Seiko's Mana

[grimoireofkenji]

 

“You do know you could’ve died out there, right?” A harsh voice speaks up as you pick up your head, your vision clearing. “You’re an idiot. The biggest blizzard of the season, and you wander out to follow me?” 

“Uh… Apologies, Miss Seiko.” You aren’t sure why you’re calling her miss. She looks to be the same age as you. According to the village elders, however, she’s been around since before they were born. “I just wanted to bring you lunch.” You’ve been helping the witch out every day to prepare the village for winter, helping her chop lumber and build walls to stop the inevitable avalanches and whatnot that would undoubtedly occur. 

“You wanted to help me, and now look what’s happened.” Seiko sounds unimpressed, her back to you. As she removes her armor, covered in frost and damaged in various places, you see how scarred her muscular back is. Her trapezius muscles look tight, as if sculpted from marble. You can’t help but stare. 

“I feel eyes on me. Are you staring, boy?” Seiko turns around slightly, her sharp gaze meeting yours. It feels like it could melt an iceberg. Your cheeks turn red, and hers do in response. “Knock it off.” She says, curtly. She turns her freckled face back to face the armor rack, placing her helmet on it.

“Miss Seiko?”

“Yes?”

“It’s actually… quite cold.” 

“Is it? But the fireplace is ragi-” Seiko turns to you, her eyes wide in shock. “It couldn’t be frostblight, could it? But I made sure no frost spirits made it into the village…” 

“Ah, is that it? I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You say, attempting to calm down the towering woman, standing above you with nothing but a chest wrap. Her abs, sweaty from working outside for hours, glisten in the lamplight. 

“There’s only one actual solution for Frostblight.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a direct transfer of mana from a witch to the patient.” Seiko says, matter-of-factly.

“Shouldn’t be a problem for someone as talented as you, right?”

“Well, truth be told… I’m not actually good at mana transferring. My speciality magic is all within touching range. My sister, however… She’s a regular prodigy.” Seiko’s cheeks begin to redden.

“T-then, you can call your sister, right?”

“Not likely. She can’t fly here in this weather. I can do it, so there’s no issue. The problem is the range.” Seiko’s freckled face grows redder, slightly.

You don’t really understand where she’s going with this. 

“Whatever happens, don’t say a word. You’ll probably dislike this as much as I do.” Seiko pushes down on your chest, forcing you to lay back, and gets on top of you. Before you can resist, she wraps her legs around yours, straddling you on the bed, and placing her chest up against yours. Her modest, freckled, pale breasts feel soft, even behind the rough wrappings. You immediately feel warmth flooding into your body. The witches’ face is now a deep red, and as you gaze into her eyes, she closes them, her war-painted face shifting in the other direction in embarrassment.

“Miss Seiko…”

“W-what is it!?”

“You smell nice.”

“WHAT?” Seiko’s eyes shoot open, and they lock with yours. “I smell like sweat! I smell like every other man in the village! What’s your problem, boy?” She doesn’t get off of you, as she continues to transfer mana. Blue sweat runs down her body. You remember hearing from a villager that when she casts spells, she sweats mana.”I can’t believe you’d say that to someone like me!”

“A-ah, I’m sorry. It’s just a sweet smell. It reminds me of a field of flowers…” You reply. She truly does smell sweet. You wish she’d stay on top of you for longer.

Seiko’s toned body suddenly seems a lot more feminine as she looks at you, flustered. “Boy… You shouldn’t say things like that. The villagers call me the guardian spirit, right? Don’t I scare you?”

“Sure you do. You could likely cleave my body in two with a swing. But you aren’t doing that. You’re on top of me, transferring mana so I don’t die of frostblight.”

“I-I just wanted to do it early, before it started to affect your faculties…”

“If I did go mad from frostblight, I’d be glad to have you be the last thing I saw clearly.” You say, unaware of what came over you. It just felt natural.

“BOY?!” Seiko squeaks in surprise. It’s a very high-pitched sound, coming from the normally mortifying witch of the mountains. 

Without even thinking about it, you reach your arms up and wrap them around Seiko’s muscular frame. 

“Are you sure you aren’t you scared of me…?” Seiko says, her cold demeanor quickly melting as her hard body remains pressed against yours. Blue sweat drips onto your body. 

“Not right now.”

“You’ll likely flee when you see me, once your mind is back to normal.” Seiko says.

“I’ll come visit you again! I promise!” You speak up. 

Seiko’s normally cruel visage curls into a smile. She remains on top of you long after the mana transfer ends. And eventually, you fall asleep. 

When you awake later, Seiko is sitting on a chair, watching you. 

“You shouldn’t leave right away. I’ve sent word to your people, so they know you’re alright.” She says, staring down at you intensely. “It wouldn’t do for you to spread rumors about the Witch of the Range being all soft and womanly, you know? I’ll have to make you forget. Or at least agree not to say anything.”