Temptation

Chapter 5
Chapter 5

“Temptation” Part 5

 

By Oni and Piper

 

 

Back at the shop emotions war within Amara, forming butterflies in the pit of her stomach which spread to other parts of her body.  She is jealous, she is betrayed, but she also remembers that Jym isn't her boyfriend, and feels embarrassed for feeling so possessive of him.  He is no longer her charge, he is IN charge; in charge, and older. 

 

As Amara wrestles with her crazed emotions she feels more confused for a moment, then less confused as she focuses on one fact.  "Wait a minute," she thinks.  "It is against the rules to have a relationship with one's squire." 

 

The young Paladin bows her head and focuses on clearing her thoughts, pushing the chaos out of her mind as best she can.  She finds some serenity, and smiles to herself.  Then she lifts her head and says, as a friendly warning, "Really, Jym!  At this rate, you will have a girl in every town!  Be sure you leave her virtue intact."

 

Jym pulls away and sputters as Alyssa blinks, looking confused.  "Uh, she's ... exaggerating." he says.

 

"Huh?" Alyssa comments then gives him sly grin.  "Oooo, I knew I chose well.  Found a dress yet dear?" she asks Amara sweetly.

 

"I have found one I am happy with," Amara replies calmly, looking relaxed.  "I'll find a pair of shoes, shall I?"  She heads back into the racks of clothes.

 

Watching her go is Jym, who suddenly feels a bit guilty.  "Maybe I should help her." he says.

 

Alyssa raises an eyebrow.  "Why?  You dress her?” she asks, having no idea of the irony of that statement.  “Somehow I think she’ll manage." she adds, pulling the boy into another kiss.

 

Amara tries to keep her emotions in check as she disrobes and inspects her body in front of a full length mirror.  She is skinny.  Her nipples have turned pink, a bad sign.  Her breasts have reduced to less than half their adult size, though luckily she was an early bloomer.  Her pubic hair is still plentiful, though it is softer, and her hips look all girl no woman.

 

The diminished holy warrior sighs and resolves not to panic, to instead enjoy herself while she can.  She pulls the simple yellow dress back on without proper underclothes or even shoes, figuring it would take too long to find such contraptions, and slips out of the shop to enjoy the celebration on her own.

 

Reiko, still watching from outside the shop, shakes herself from her reverie and ponders what to do.  Should she follow Amara or go bother Jym?  She gradually realizes however that little Killi is nowhere to be seen or heard from.  With a frown she mentally asks the shadows where he went.  The shades of the night darken in a snake-like line through the grass, following his trail back toward the celebration.

 

The shadow and storm witch rolls her eyes.  "Well, time to get back to work." she mutters, then moves silently into the shop.  Jym and Alyssa are lying back on the sofa kissing when Reiko leans in behind Alyssa’s head, staring straight into Jym’s face from behind the sofa’s back.  "My, my Jym, such an interesting way to pray." she teases.

 

The relentless witch's face is an almost frightening surprise for poor Jym.  He pulls away sharply.  "Yeesh, Reiko!" he gasps.  Alyssa gives a short scream at the new voice next to her ear.

 

Reiko feels like a mother who has caught two youths playing.  Well, an older sister, she muses.  She can practically feel the hormones surging through their young bodies.

 

"Greetings young miss, my name is Reiko, what's yours?" she asks politely as she stands, her face and body shrouded by shadow.  The room is quite dark, lit now only by the candle next to the sofa.

 

"Alyssa," the girl stammers.  "Hey, how did you get in here?  We are closed!"  She keeps a firm grip on one of Jym's hands, not at all recognizing the woman from earlier.

 

Both of the young teens before her look embarrassed, looking away from her eyes and trying to recover their composure.  She thinks they look absolutely adorable and in a moment she has an idea to play a little prank on Jym.  With her shadow magic and her newfound affection for youth she makes herself appear, by illusion only, to regress down to sixteen as well. 

 

The magic which goes into the illusion guides her better than she expected however and she finds that she actually feels like she’s in a younger body, her suddenly larger clothing sliding on her new skinner form.  Instead of being concerned by the unexpected results however she laughs and hides behind the couch.  "Sorry.  I won't peek anymore." she says with humor and a suddenly higher voice.  "Tell me when to look."

 

"How did you get in?" Alyssa demands again.  "You should leave."

 

The young witch actually feels herself pouting and she leans forward and into the light.  "Awww, don’t be like that.  Jym's my friend.  Ain't I Jym?"  She gives the boy a wink.

 

Jym's eyes widen.  "Reiko?  Oh no!  Uh, yeah, she is traveling with us.  She’s the Kirasani you met earlier." he explains to Alyssa.

 

“But she looks so … young!” Alyssa comments in shock.

 

Reiko blinks in mock surprise and looks at herself.  “I am?” she asks.  “Really?”

 

Taking a deep breath Jym says, "Yes, really.  It’s … magic Alyssa.  Reiko’s just playing.” Jym explains, not realizing he has in fact nailed the truth.  “And I did … I mean, we did go and pray."

 

Reiko shrugs, not really caring what he and Amara did.  "And?"

 

Jym glances at Alyssa.  "And we have trouble," he says cryptically, looking Reiko over again.

 

The young witch suddenly feels a teen's conscientiousness about her thin body, though she channels it into her spunkiness.  Her skimpy clothing appears to have gotten even looser, not a good thing for her modesty however which actually has kicked in at this age.  Her top hangs slightly, revealing the tops of her perky breasts as her thin arms and hips have a hard time holding the material up.  Again it seems that, rather than just an image, the illusion is skin deep, and has brought real physical changes.

 

‘Tramp,’ Alyssa's eyes seem to silently accuse the scanty clad Reiko.

 

"Yeah ...." Reiko admits, sounding embarrassed.  "I, uh, kinda lost Killi."

 

"You what?" Jym asks, getting to his feet.

 

"He wandered off!" Reiko says defensively.  "He is good at that.  But I know where he went.  I just noticed you in here first."

 

"You should probably go and find him," Alyssa says with seeming concern.

 

Reiko nods.  "I will."  She stands and holds her arms out, causing her clothing to partially slip down her body.  "But, I'm not quite in condition to it seems.  My clothes have grown." she adds, sounding honestly annoyed at them.  Reiko thinks all this is great fun as she watches Jym's panicked expression, and wonders if she should appear to drop further in age.

 

Alyssa stares at her grumpily.  "If I lend you a dress, will you leave?" she asks bluntly, not even caring why the clothing is so loose.

 

"Maybe, maybe not." Reiko returns, sounding ready for a confrontation.

 

Jym steps between them.  "Can I talk to you over here?" he asks Reiko, guiding her away a few paces.  "What happened?" he asks her quietly, gesturing at her body.

 

Reiko frowns.  "I figured something happened, but it's hard to tell remember?  Given how I ... feel, about you, and her, I guess I'm your age, huh?"

 

He looks at her.  "I guess so."  He helps her cover up a bit better.

 

She doesn't resist, and actually looks, and feels, thankful.  "Dammit, I hate dresses." she mutters.

 

"There are trousers," he says helpfully.

 

The witch smiles, "Good point."  She moves to look in the men's section, along with boots.  One of the first things she does however is find a dark grey tunic and proceed to rip it to better suit her diminished assets.

 

Jym holds his hands up to placate Alyssa.  "We'll pay for it!" he promises.  He leaves Reiko to her browsing and returns to talk with Alyssa.

 

The carpets inside tickle Reiko's bare feet in a way she never noticed before.  In fact, her entire body is having new sensory experiences.  She wonders what sex would be like, and becomes annoyed at Killi's condition which she refuses to take any blame for.

 

Still, there were a number of young men at the party, one of which looked fairly rough and had been watching her before she slipped away.  With some effort and skill she manages to piece together black trousers, cut just below the knees, short black boots and a grey top tied behind her neck and back, covering her breasts but revealing her stomach and shoulders.  The clothing is from the young lad's section and probably meant for twelve-year-olds, hence its snug fit and limited coverage.

 

Reiko poses seductively in the mirror.  "It'll do." she comments, not yet pulling the boots on.  She reties her ponytail but this time with a dark blue ribbon.  Having a rounder face as a Kirasani makes her look even younger than Jym.  

 

"Where's Amara?” the witch calls out.  When Jym looks around she adds with mirth, "Oh, lost her, huh?  I suppose we both suck at babysitting."  Needling him feels satisfying she realizes, almost like a sibling rivalry.  Furthermore, given the longevity of her kind, she is actually socially more juvenile than most humans at this age, not that she realizes it.  In fact, her more childish outlook combined with her adult knowledge makes for a very dangerous formula.

 

"Twelve silver," Alyssa sums up as she approaches, looking Reiko’s costume over.

 

Reiko frowns then shrugs.  "I'd suggest you take it from what your sisters owe me."

 

"What?" Alyssa demands.

 

Reiko continues to casually pose in the mirror.  "Emelia and Sasha had dealings with me, and didn't pay me.  I was initially coming here to discuss that with them." She explains.  "Hmmm, hair up or down?"  She decides on a pair of pony tails to either side, which she can fling for grand expression, not quite realizing just how adorable they look.

 

"They are in the living quarters," Alyssa grumps.  “And what dealings would they possibly have had with a Kirasani witch?”

 

"Nope, they aren't." Reiko sings.  “And that is between me and them.”  Alyssa looks surprised at the revelation and has nothing to say.  After a moment Reiko swishes her tails back and forth then nods.  "Well, I'll be off."

 

"To where?" Jym asks with concern.

 

"To find Killi of course." Reiko answers.

 

"Good idea," Jym answers, looking relieved.

 

"I take it you'll be on your own ... hunt?" she asks Jym, then giggles like a little girl despite herself when she thinks about the boy and girl having sex.  She smiles coyly at him just pondering it.

 

"Try to keep out of trouble," Jym suggests meaningfully.

 

Reiko thinks a moment.  "Can I stay instead?  I could help.  Or just watch." she offers. Jym blinks, struck dumb while his pants twitch.  Alyssa crosses her arms and glowers at the other girl.

 

Jym does recall just how uninhibited the witch has always been.  He shouldn't be surprised it was like this when she was young too.  But she never really offered herself to him, only teased. 

 

Reiko waltzes up to him and wraps her arms around his neck, before leaning in close.  The girl is actually shorter and skinnier than Jym, for the first time in their relationship.  In fact he is almost a full head taller now.  "Mmmmmmmm?" she asks.  She rises up on tiptoe to get close to his face, loving the move.

 

"That would just make you smaller," Jym reminds her in a whisper, though his erection is pressed against her.

 

The witch is still barefoot, and proceeds to rub her foot up and down his leg.  "Maybe.  But you'll be a lot more excited," She brushes his lips with hers.  “And your little girlfriend would learn a thing or two.”

 

"I don't think so," Alyssa says firmly.  "Go find your little friend."

 

Loving her control over the overheated boy Reiko looks over Jym's shoulder at a fuming Alyssa.  "Oh well, looks like she won't agree to it Jymmy." Reiko pouts.

 

"Guess not," Jym says faintly.

 

Reiko rubs a nipple with her hand through her top.  "Think she'd like a drink instead?"

 

"Not likely," Jym notes, taking her hand away from her breast.  "And you shouldn't, anyway." 

 

Reiko looks over Jym's shoulder at Alyssa with her dark eyes, and wills a spell on the girl, compelling her mind.  "Are you sure I can't interest you in a little threesome?" Reiko asks coyly, sidling toward the girl.

 

Alyssa quirks an eyebrow.  "A what?!"

 

"One, two, three." The witch counts, pointing at each of them.  "The three of us, getting to know each other."  Reiko bites her lip, her finger sliding lightly across Alyssa's arm as any and all of her adult restraint vanishes.  She simply finds the idea of playing with Jymmy and his girlfriend like this too much fun to stop.  "Think of the possibilities."

 

The witch’s spell compels Alyssa's sex drive into full gear, making her feel like she needs to disrobe.  Alyssa gasps and rubs her arm, shivering.

 

"Do you have someplace more comfortable?" Reiko asks.  "A bed?  We'll need a big one."

 

Alyssa continues rubbing her arms.  "Um... that wouldn't be right..."

 

"It will be okay," Reiko assures her, tugging the girl's dress slowly to expose one shoulder.  “Ahhhhh, I see.  You'd rather do it on the floor." Reiko grins.  "Risqué, but I'm up to it.  But wouldn't your mother's bed be better?  Hmmm?" she pulls the other shoulder bare. 

 

To Jym's amazement, Alyssa shivers and does not protest.  Instead, Alyssa leads them over to a white bear-skin rug, which makes Reiko's feet sing in pleasure.

 

"I used to play on this," Alyssa admits meekly, implying something embarrassing.

 

"Play how?" Reiko smirks.  She whispers into the girl's ear.  "Don't you want out of this dress?  Your mommy and big sister said you hated them when little.  A tomboy you were, in trousers and no top.  Wouldn't you like to try that again?"

 

Alyssa blushes.  "How do you know about that?" she eeps.

 

Instead of an answer, Reiko leans in and lightly kisses Alyssa's lips, then tugs her dress down further, causing her breasts to pop over the material.  "There now, 'lyssa’s chest is free again." Reiko announces.

 

Alyssa starts shivering; her hands clasped together in front the top of her dress resting on them.  Reiko bends down and takes the girl's shoes off as though she were a child.  The soft fur under her feet makes Alyssa gasp.

 

"I used to play naked on the bear-bear," Alyssa confesses softly, curling her toes.

 

"Awwww, the bear-bear?  How cute." Reiko comments, pulling the redhead's dress down to her waist.  Alyssa looks down at herself, her mid-size breasts heaving with her breath.

 

"W-wait.  This is too much." Jym protests.  In response Reiko pulls her own makeshift top over her head and shows off her bared perky breasts.

"Actually, I don't think they're quite enough, but I'm glad you're happy."  Reiko palms each of her breasts as she speaks.  "Does 'lyssa want help-help with her dress-dress?" Reiko lightly teases.  "She should ask uncle Jym nice-nice."  Reiko finds she loves being sixteen.  She doesn't know what Jym keeps complaining about, it feels great.  She thinks she feels even hornier than usual.

 

"No; I mean; did you put a spell on her?" Jym manages.  Alyssa kneels on the rug, then lies down and moans in pleasure at the soft fur on her skin.

 

Reiko shrugs.  "Nothing major.  Just a bit of a libido boost.  Her feelings were already there." The young witch dismisses.  Now only wearing short pants Reiko kneels as well, and then proceeds to pull Alyssa's dress down her hips and to her ankles.  "Let auntie Reiko gets you all nakey-nakey." she says cheerfully.  "How old was Alyssa when she began playing naughty girl on bear-bear?"

 

"Oh, I was very little," Alyssa giggles.  "It just felt so good on the bare skin.  Bear skin.  Hee hee!"

 

Reiko pulls off then tosses the dress away.  "Could you give me a demonstration?"  She asks before she tickles one of the other teen's feet.

 

"It was like this," Alyssa tells her, writhing around on the rug in just her loin cloth, caressing the fur with her body.

 

Reiko giggles, surprising herself.  "How cute.  Did you get caught?"

 

"Sometimes," Alyssa admits, lying on her back.

 

"Well, I think you haven't learned your lesson.  You need to get caught and punished ... by Jym.  Bare, heh, bottom spanking." she comments, then gives Jym a wink.

 

"Nooo," Alyssa moans, writhing.  "I don't want no spanking..." she adds, her voice taking on a playful childish lisp.

 

"Well you should have thought of that before you behaved so badly widdo 'lyssa." Reiko comments, imitating the sternness and tone of the elder Hannah.  "Jym, this young lady needs her loincloth pulled down and her bottom well spanked."

 

Jym stares, too turned on to comment for a moment.  He notices that Alyssa isn't getting younger, she's just acting ... strange, but so, so sexy.  He approaches and sits next to the redhead. 

 

Alyssa sprawls invitingly on the fur beside him, her firm breasts almost maintaining shape as she lies on her back.  "Join me," Alyssa suggests.

 

Reiko takes the girl by the ear and tugs her up and over Jym's lap.  "Go ahead." she pushes.  Her bottom is inviting to be touched.  The witch even tugs the loincloth down to her thighs, showing off her bare firm butt.

 

Jym hesitates and Reiko adds, "You know you want too."  She gives Alyssa a smack of her own and the redhead squeals and squirms on Jym's lap enticingly.

 

Given the rare opportunity, Jym runs his hands gently over the nubile girl's skin from shoulders to thighs, feeling its smoothness.  The girl is more sexually mature than he is, though it doesn't make a lot of difference with her acting so submissive.

 

The girl squirms and moans, pushing her pelvis against his leg.  Giving in, Jym begins to spank the girl, just not too hard.  She still squirms and lets out with sounds of pleasure. When he finishes, Reiko rubs her hands up and down Alyssa's back, shoulders to bottom, then pulls the loincloth off as well.  "So remember 'lyssa, auntie and uncie are in charge."

 

Alyssa sits up and plants a deep kiss on Jym's lips.  With the boy distracted Reiko removes her pants then proceeds to undue Jym's clothing as well.  Alyssa keeps moving forward, pushing Jym down before her.  Reiko manages to remove Jym's boots, then undue and pull off his trousers as Alyssa grinds her pelvis into his.

 

Jym is turned on, but also intimidated by the girl's relentless advances.  Reiko notices his discomfort, and gives Alyssa another smack to the bottom.  "Hey kiddo, lighten up.  You're scaring him." she giggles.  She pulls the girl gently off of Jym, then leans on the boy herself.  "This is how it's done." she slinks up then softly kisses him.

 

Alyssa whines softly around a finger then lies on her front to drag her nipples through the fur a few times.

 

"She's jealous, and horny.  You gonna let her suffer Jym?  Shame, shame." Reiko teases. It occurs to Jym that Reiko's sexy actions are only going to make her younger and more submissive, sacrificing herself to finally spend time with him.  The idea is more erotic than anything else he has seen tonight.

 

Still, she only kisses him a few more times before shifting and giving the other girl an opening.  "Now sweetie, with gentleness."

 

Jym gets a moment to appreciate Reiko in her young, nude glory, before the redhead crawls forward again.  Their skins are opposites, Alyssa’s a creamy white, and Reiko’s a deep tanned brown.  And Alyssa is definitely more mature than Reiko is now.  She starts to kiss him again, and places one of his hands on her perky round breast, but waits for him to take things further.

 

He rises to the challenge, reaching a hand to her privates and pulling her close.  She is already wet and happily pushes against his hand.  They fall to the fur, Alyssa enthusiastically, and both eagerly, bringing the other to orgasm. 

 

Reiko smiles at her accomplishment but also feels a tad jealous.  She has to admit she is finding Jym rather cute now.  She is tempted to childishly change the rules of the game and interrupt their pleasure to gain attention, but resists it.

 

The fur is inviting, though, and is big enough to accommodate her skinny body as well.  She decides to lie down and enjoy it, rubbing her skin on the soft fur as the other pair of teens moan and gasp in pleasure.

 

Reiko fully understands how young Alyssa would have felt compelled to return to this rug again and again.  She has a hard time remembering sex which felt as good as this. 

 

The young witch finds herself wishing the bear rug was big enough for her to stretch out on.  Big as it is, it is crowded with the three of them on it.  Reiko stretches out and imagines herself yet smaller, willing it to occur.  After all, it’s just an illusion.

 

***

 

At the celebration Amara gets another girl's help to fix up her braids, adding some white flowers to them before joining in a group dance, her bare feet swishing through the grass.  Her privates feel the cool night air wafting upward, but they are well protected from sight by the ankle-length dress.

 

She feels more than a bit naughty but reasons to herself that it is all in the spirit of celebration, as well as getting in touch with her inner child.  And she isn't shirking her duty either she decides.  She is planning on spending the rest of the night in prayer; Planning to of course.

 

Killi meanwhile skulks along the outskirts of the party then snatches goodies from a feast table and ducks underneath it to snack in secret.

 

Sasha and James chat at the painting booth, as Hannah and Emmy have their faces finished up. 

 

The now little priest comes by the booth.  Somebody has placed the chubby four-year-old in a diaper-like cloth and nothing else.  "Happy day!" he crows in his babyish voice, giving everybody a hug.

 

The little girls just giggle at the adorable former man’s antics.  Sasha grins and ponders aloud, "I wonder how cute Johnny would be like that."

 

James smiles at her.  "You think in a strange way.  I like it."

 

Sasha smiles back.  "Why thank you.  Well, consider, there was one miracle.  What if there were others?  It would certainly help him to act his age." she jokes.

 

"Except for the flirting part," James notes wryly.

 

"Oh, he'd be just adorable flirting like that." Sasha points at the child priest.  Hannah and Emmy have corralled the smaller boy, poking and tickling his round tummy, causing him to giggle.

 

"And what if I was blessed like that?" James asks her playfully.  "What would you do then?"  He hefts the little priest up to Sasha as if in illustration, one large hand under the boy’s padded bottom, the other holding him firmly under the armpit.  The boy sticks a finger in his mouth and giggles in response.

 

"What would I do?  How would you be my responsibility, unless we were married of course?"  Sasha reaches forward and tickles the boy's tummy, making him squeal.  "Then, I'd love and treat you like a family member.  A cute one."

 

"Not much of a husband," James notes, patting the boy's padding.

 

"Oh, I didn't mean I’d stay married." she smirks.  “I’d care for you, but as a widowed mother.”

 

"Would you stay married to me then, if I were only this tall?" he asks, holding his hand level with her chest.

 

The very idea of this beautiful man looking up to her gives Sasha a rush.  "That depends on if you were of age." she comments coyly, hands behind her back. 

 

"I'm pretty sure the pastor is thirty," James comments playfully.  "And besides, ten-year-olds are married off all the time."

 

Sasha thinks.  "I'd marry you if you were ten."

 

"And I you," he promises, and toasts her.

 

She smiles at a thought.  "Of course, legally you couldn't own my property as a child.  You'd have to wait till you were sixteen.  In fact, I'd own yours.  And, as I've heard of in such arranged marriages, the wife is also pretty much the mother in her role, meaning you would have to follow every command I gave."

 

"Assuming this wasn't permanent," James comments, gesturing with the priest again before putting the little boy on his feet to run off.

 

"Of course." Sasha agrees.

 

James smiles at her playfully.  "What would you do with all that power, while I was just a vulnerable little husband?"

 

Sasha moves closer.  "Oh, you'd be happy.  I'd play with you every day." she smiles.

 

He moves closer still.  "What kinds of games?" 

 

Sasha can practically see him younger already, his bright blue eyes looking up at her.  She reaches out.  "I'd tickle you." she says, lightly tickling his stomach.  When she touches his flat belly, a static shock passes between them.

 

"I'm not ticklish," he counters, not noticing.

 

"You would be," she promises, "if you were smaller and.  Of course, it wouldn't do to have Johnny older than you."

 

"But what are you to do in the face of a god's blessing?" James asks.  "Besides, he deserves to have a break from being the youngest."

 

Sasha glances over at the still rowdy and dancing boy.  "He needs lessons."

 

"Anything he hasn't learned by now, he'll learn as an adult," James sighs.  "Life is the best teacher."  John has stopped flirting, partly because of the hostility toward him.  Everyone seems to have forgiven him however before the end of the current dance.

 

"He still seems the overgrown child to me." she adds.

 

"You must remember what it was like.  Being part child, part grown." He explains.  "Belonging to neither."

 

And she does.  "Yes, hard times, though no excuse for being impolite."

"And if you were the blessed one," James returns, "I'd be sure to take care of a little sweetie like you.  I'd buy you anything you wanted and take you on adventures all across the land.  And I would hug and cuddle you, and carry you around on my shoulders."

 

Sasha grins whimsically.  "Adventures? And what places have you been oh great adventurer?" she asks dramatically.

 

He lavishly describes the merchant route, which travels all through the known parts of the continent, from the fishing villages to the mountains, to the edges of the wild forests.

 

She is duly impressed.  "It does sound exciting.  But is it for children?"

 

"We have plenty of guards," he assures her.  "I have yet to need to lift a sword.  Besides, we aren't children, are we?" he asks with a suggestive expression.

 

She seductively smiles back.  "No, we are not.”  She leans in and whispers.  "And what are you doing after the celebration dear James?"

 

"Leaving town, unfortunately.  We have to get back on the road.  The caravan is in the next village; we came over here when we heard about the celebration."  He looks apologetic.

 

She looks sad.  "But you will be back?"

 

"Most certainly," he promises.

 

James moves the topic away from second-childhood marriages and asks Sasha about her family and what she does in this small town.  Sasha is mildly disappointed by this change to small talk, until she realizes that the whole conversation was small talk, except for her keen interest in the fantasy they described.

 

She tells of the shop, and her sisters, and her mother.  Mostly out of earshot of the little girl pair.  She wonders if she should come out and tell him about the 'miracle' that happened.

 

Sasha feels nervous as she sees Amara walk up to the booth to get a few markings on her face, but the young paladin does not seem to recognize her or her family.

 

Hannah tugs on Sasha's dress after a moment.  "I’m a kitty cat." she giggles, showing off the whiskers, nose and eyes painted over a white background.  Sasha notices that Emmy is getting a mouse face finished up.  The girl is definitely shorter, though James doesn't seem to notice.  Her passiveness certainly seems to have been evident to the artist.

 

John comes by again, looking tired and sweaty.  He leans on his brother's shoulder and checks a blister in his boot.

 

Sasha smiles.  "Why don’t we go back to the shop for drinks?  I have tea..... And other things."

 

"Hel-lo," John smiles, spotting Amara.  "Aren't you beautiful?"

 

Amara straightens, a part of her attracted to the older boy, a fact which Sasha picks up on, but she manages to put on a cool face.  "Have a good time with yourself," she says dismissively to John and walks away.

 

"Finally, a girl who knows you are too young for her," James jokes.

 

"You mean she's too young for me," John corrects.

"I meant maturity, not age," John chuckles, smiling and nodding at the young blonde.

 

"Mayhap you could use your charms to woo her." Sasha comments.  John smiles and limps off after her, back to the dance floor.

 

The little girls are finished with their makeup and join a smaller dance with other children.  Hannah proceeds to live up to her mask and chases Emmy in a circle during the dancing.  With humor Sasha recognizes children she knows Emelia has watched over the years who are now years older than she appears.  The girls' dresses now hang on them, showing some bare chest and billowing about them as they run.

 

James sits next to Sasha and places a protective arm around her.  Relaxing and enjoying herself, Sasha makes a considered comment.  "Since we are getting to know each other and only have a short time ... what would your reaction be if I told you there had been more of Naita's blessings in the village tonight?"  She wonders if she really has a chance to win him, a wealthy, well-traveled young man.  She wonders if she could 'bless' him down to a younger age and have him as her own.

 

James studies her face for a moment, looking for a joke.  "My reaction would be surprise that you seem to be cautious about it.  I'd expect you to be either frightened or excited enough by it to share it with the village."

 

She sighs.  "I'm, somewhere in-between, and undecided."  She isn't sure, but she thinks his jaw shadow might be less noticeable.  "Can I trust you?"

 

He smiles.  "Are going to tell me that you are really a grandmother?"

 

Sasha shakes her head.  "Oh, it isn't me."  She then turns and watches the children dancing and playing.

 

"I am a gentleman," he assures her.  "I do not kiss and tell."

 

Nodding she whispers, "The mouse is my elder sister Emelia.  The kitty is my mother, whom I believe you have met."

 

He looks at the children, and suddenly laughs.  "You can't mean them!  Then it is a good thing they shrank, or their dresses would have strangled them," he teases.  "And I haven't met your mother."

 

"Well, you have now." Sasha adds her expression and voice completely serious.

 

"Still, if that is the case, then I hope you were ready for children," James chuckles, "because that would make you the head of the household, a position I do not envy."

 

"Yes, this does leave me with a problem." she frowns.  "I now must run the shop, and my sister Alyssa is only sixteen.  Are you the head of your household then?"

 

"Very near," he admits, still playing along with her story.  "My father is taking a less active role in the business.  I am expected to take it over."  Sasha could swear James looks a little like a sullen teen.

 

"Not John." she smirks.

 

James shakes his head again.  "He is too young, too rash.  He has years to go yet before he is responsible enough."  James takes a drink.

 

"Ironically my mother was not planning on leaving my sister the business.  She was a poor seamstress and was looking to marry her off.  It seems the blessing solved two problems, but pushed me into the lead sooner.  Oh, I am ready, but I am afraid this looks bad for me.  What of you, are you ready?" she asks.

 

He shrugs easily.  "I suppose so.  With some regrets."

 

"Regrets?" she asks.

 

He gestures at John who has managed to snag Amara into a dance.  There are more attractive and mature young women at the celebration, but Amara's blonde hair and bearing make her stand out, despite her bare feet.  Or perhaps it is the implied innocence that John finds so attractive.

 

"I forgot to have fun while I could.  I envy him in a way.” James laments.  “I take that back," he corrects himself after a moment.  "I didn't have the chance to have that much fun.  It was always up to me to be the responsible one."

 

"And you can't go back now.  You must run the business because no one else can."  She smiles warmly.  "Well, if I could I could marry you my dear and run both your business and mine I would.  But you are too old for that.  Custom would make you run mine as well, officially of course."  She of course refers to their previous conversation.  "Pity such blessings don't come in a bottle, hmmmm?" she chuckles.

 

He smiles.  "Don't worry, your business is safe.  I'm not ready to marry right now anyway."

 

"Of course.  So much work and responsibility.  No need to add to it." she admits.

 

The girls come running up, Emmy ducking under the table to hide from Hannah.  "Meow!" Hannah calls out, circling the table.

 

Sasha’s hands play over James’ cheek and chin.  "You deserve to be pampered and spoiled."

 

"At least, no need to add a wife and child just yet," James agrees.  His cheek is definitely smoother than the last time she touched it she realizes with a start.

 

"I don't know about the pampering, but I could do with more fun," James answers softly, and kisses her hand.

 

Sasha blinks, suddenly wondering if another blessing truly is on the way.  Or two.  She steals a glance to John, paying attention to his clothes, though finds they fit the teen just fine.  "I can provide fun." she whispers.

 

James looks down for a moment.  "If you mean intimately, I could not.  If you were to become pregnant...."

 

"You are a gentleman.  No, I did not mean that.  I am not that kind of woman.  But simply providing some attention and company ..."

 

He smiles.  "Then, my dear, you are welcome."

 

"And what of you brother?  Are we to leave the village to his company?" she asks.

 

Hannah stops circling the table and stands behind Sasha, putting her little arms around her in a hug and resting her chin on her adult daughter's shoulder.

 

James sighs.  "I don't think I can.  I can't let him deflower any innocent girls."

 

"Then we must invite him too.  For a drink." she adds turning and kissing her little mother on the cheek.

 

"A drink?" Hannah asks still panting.

 

Sasha nods, then reaches back and pulls her mother onto her lap, where she reaches under the loose dress and tickles her.  Little Hannah giggles and squirms.

 

"I think he has had quite enough to drink," James shakes his head.  "And he is not a tea drinker."

 

"He might like this kind.  Anyway, would you rather stay and watch him flirt?" she asks.

 

James considers.  "I suppose if I tell him there is a girl there for him to meet.  Is your sister home?"

 

"Most likely." Sasha grins.

 

James thumps the table.  "You know what?  He is well and old enough to take care of himself.  I will tell him so and be right back."

 

"But is he?" Sasha asks meaningfully.

 

"I'm going to warn him he is on his own.  He will have to contend with the village men if he acts up.  I think it will sober him to know I won't bail him out." James says, striding off.

 

They look for John, and find him seated at a table, acting like a gentleman.  A somewhat indignant gentleman, for his blistered foot is bared and being treated expertly by the blonde girl.

 

"Well, I'll be," James says softly.  "He must really like her to be so tamed."

 

"She is very ... mature." Sasha admits.

 

"I'm not going to be around for a while," James intones to his brother.  "You will be on your own."  John looks back then nods in understanding.

 

James turns back to Sasha, picking Hannah up and sitting the little girl on his hip.  "After you."

 

Sasha looks at Amara meaningfully.  "You can handle him, right?"  She notices that Amara is not wearing the dress she bought that day, though it does look like one of her designs.

 

Amara looks a little surprised.  "He promised to be a gentleman, and I will hold him to it."

 

"Well, if he acts like a child, you may treat him like one." James comments.

 

Amara nods at them, much to John's annoyance.

 

Emmy demands a ride from James too, and he obliges, one little girl in each arm.  He shivers as he picks them up, and they giggle.  He looks between them, then laughs, still not believing Sasha’s story.

 

You have a way with them." Sasha compliments.  After a moment she adds, "Would it amuse you to know that my mother was badgering my sister to flirt with and get you to marry her earlier this evening?  It seems you have indeed swept her off her feet." she says, then laughs. 

 

The girls giggle as well.  James gives her a small grin enjoying the joke.  The man’s flexing chest and arms don't seem to be filling out his suit as well as they did however, giving the impression that it is a size too large.

 

Before Sasha and James arrive at the house a minute later the young man is forced to give up Hannah, unable to carry both little girls.  "That's okay sweetie, mommy will take this one." Sasha teases him, taking her little mother.

 

By the time they enter the living quarters of the house both little girls have dozed off to sleep.  Sasha undresses the children and tucks them naked into Emelia’s bed together, putting off finding them sleeping clothes.  On her return to the living room, she finds an excited-looking James who seems now to be in his late teens.

 

Sasha is surprised when she confirms he is losing age, but also secretly happy.  Perhaps Naita did grant her some wishes tonight.

 

"You mentioned play?" James asks eagerly.

 

"Play?" Sasha asks, finding the statement ironic.  "That depends on what you have in mind little boy."  Yet she can see a bulge in his pants that he is trying to cover.

 

He furrows his brow.  "You mentioned coming here for some fun that would remain... genteel."

 

She nods.  "I promised I would force you into nothing and was interested in nothing that was not genteel.  But there are many ways to 'play'.  Cuddle?" she asks, sitting on the couch.

 

James eagerly sits on the couch beside her.  "Cuddling as a game?" he asks, but doesn't complain.  Her puts his arms around her and kisses her on the cheek.

 

She hugs him back.  "I am curious James." Sasha comments.  "What if Naita did grant you your childhood back?  What would you do then?"

 

"Probably cry for my mommy," James chuckles.  "I'm nineteen.  Why would I want to be a kid again already?"  This close to the teen, Sasha imagines she can feel him aging slowly backwards.

 

"You did say you didn't have a childhood." Sasha points out.  "Perhaps she heard you?  And provided a nice mother figure as well." she smiles, kissing his cheek.  Yes, definitely a softer cheek. 

 

He smiles back at the beautiful older woman then moves to kiss her on the lips.  She can tell he has less experience than his brother.  He shivers and changes all over in small ways.  His jaw line softens slightly, though his face looks thinner.

 

"Thank you for helping with the girls.  They are going to be a challenge I'll admit." Sasha adds, rubbing his neck and shoulders.

 

He kisses her again and keeps his lips against hers.  She holds it, deepening the kiss as she holds him.  He eagerly and sloppily kisses her back.  She can feel his body shrink as she holds onto him.  The changes feel dramatic, but he is still around eighteen.

 

It increases her thrill and Sasha finds she wants him younger and younger.  Closing her eyes she pictures the image of the little blue eyed boy as her husband and completely under her thumb.  The idea becomes more and more desired.

 

She feels his hand grope her left breast.  Her little husband is horny as a teen she thinks with humor.  His shirt is looser on him, the sleeves covering his palms.  She opens her eyes to see him John's age of seventeen, no, younger.  The lad shivers at the touch of her hand on the back of his neck.

 

"Would you trust me to take care of you?" she whispers to her love.

 

His bulge strains at his pants.  "Oh, yes!" he whispers passionately, having no idea what she truly means.

 

She undoes his belt then reaches a hand to grasp and rub his member.  The lad moans and gropes her breasts in appreciation.

 

She can imagine his muscles thinning over his entire body as he returns to a lanky sixteen just past a growth spurt.  Then he starts getting shorter.  She can feel minuscule changes as his member loses maturity.  The youth lies back, gasping, as she commands his full attention.

 

"James, do you still want a childhood?" Sasha asks again, wanting to be sure he will be happy.  She doesn’t know why but she gets the feeling she could stop this if she wished; though it is not her wish to do so.  In fact his changes seem tied to her stroking.  When she pauses, so does his body.

 

"Wh-wha?" he asks, panting and confused by the question.  She can see the adorable little man she envisioned starting to emerge from the awkward youth.

 

"Well ... I think Naita may have really chosen you." she admits, not wanting to force anything on the boy, as she still feels guilty about her mother.

 

The teen lies there, twitching.  "Anything you want," he promises, gazing at her in adoration and lust.

 

Sasha blinks.  "I want you." she admits to herself and him.  "All to myself.  No matter what age you end up.  I'll wait.  If you are of age of consent ... then I'll be proud to be your doting wife."  She decides to make her little man thirteen, or maybe twelve, and begins stroking again.

 

James makes a face.  "What?  Marriage?  I doh... ohhh," he says as she starts stroking again, and his voice cracks.  He grows more adorable, his voice leaving the annoying range of the whiny young teen.  "Yesss," he sighs, squirming beneath her touch.  His boots drop off his rising feet.

 

"What's your favorite age?" Sasha tries again.  She moves her hand from the young teen’s pants, no longer feeling like stroking his shrinking member, and begins to rub his shoulders and neck instead.  So far, she knows she would only have two years of marriage before he took over her business, not that she couldn't keep control anyway.

 

"Uhhhh, twelve was kinda fun," he breathes.  "Though ten was better... I liked ten..."  His eyes glaze over.

 

Sasha thanks Naita for the goddesses’ gift then proceeds to massage the boy down to ten.  Her hands glide across his chest, the tunic loose and looser.  Her feeling of power increases as his physical prowess decreases, muscle definition fading and hair vanishing from his young form.  The boy giggles and squirms, ticklish after all.  Once he hits the target age Sasha stops, and looks him over, holding her breath.

The beautiful dark-haired boy with big blue eyes twists a little, his thin bare legs protruding from his expensive men's black tunic before he pulls his knobby knees up to his chest.  She is pretty sure the boy has left puberty behind recently, which should be about the right age.

The adorable little boy James smiles up at the nice lady happily.  "That felt great!" he exclaims in a boyish soprano.  "Do it again!"

 

 

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