The Enchanted Forest

Obvious Truth

Another distress wave caused Montezuma Majik to sway on his feet. They had been increasing lately, each more powerful than the last. Running his large hands through his soft, light indigo hair, Montezuma tried to think of a reason for these disorienting attacks. He sat on his dais in the middle of a large throne room made from pearl and cobble stone. His kingdoms insignia rested in the very center of the floor in vivid colors of blue, silver, yellow, and red and the banners from the walls held the symbols for the many creatures of the world.
As Lord of the Mystic Realm, it was Montezuma's duty to keep balance of mystical powers from overflowing into the Reality Realm but these distress waves troubled him. Perhaps, there was trouble brewing in the Reality Realm. These past forty four years were troublesome but Montezuma just didn't know if he should intervene or not.
This thought crossed his mind when his personal butler, Northe Faramir, entered the throne room. His expression, stoic, as his waist length, ruby pink hair swayed back and forth with each step. When he reached just in front of Montezuma he crossed his left arm in front of him and bowed low.
Coming back up, Northe's topaz eyes held the appearance of ill news, “Lord Montezuma, I have distressing news from the Reality Realm.”
Sighing in dread, Montezuma waved his hand for Northe to continue. “It appears the fiends that had been left to roam the Reality Realm centuries ago are being manipulated and used against the many beings of said realm.”
His glowing yellow eyes flying wide open, Montezuma stood to his full height, “How long has this been happening?!”
Northe took a step to the left to allow his lord room to move past him. As Montezuma briskly walked past him, Northe followed behind him, “About three month for the Reality Realm, sir.”
His dark golden robes swishing against the floor as he walked out of the throne room through the empty corridors, the Mystic Lord thought to himself, roughly one year here. He returned his gaze to Northe, “I want my armor in my room before I return, I'm heading to the seer's hall. I must speak with someone.”
Northe stopped pursuing his lord to bow then turned on his heel and went to do his lord's bidding. Montezuma growled, “The fiends.... but how?”
Throwing open the doors to the seer's room, Montezuma immediately raised his hands. The light blue magic seeped through his fingertips into the large white sphere in the center of the room, “Hashen presclet baramerte!”
The words turned the white sphere into a dark green color of swirling magic. Soon after, Forester Drestier appeared within the sphere, “Greetings, Montezuma Majik.”
Montezuma smiled at his childhood friend, “Hello, old friend, we need to speak.”
-----------Zion Academy------------
Jean Kildare was only becoming more and more irritated. Talk of magic and mythical creatures could be heard all over the school, now. Jean mentally scoffed to herself, I can't believe anyone would buy into this hoax!
Ever since last valentine's day the reports were getting more and more frequent. Actually, it made her want to laugh more than anything. This was just someone's poor attempt of creating mischief an these morons actually believed all of it. The Enchanted Forest isn't that creepy. However, the fact it's called the Enchanted forest and that the school's had attacks from terrorists twice now must be helping the rumor.
Pushing her red, round glasses further up the bridge of her nose, she continued walking down the hall to the exit of the school. She had to go home to feed Whiskers, the family cat. Her big brother, Jarvis Kildare was most likely in baseball practice right now. Their mother and father are both at work until early evening and the cat must be hungry by now.
As she passed by she saw a group of girls standing in front of the gymnasium doors. Pushing her way through, she saw her older brother helping to reload the baseball machine. The girls around her chattered away, “Oh my gosh, Jarvis is really cute!”
“I wish he would date me...”
“He is totally good at baseball, too!”
“Did you know he's really smart?!”
“It's so perfect!”
It was always like this. Her brother stood out in a crowd of one hundred whereas Jean had to scream at the top of her lungs if she wanted anyone to know she was there in a crowd of zero. His dark brown hair was cut short in the back but his bangs were just long enough to brush his eyebrows, and his green eyes lit up like candles. He was tall, well built, and smart, too. He really was popular.
Jean on the other hand was average height, light brown hair, and light brown eyes, with glasses and she wasn't very athletic either. Actually, all she ever did was study and read. Jean shook her head. No use getting self-conscious now...
“Oi! Big brother!” Jean yelled out.
The girls around her glared at her, as if she was a love rival. Which made no sense....
Jarvis turned and waved. Grabbing the towel from his shoulder he wiped his face and walked over to his little sister, “Hey, Jeanie.”
Jean hated that nickname, “Sorry, I've already used up the three wishes.”
Her older brother laughed and patted her on the head, “What's up?”
“Mom and dad will be out sort of late tonight so I'm heading home early to feed Whiskers. Just thought I should let you know.” Jean explained.
Jarvis gave her a thumbs up with a wide smiled, “Okay, be careful on you're way back, don't let anything nab you, okay?”
Jean groaned loudly, her eyes rolling almost into the back of her head, “You're buying into those stories, too?!”
Laughing, Jarvis walked back to the ball machine. Jean readjusted her bag onto her shoulders and turned to leave but stopped short as the mob of girls glared at her. They really must have nothing better to do with their lives...
“Don't misunderstand him. He's only nice to you because you're his little sister!” One of the girls called out.
Jean rolled her light brown eyes, “Trust me, I know. He's only nice to me because I do his laundry, as well.”
Jean pushed her way through the girls who glared at her back all the way down the hall. Jean really hated girls like that. It's as if the whole world revolved around them. Why would they get so worked up over the little sister? They must really have no life if they think the little sister is a love rival.
This world is just so messed up...
Jean left the Zion Academy and was wafted by the sent of blooming cherry blossoms. A smile graced her features, enjoying the views. The cherry blossoms in the courtyard of the school were so beautiful, Jean just couldn't get enough of them.
Walking down the paved path of the school, Jean began to wonder about what it would be like to have a guy like her. Would it be as wonderful as everyone claims or would it be painful... or both? Jean could never fathom having a boyfriend, no guy had ever really taken an interest in her before, unless they needed help with notes or homework. Turning onto the road to walk the mile to her house, Jean sighed, I'll worry about this some other time.
Once she arrived at the small cottage her family lived in, Jean broke into a run. She wanted to see Whiskers as soon as possible. Actually, Whiskers was pregnant with kittens but her family had no idea who the tom was because they hardly ever let Whiskers out of the house. Jean threw open the door and kicked her shoes off at the entrance. Dropping her bag on the floor, she grabbed a hold of the beam to the left of her to spin the corner into the living room.
“Whiskers! I'm home!” she called out.
A black cat with a white chin and chest was resting on the baby blue sofa that sat in front of the wide screen TV. Whiskers lifted her head and pinned a stare on Jean with one big yellow eye then let loose a loud meow. Jean skipped over to her cat to rub her head. Whiskers pushed her head into Jean's touch.
The girl then went into the kitchen and scooped up some cat food and dumped it into a large bowl. Whiskers, hearing this sound, jumped from the couch and began purring loudly, rubbing in between Jean's feet.
Jean giggled, “That's right. You eat as much as you want and feed those kittens.”
Running up the stairs to her room, Jean removed her jeans and t-shirt, throwing them into the white hamper at the end of the twin size bed. She put on a short dark gray skirt and a  beige t-shirt with red trimming and brown straps. Leaving her feet bare, her footsteps thudded down the wooden stairs back into the kitchen. She then made herself a cup of tea.
Jean sat down at the kitchen table, her elbow propped on the table, holding her chin, waiting for the water to heat up. Whiskers rubbed herself against Jean's ankles and Jean sighed, “It's really quiet, isn't it Whiskers?”
Whiskers meowed as if agreeing with her. The microwave beeped three times and Jean retrieved her cup of water, dipping the tea bag inside. Grabbing a tea coaster from the cupboard, Jean went into the living room to sit on the sofa. Her legs bent as her feet rubbed each other on the cushion. Whiskers followed Jean and made herself comfy underneath Jean's legs. Whiskers began to purr as she finally settled down.
Jean took one sip of her tea before she heard the entry door slam open. A stunned smile appeared on her face, “Uh...”
Moments later a man with light indigo hair, glowing yellow eyes, tanned olive skin, and a scowl appeared in her living room. He was really tall and he had a sword with a  silver guard and hilt, decorated with an orange rose dangling on his belt. His arms were covered with dark steel arm guards with said orange rose, his shoulders were also guarded by aqua blue chain mail. The chain mail also covered his ribs, connecting at a golden chain that wrapped just above his rib cage. The chain mail also covered his back but left his chest bare. His lower half was protected by heavy dark steel armor and a light green tasset. A weirdly shaped golden crown adorned his forehead, two golden rods jutted out from the side as the center was rounded with a orange fire-opal in the center. He wore large gold hoop earrings. He was very... colorful.
Whiskers hissed at him and Jean continued to smile at him, not really understanding what was going on.
The man glared at her, “Is this the Reality Realm?”
Jean tilted her head to the side, “I'm not sure... in reality men don't really barge into my house...”
His glare intensified, “Sarcasm. A very human trait. This must be the place.”
Jean finally had her brain catch up with her..... and she screamed. She threw the hot tea at the strange. He snarled and shielded his face with his arm, the hot liquid stinging his chest and hands. Jean picked up her cat and ran for the kitchen, up the stairs, and into her bedroom slamming the door shut. She locked it, too.
Diving for her closet she began to rip through the junk inside, her parents had given her a cellphone last Christmas but she didn't have too many friends so she just dumped it in her closet. Now that she thought about it, it was a really stupid idea. Jean should have kept it on her in case of emergencies. Finally, she found her gray flip cell phone.
Dialing her big brother's cell phone number, she whispered to herself, while clutching the phone with both hands, “Please pick up... please pick up... please pick up...”
Jarvis' voice answered on the other end, “Hello?”
Jean squeaked, “Jarvis! It's Jean! Please, come home!”
“Hey, hey, what's wrong?” Jarvis sounded concerned and he should be.
Heavy footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and the jangling of metal. HE'S GONNA KILL ME!!! Her tears started to spill out, “There's someone here and he's holding a sword! Whiskers and me are locked in my bedroom! Please, come home!”
The door opened and Jean gasped, her chin bumping the cell phone and ending the call.
--------Zion Academy---------
Beep... beep... beep...
Jarvis stood in the gymnasium, shocked, “Hello....? Jean? JEAN?!” He cursed and hung up.
Jogging over to his coach he informed him of the phone call, “I need to leave.”
His coach rubbed his head, “A sword? I don't know... sounds like she just wants attention.”
Jarvis scoffed, “She doesn't make this stuff up for fun y'know. I need to go!” He grabbed his  bag from the side of the bleachers, not bothering to listen to his coaches protests and he also didn't take the time to change back into his normal clothes.
Pushing through the girls at the door he ran from the school to their house, just be okay!
---------Kildare Cottage----------
Jean's eyes were wide as she stared in horror at the man before her. He was huge! He could easily kill her with his own hands he didn't even need the sword! Her lips quivering, Jean had Whiskers in her arms and tucked herself into a corner. Who wouldn't be terrified if a big man with a lethal weapon came into their house unannounced?
Montezuma sighed, he wasn't planning to scare the human. It had to be the sword... causing the sword to dissipate in the air, he crouched low on the ground. “Miss, I'm sorry, it was not my goal to frighten you.”
“Well, you failed!” She cried out, still frightened. Jean didn't even notice the sword disappearing into thin air.
Montezuma sat down on the ground by the door, blocking Jean's only safe exit. She could try the window but with Whiskers in her arms, she might break her ankle or leg. So, Jean just sat in her corner, her eyes fixed on the colorful peacock intruder in front of her.
They continued to merely gaze at one another until she heard the door down stairs slam shut, “Jeanie?! Sis?!” Jarvis shouted from below.
“Up here!” Jean shouted back.
Jean smirked at the man, “You're in trouble, now!”
The man merely looked away, apparently bored. Most burglars ran when someone came after them. What's with this weirdo?
Jarvis' foot steps were heard running up the stairs. He threw open her bedroom door and saw his sister tucked into a corner. Glancing down, he saw the man who must be terrorizing his baby sister.
He grabbed the man by his chain mail and snarled, “What did you do to my sister?!”
Montezuma had never seen a human as brazen and strong as this one. Shoving the child's hands from him he glared at the boy, “Do not touch me, human.”
Jarvis' scowl intensified, “Did you hurt my sister?”
Montezuma shook his head but Jean ran up to Jarvis' side, “Brother!”
Jarvis hugged her close to his side, “What did you want, then?” His tone only a little more civil.
The large man brushed his hand through his hair, his glowing yellow eyes becoming agitated, “May we return downstairs? This room is far too small. I will explain everything there.”
True enough, the man was hunching over to keep his head from brushing the ceiling. Her brother Jarvis was six feet and seven inches but he only came up to this guys neck. A foot taller, no wonder he was having problems with Jean's small room.
Jarvis tucked his baby sister closer to his side, “Fine, you first though.”
Montezuma bowed his head and left the room, heading back for the living room. Jarvis followed behind him, keeping his sister at arms reach. If this bastard tried any funny business he was going to push his sister on her ass and rush the fucker. They reached the living room and Montezuma sat on the black recliner near the entry to the laundry room which was next to the TV. Jarvis and Jean sat on the blue sofa, their cat, Whiskers, choosing Montezuma's lap which he had no problems with.
“Alright, what's you're name?” Jarvis started with.
Montezuma had to be careful less he give away too much info and these children were harmed for their knowledge, “Montezuma Majik.”
Jean made a face, “Really?”
“Does my name offend you?” Montezuma asked, arching an eyebrow.
“No... it's just different.” She mumbled, looking down as if embarrassed.
Jarvis sighed, his hand scratching the back of his head, “It does sound weird but we have even weirder names at the school.” His bright green eyes returning to rest on Montezuma,
 “Alright, why are you here?”
Again, Montezuma decided not to divulge to much information, “A problem arose in this... place. I'm here to correct it if I can.”
Jarvis narrowed his green eyes, sitting back on the couch appearing relaxed, he tried again, “I meant why are you in our house?”
“Ah,” Montezuma said, his head hanging down, “that...” Montezuma's cheeks mottled red as embarrassment flogged him, “The Enchanted Forest used to be much much larger. However, I have not been to this area for.... quite some time.” He sat up straight, his back becoming stiff from the leather of this chair, “To my surprise, I ended up in a city instead of the forest as I used to do in the past.”
He stood up on his feet and started pacing back and forth in front of the TV the children's  eyes never leaving him, “I was completely lost. I had no idea how to get to the Forest itself. I thought I had ended up going to the wrong place so I saw this cottage and decided someone must be inside, so I opened the door and was planning to ask how to get to the Forest.”
Jean felt bad for the man but no matter how you looked at it....it was breaking and entering....
Jarvis, however, started laughing, “Oh, you poor bastard. In this place that's considered breaking and entering.” his words echoing Jean's thoughts.
Montezuma was more curious then ticked despite the child laughing at his ineptitude. He turned to the boy, “Breaking and entering?”
Jean stood up to walk up to the man, “It means to break into someones home and enter it without the owners consent. It's considered a crime.” She said as she reached his side, “Would you like some milk, juice or tea?”
“Juice, please.” He agreed.
Jean nodded and left for the kitchen, the sound of her bumbling around getting a cup and opening the fridge could be heard in the living room. Jarvis laid down on his side now that the whole couch was freed and the tension seemed to have fled, “I'll forgive you this time because you clearly had no bad intentions but...” He stared up into Montezuma's face, “Just try not to do it again. My sister doesn't get startled easy so you must have really freaked her out and if she reacts like this, most others would have shot you or called the cops a long time ago.”
Montezuma nodded his head, finally understanding the severeness of the situation, “How do I avoid this in the future, then?”
Jean returned with a glass of juice and held it up for Montezuma to take, “Knocking.”
After taking a gulp of what must have been cranberry juice, Montezuma appeared confused, once again, “Knocking what?”
Jean shook her head, “No, knocking on someones door. Then you wait for them to answer it. How do you go to someones house where you're from?”
Montezuma seemed shocked she wouldn't know, “Just walk inside like I did here.”
“Yeah, that'll get you arrested.” Jean and Jarvis spoke simultaneously.
The Mystic groaned, “This won't be easy. Who shall inform me how to get to the Enchanted Forest?”
Jean jumped a bit, shocked, “If that's all you need, I can take you there.”
Jarvis sat up, “Sister...”
“Shush,” Jean snapped, “I'm fine now and he needs help. You should get back to practice now that the excitements over. I have nothing else to do.” She said grasping Montezuma's large hand with both of her small dainty hands.
Jarvis groaned, sitting up, “Alright, but be careful.” He went back to the entry way to grab his bag. Seeing as how another hour of practice was left he could at least get those pitches in. Whistling to himself, tucking a hand in his pocket while his other hand held the strap of his bag over his shoulder, Jarvis left the house without taking a look back.
Jean released Montezuma's hands with a wide smile, “Sorry for freaking out earlier! Wait here, I'll go get my coat.” Jean rushed upstairs back to her room and grabbed a thin yellow sweater.
It was spring but the evenings were still a little chilly. Hopping back down the stairs, Jean was grinning like an idiot, “I haven't taken a walk to the Enchanted Forest in a long time. I'm usually busy with homework or it gets to late but now I have a really good reason.” She explained to Montezuma.
He showed her a soft smile, his glowing yellow eyes softening, “You must really like the forest.”
“Well, yeah.” Jean mumbled, shyly glancing down.
Jean failed to mention that she really wanted to walk with this man. He was actually pretty attractive and Jean had to admit that she thought him sexy, even. But she decided to keep that bit to herself, brushing her bangs to the side.
She knelt down beside Whiskers, who decided to preen herself at Montezuma's feet, and petted her soft, fluffy, black and white coat. Then Jean kissed the cat's ears, “You behave yourself, mama.”
Montezuma's face fell into complete shock, “She's your mother?”
Jean's face turned bright red as she shook her head vigorously, making an 'X' with her arms. To think Montezuma would believe the cat to be someone's mother. Perhaps, he wasn't that safe to be around.
“No! Whiskers is burdened with kittens.” Jean explained, her voice sounding desperate.
Montezuma laughed, “Ah, I see. Very well, then, please, lead the way.”
Jean was mesmerized by Montezuma’s laugh. It was deep, yet soft, enticing her senses. She couldn't get her ears to stop ringing, his laugh still stuck in her head. Her cheeks infusing with red, Jean led the way out the door. Her heart, giddy, and her nerves, frantic.
Was this a dream? Jean never thought a handsome man such as this would ever walk with her. Sure, he needed help but it was like out of a fairy tale. Jean shook her head, dispelling such ridiculous thoughts. She was just helping the man out, nothing more, nothing less.
Pity...
She wouldn't mind spending even more time with this man. What woman in their right mind wouldn't want to be around him? A lesbian that's who.....
As they took the slightly extended walk towards the darkening forest, the silence between them grew deafening. It left a hollow buzz in her ears as her memory flogged her off his true voice. Her skin was pricking with chills all over. She hugged herself, rubbing her arms with her hands, in order to stop the tingling sensation. Montezuma took notice of Jean's actions and frowned at her, "Are you cold, Jean?"
Jean's skin chilled all over as her name rolled off his tongue. His voice was utterly irresistible. She wouldn't be able to take much more of his presence without making a total fool of herself. Picking up her pace only a little bit, Jean shook her head. She couldn't just outright tell him he made her chill all over.
"N-no. It's just... we should get there before dark, right?" Jean stuttered out, keeping her gaze on the, suddenly, interesting sidewalk.
Montezuma's frown increased. Now she was avoiding him. Did he truly frighten the humans? Maybe he should fix that. Placing a hand on Jean's shoulder, Montezuma stopped Jean in her tracks. His glowing yellow eyes were staring into, what seemed, the very depths of her soul.
"W-what is it?" Jean asked, startled.
Montezuma just came right out with it, "Do I scare you?"
Jean's soft chocolate colored eyes widened, why would he ask that? She opened her mouth to respond but literally had nothing to say. What could she say to that?
Montezuma sighed, "Perhaps it is my appearance?"
Jean grasped his hands in her tiny ones, once more, "No! no, no, no, I'm not scared of you. Just nervous, is all!"
Montezuma was now puzzled, "Is that not the same thing?"
Jean wanted to groan. He just wasn't getting it... "N-no.. it's not.." her voice was dropping in volume. He wasn't actually going to make her come right out and say it, was he?
"Then what is it?"
Yeah, he was...
"Well, it's... complicated... actually, no it's not. I just... I don't have the confidence to tell you so can I just say I'm nervous but I'm not scared?" Jean tried to worm her way out of telling him to bluntly.
Montezuma's grip never loosened, "No."
Awww.....
Jean took a deep breath, "Okay... but don't laugh." Jean warned with a viscous glare.
Montezuma nodded.
"Alright, here it goes. Um, I find you.... really..." Wow, this is harder than I thought. "really..... attractive...." her voice died out at the end as her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson and she began to burn holes in the concrete, again, with her eyes.
A light dust of pink flamed crossed Montezuma's face. A tiny smirk slowly formed upon his face. He palmed the top of her head and laughed, lightly, "Thank you, Jean, but I doubt I am the... preferred choice for you."
Jean wanted to die of embarrassment, especially since Montezuma was being so nice. He clearly just turned her down. Her chocolate brown eyes slightly watering she straightened to her full height and briskly turned around, "Right. Well, let's get you to the forest."
A frown fell upon Montezuma's features. Had he said something to upset her? Jean seemed closed off from him now. Wanting to ask her what was wrong he went to stop her in her tracks. However, he was delayed... a strong fissure rushed down his back, a sign of danger. No later than it happened, a large tail swung out from the side of the path, slamming into Jean's mid-section and throwing her on the pavement. Jean coughed up blood from the impact and passed out on the cement, blood pouring from her temple.
A woman came out from the path, riding a Rakasha, a fiend that took the appearance of an ancient Gaurdian Beast, large metallic creatures of either onyx or gold, with four limbs and a ringlet around their heads. Motnezuma glared at the woman, drawing his sword.
"State your name, Witch." He growled, guessing her true nature immediately.
She pouted, "Another interference?" She pointed to the girl, "This girl is wanted by his majesty."
"I said your name. Tell me now." Montezuma commanded.
She glared, "Fine~! My name is Bathsua Zenda!" She then spat at him and threw her arm out, throwing a dark blast at him.
Montezuma merely swatted it away with one hand make Bathsua's eyes widen, "W-who...?"
Jean moaned and tried to turn over, seeing the human girl so needlessly injured enraged him on an astounding level. Seeing red, he turned to glare at the fiend realizing it was not in it's right mind.
He snarled, "So you are the one messing with my children!"
Bathsua's eyes narrowed, "A mystic...?"
Montezume charged his sword, the electrical blue fire surrounding his blade as his eyes grew cold, "Lord of the Mystics." With a swing of his arm, a shocking wave of magical energy, far stronger than any witch, elf, or mage could ever conjure, flew at the poor beast, killing it instantly.
The fiend cried out but it's mind was clear, making the fiend very happy. Thank you....
The slight whisper reached Montezuma's ears. Putting two fingers on his forehead he murmured an ancient prayer for the fiends safe travels. "Erasem Taebarmertas."
        The witch, however, was very displeased and rushed him. She had enough of being thwarted. With astounding reflexes he nabbed her around the throat and threw her against the concrete floor below, his face merely inches from hers.
"If you ever touch my children again. I will smite you where you stand." His voice was clear, calm, but his face held true wrath as he uttered these words.
Bathsua hissed at him and dissolved into nothing. Leaving them where they were. Standing upright, Montezuma sighed, "I smell the Usarionas Plant, that explains the headaches... I'm allergic to that plant."
The fact that they were using it to control them would explain everything. He was directly connected to every fiend. Whatever they have he has and he's been allergic to the Usarionas plant since he was small. Another low moan stole his attention.
Rushing over to Jean he knelt by her side, scooping his arm under her head, lifting her to sit up right. Jean's eyes fluttered a bit, "W-what...?" she could barely speak.
Montezuma had to heal this girl... there was just one problem with his healing abilities. And if strolling though a door was invading privacy.... this might be a problem.
"Jean. Jean Kildare, I'm going to heal you. This will be a major intrusion on yourself but it's for your own good." He then laid his lips to her forehead, "Please, forgive me."
Using his magic he rid her of her clothing and his as well, every Mystic had different methods of healing... his happened to be sex... he had his mother to blame for that. Jean's head tilted to the side as she felt the cool air wash over her skin. With electrical currents rushing over his fingers, Montezuma began tracing enticing paths along her face, trailing down her neck until he was able to grope and rouse her breasts to a beautiful peak.
Jean's back arched off the sidewalk, her mind still fuzzy but her body felt tingly all over. She bit her knuckles to suppress her voice. Lower his head, Montezuma replaced one of his hands with the moist heat of his mouth, using his other hand to pin both of her wrist together above her head.
Jean's mind was clearing as the sharp sensations pulled her through the harsh haze. A gasp slipped through her lips as his teeth lightly tugged one of her breasts. Her wound on her temple had healed, the blood clearing up and skin sowing itself shut. Seeing this Montezuma began to pull back, releasing her hands, not wanting to offend her any more than this.
However, Jean's hands flew around him, holding his body to hers, realizing this could be the only chance she'd ever have with him, "Please, don't go..."
Jean turned red, not believing she just asked him for that. Loosening her hold, she was about to apologize for acting rash but he embraced her. Jean's small, thin body was so tiny compared to Montezuma, who appeared to be a battle hardened warrior.
"There will be no going back." He muttered, more to himself than to her.
Jean sighed and kissed his neck softly, "That's okay." she murmured, her lips brushing against the Mystic's flesh.
Cupping the back of her head with one hand, Montezuma used the other to rub and moisten her clit. He began to electrically charge the flesh, increasing the erogenous zone's pleasure. Jean wrapped her arm around his broad shoulders, holding as firmly as she could as her body shook and quivered to his expert touch.
Feeling the wetness of her completely coat his fingers he deemed her ready. Lifting her bottom slightly, he slid the human onto his shaft but stiffened as he felt her tear. She clenched tighter on him and bit his shoulder, repressing a scream. Montezuma's fingers rubbed the nub of her core, trying to ease the ache, "I wish you would have told me you were a virgin. I would not be taking you out in the open."
Jean shuddered and shook her head, "It's fine."
He nibbled on her throat, her body fitting snugly in his lap, like a puzzle piece. Jean felt his heart beat race under her chest and couldn't help but smile to herself. She was so glad that he was enjoy himself as much as she was.
Lifting her hips, Jean slid herself back down, gasping at the shocks that rushed through her body. Montezuma groaned as she began to move on her own but he hated not being in complete control. The Mystic wanted her to writhe to his touch, not the other way around. Sitting up on his knees, he held Jean with gentle care, his hands braced on her waist. Jean was amazed at his strength, he held her with no support as if she was merely a piece of paper.
The Mystic smirked down at her, an expression Jean had never seen him where before as he began to slowly thrust against her. A teasing gesture on his part. Jean moaned and tried to move to increase the friction but the way he held her, she had no control, "Don't tease meee~ <3"
Montezuma was encouraged by this, loving the sound of her small voice. "I am sorry, I can not hear you, my dear, Jean." His voice was low and husky as he leaned down to kiss her lips.
Jean at least had control of her arms as she threaded her delicate fingers through her hair, kissing him back. He smiled into the kiss seeing that she was very responsive.  Pulling back, his eye glowing ever so slightly, as he added his magic to each thrust.
The electric shocks stimulated her erogenous zone, causing her to gasp and arch her back, her perky breasts peaked with interest. She groaned and grasped his forearms as Montezuma began to slam in Jean.  Her nails digging into the Mystics flesh.
The further she arched the tighter she became, causing Montezuma to grunt from the friction. Running his tongued former her throat down to her breasts he tugged and suckled at the rosy nub. Her body was on fire both inside and out as she felt a building heat in her core.
Shoving his weight into it, Montezume thrust harder, picking up speed at an alarming rate. Jean's tears were leaking from her chocolate brown eyes. Her body couldn't take much more as she tried to find release. Montezuma smirked and moved his lips to press right against her ear, "You're so wet, Jean. You must feel very good.. show me.."
Jean gasped as the voice she loved was uttering such suggestive words. Her body convulsed and burst apart. Her orgasm ripping through her as she screamed out his name. She couldn't help but feel heavily aroused. Feeling her tighten around her he began to thrust harder, intensifying her erotic pleasure as she cried out. Soon, he felt himself swell up, ready to burst until finally he released a heavy load deep inside of her.
After a few moments, Montezuma materialized a rag and began to lightly clean her. Jean smiled at the gentleness of his actions. Actually, besides just healthy, she was feeling energetic and vital as well.
Montezuma eyes softened as he met her entranced gaze, "How do you feel?"
"Amazing." It was the only word she could think of to describe it.
He chuckled lightly and re-clothed them, "Shall we?"
Jean took his hand that he offered her and continued their way to the forest. It was quiet but not and awkward silence, more comfortable really. When they reached the Forest entrance Montezuma turned to Jean who looked both sad yet happy for him, "Well, here we are."
Montezuma hugged her and kissed her forehead, "Thank you, Jean."
Jean hugged him back, "You're welcome."
Before she could say anything else he left her there, vanishing within the forest. Jean sighed, feeling empty. Turning to walk home, she couldn't help the stray tears that fell from her face onto the path home.
---------one month later----------
No, no, no, no, no, no.... Jean sat down in the bathroom with her friend, Mahira Loral, who was only three years younger than her. Mahira rubbed her back, not sure what to say as Jean sat there in tears.
Mahira attempted to make her feel better, "Well, this baby won't be fully human then right? So maybe it will be less hard then caring for a real baby."
"Still, magic isn't supposed to be real! But now I'm... oh no, how will I tell Jarvis, or mom, or dad even!"
The bathroom door slammed open, Jarvis stood there looking enraged, "What?!"
Jean's eyes widened in fear, "How much did you hear?!"
Jarvis snarled, "Only all of it!"
Jean's tears fell then, as she wrapped herself in a hug. Mahira wrapped her thin arms around Jean in a tight hug and glared at Jarvis, "You're such an asshole!"
Jarvis ran his hand through his soft brown hair, his green eyes appearing flustered, "This is... a lot to take in."
Jean was so scared, she didn't want to take this on by herself. She felt so terrified... what was she going to do?
----------The Mystic Kingdom---------
It had been a full month since Montezuma met with Forester Drestier and he claimed how Khaos and his minions have been on the move for a while now.  He really just wanted to see Jean again. Her soft, small body, her bright smile, her sharp tongue. She was an exquisite human. A beautiful creature.
Montezuma sat on his throne when his butler, Northe Faramir, entered his throne room once more. Crossing his left arm over his chest he bowed, "My Lord I have news for you."
Montezuma groaned, "What is it this time." Montezuma was in no mood to go out today.
Northe's eyes sparked gold as he smirked, looking up to him, "You're a father, sir."
Montezuma stared at him and then stood up from his throne immediately, "What did you say?!"
Northe bowed once more, "You are a father, Sir."
Montezuma had no clue what he meant until his brain began to process, "Jean..."
Northe nodded his head, Montezuma flashed out of there that moment, appearing in front of a familiar house. He was about to throw the door open but remembered about "breaking and entering" so he knocked.
Jarvis opened the door looking pissed, which instantly changed to enraged, grabbing Montezuma by his silk lavender robes he snarled, "You fucking son of a~!"
Jean ran and tugged his arms off of Montezuma, "Leave him alone, Jarvis!"
Jarvis spat on the ground but took a step back. Jean wanted to say something to Montezuma but her words left her. Montezuma's silken lavender robes swathed him like that of a noble, his armor was no where to be found as his light indigo hair was braided over his shoulder. He looked much softer, kinder, and gentler than when he was in his armor.
He reached for her and Jean noticed his fingers were clawed but supple. He pulled her to him, hugging her close, "I am so sorry, Jean. I shall not leave again."
Jean's eyes misted as she heard this, "But you're a... Mystical thing..."
He smiled, wanting to laugh at her ignorance, "Lord of the Mystics."
"Yeah that..."
Montezuma slid hugged her tighter, her face buried in his robes as he smoothed her hair with his hand, "I am allowed to go where I please. I shall tend to my job and come home to you."
Jean sobbed, clutching at his robes, "I was so scared!"
"I know, Jean." He glared at Jarvis, "You. You will no longer touch me without permission. I have had more than enough tolerance of you."
Jarvis smirked, "Find. Just don't fuck with my sister."
"Shall it be allowed to fuck your sister, instead?" Montezuma's gruff voice was teasing yet cold.
Jarvis' eyes narrowed, "Word play, huh?"
Mahira laughed as she came down from the upstairs, "Haha, Jarvis has been owned."
Jarvis grumbled as Jean smiled. Montzuma kissed her softly, "I shall love you and this child, if that pleases you."
"It would please me. I'll shower you with love in return, just no voodoo stuff around the baby."
Montezuma, "The obvious truth my dear, is the baby will be doing it's on voodoo."
Jean groaned, "Just great."