Chapter 15 – Flying Bread (18+)
Devon frowned, still unconvinced that something as ethereal as magic could be utilized with a simple vocal utterance and a hand movement.
Unconvinced, he decided to try it anyway at the goading of madame Elisa. “Rise,” he muttered, making an upwards hand gesture the same way the madame did it.
To his surprise, the toast actually fidgeted for a second, and then… shot halfway across the room at lightning speed, like a flying disc ejected at mach speed from a cd-rom drive. The toast flew like a boomerang across the room, spinning like a bread shaped shuriken before landing smack on Lillia’s ass, hitting her buttocks with the flat white square.
Even Madame Elisa let out an eep after seeing the explosive crazy trajectory of the bread from a simple rise command. She fanned herself with her hand in surprise, cooling off her excitement. “Devon….”
“Did I do it right?” Devon asked, perplexed at what just happened. He never expected for anything to happen, and was already impressed when the bread fidgeted just one bit. Having the piece of toast launch itself across the room shocked him.
“Devon, baby…” the madame started, as she resumed stroking Devon’s hair. “You have an immense potential for magic, and yet so little control over it. I’m having second thoughts about sending you to accompany countess Ilyana today. Such chaotic energy from you and from her should not be mixed together…”
“I will have to give you some private lessons in the future, okay Devon?” the madame said in a flirtatious tone.
“Yes, as long as the lessons end in a creampie each time,” Devon replied.
“Hiiiii-!” Lillia exclaimed in shock at our scandalous conversation.
The madame laughed. “Devon, you really are so funny, my baby. I’m just trying to bring out your magical potential. Why would our private lessons on magic end in a creampie?”
Devon smiled. “Because I’ll only be interested in attending lessons if you wear that lingerie from last night. However, I think I won’t be able to resist thoroughly raping you before the lesson is over if you wear that lascivious lingerie.”
The madame replied quickly. “If it makes my darling genius student happy, I will wear all sorts of interesting lingerie for him. But promise me that you will at least try to learn just a little before you spread your teacher’s legs, okay?”
“I can’t guarantee anything, but I’ll try,” Devon answered. He really liked how receptive the madame was to his perversions, no matter how lecherous his thoughts were. The only thing that would make his life better right now is if he could save up enough money to buy a young elf as a sex slave. Devon decided to make that one of his new goals.
Giving himself goals, no matter how salacious they were, was good because it gave him a sense of purpose and a way forward that didn’t need much thought to entertain.
A knock on the door sent the madame shuffling her feet to answer it. Madame Elisa opened the apartment door and greeted a battalion soldier sent by the earl, who spoke tensely.
“Here to pick up the countess’s escort.”
“Yes, of course. Devoooon! Your carriage is here!” the madame called, her hand to the side of her mouth as she waved at Devon, her F-cup breasts jiggling like pudding as she waved.
Devon got up from his seat, having barely finished his breakfast, and walked over after cleaning his mouth with a napkin. “I’m here,” he said to the soldier.
The soldier nodded politely, and beckoned for him to follow. “After me, sir.”
Devon was surprised at how well he was being treated, and as if the madame read his mind, she whispered in his ear as he was leaving. “They have to treat you well, you know. It’s very hard to hire a high end escort through guild backroom connections, and our best are sent on some of the most extravagant diplomatic missions.”
“I see,” Devon said, while stepping out of the apartment. “Well, I’ll see you later then, madame.”
“Ciao~” the madame replied, waving back at him as she slowly closed the door while smiling cheerfully. “You’ll do just fine,” she said in encouragement, and then closed the door fully.
“Right this way sir.”
Devon followed the soldier down to an entire motorcade equivalent of carriages and warhorses packed with dozens of soldiers, as he was led to the back of the battalion and to an elegant carriage. The soldier pushed aside the carriage curtain, revealing Countess Ilyana staring through the window absentmindedly.