull out my chair and help me into it rough gentle fingers running over my bare shoulders and I can't help my shiver already leaking into my panties.

We eat and I'm good just like you want me even if I cant stop fidgeting. Everything makes me ache your mouth around your fork, your soft little hums as you savour dinner and I want nothing more than to crawl over the table and into your lap to grind against you to scratch that itch that's plaguing my every thought. I feel your shoe shiny, black leather nudge against my shin and my legs part in seconds eager to feel you, any part I can have against me.

Be still. You're such a tease and I cant help my whine and pout as the toe of your shoe presses so gently against the lace over my cunt. All I need to do is roll my hips forwsrd and I'd feel you better feel something against my achey clit but your arched brow has me freezing, pout still curling because I know I shouldn't that this is just a test.

It'll be worth it in the end.

Maybe you'll follow me to the bathroom crowd me into a stall. Press me back against the wall and suck bruises on my throat as I struggle to get my hands back on you. Its so easy for you to trap my hands in yours and you laugh at my whines pressing a thigh between my own. Come on baby you murmur before nipping at my collarbone and I shudder before grinding down, riding your thigh in time to your encouragement. Its a reward but I still have to work for it, biting back whimpers and moan as I chase what you've denied me all night.

Maybe you let me come, let my ride it out and shudder. Or maybe you snatch it away at the last second, muffling me protests with kisses as you gently tidy me up, pulling my dress back into place and tidying my curls. It doesnt help all that much I still look desperate for you but you shush me softly, petting me and letting me curl against you but never letting me press against you where I want. Not yet you say, soft little pets to my spine.

There are three general types of magic in any fantasy:

Physical, which covers moving (throwing air and rocks around, for example)  and altering matter (exploding it, changing temperatures, altering weather, etc.)

example spells are gusts of wind, fog, fireballs, and lightning

Mental, which covers any mind related magic.

example spells are mind-reading, enchanting people, and mind control

Metaphysical, which covers things beyond the mundane (creating life and altering time)

example spells would be stopping time, resurrection, creating sentience

Mental is more powerful than Physical because even the most powerful physical spell-wielder can be controlled by mental magic.

Magic, in the generic fantasy sense, is when someone, after years of study, can wave their hands and create fantastic results: Fireballs, weather changes, divination, whatever. Just like any other skill (except with different results :p ).

If it exists in a world, it becomes a skill, and, just like someone's jaw drops at seeing a magnificent painting ("You did this?!Wow!"), our jaws drop when that bearded man whips out some arcane badassness.

Thought: What if it wasn't the highest skill?

Adrian fought with the crowd to get a better view. Mages seated on the stands above began casting weaves to enhance acoustics from the stage.

A crisp and well-dressed man walked on; the crowd silenced. Adrian shivered; He was seeing a Speaker! One of the most powerful people alive, second only to the gods! This was the height of mortal existence!

The man cleared his throat and spoke.