Playtime - Chapter 2

Zoe rubbed the sleepy remnants of her eyes, scratched her ever-present tousled hair and made her way towards the kitchen, slumping her feet over the floor. 

While the chanting voice of her mother, who was busy conjuring breakfast, became more extant with every step, Zoe was only vaguely aware of the nano-city still glued on the areola of her nipple. 

Just before she went to sleep last night, Zoe made sure to cast a protective ward upon the city, to guarantee their survival during Zoe’s restless way of sleeping. In the morning, Zoe always woke up while completely entangled in her bedsheets, and her head faced in the opposite direction from where she started the night. 

“Morning mom.” Zoe said, splashing down in a cozy large cushion sprawled on the hardwood floor. A nonchalant whiff of her hand caused a bowl to float and fill itself with oatmeal her mother was just preparing in the kitchen. The filled bowl got accompanied by a spoon and were both snatched out of the air by Zoe’s eager hands, after their aerial travel through the kitchen.
 

“Have you been to the human realm again?” Her mother asked.
 

“What if I did?” Zoe replied, depositing another spoon of oatmeal into her mouth.
 

“The high mage strictly forbade every interference with…”
 

“The high mage is just a lecherous old goat.” Zoé interrupted her mother’s speech. “we made out you know?” She said with a mischievous smile. “yesterday, below the arched cobblestone bridge near the shrine of youth.”
 

Her mother gave a sound of deep disgust. “The fact that such a sordid deed does not surprise me anymore fills my heart with shameful regret for failing as a mother.”
 

Zoé giggled. Taking another spoon. “Don’t be so hard on yourself mom. It wasn’t for naught you know. And besides, I only gave him a slight taste of my youthful lips… oh and a short glance of my right leg. You should have seen him ogling when I crawled up the fabric of my skirt to reveal the smoothness of my thigh!”
 

“Sounds like a prestigious achievement.” Her mother said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
 

“Not really mom. Now, this however is!.” Zoé showed off a crystal shard, clenched between her thumb and index-finger. It was oval shaped, with two pointy ends, surfaced with some dusty white layer. Through the eyes of a layperson, this dull shard would be probable not worthy of their attention. Absent of any spark or glittering, this shard just seemed like any other ordinary object.
 

Her mother gasped in awe. “Is that a?...”
 

Zoé nodded in glee. “It is mom. Good Alzador just handed me the Stone of Dormancy. With this, I will be able to unlock my latent potential to its fullest, making me one of the most powerful sorceresses ever roaming this existence. " Zoé squint her eyes. “even more powerful than you and dad combined. I could make both of you my servants with ease. Hahaha, take it easy mom. I'll never do such a thing to you and dad, at least not for now. I have set my sights on the humans instead. Their inordinate arrogance will compel them towards a desolate fate, by my hands.” Zoé clenched her fists.
 

“What, so you judge now?!”
 

“I judge whoever I want mom! And I can, especially now, with this shard in my possession. The strong rule the weak, Its simple as that. The most basic law of nature and still valid in present day. 

Soon, my abilities will be limitless and with it, my influence over others. Now, if you’ll excuse me. Im upstairs, playing with myself while listening to the sounds of sorrow and demise by all those pitiful beings plastered on my right nipple.” Zoe said, conjuring her finished bowl to float back towards the kitchen’s counter. 

The thought of the humans and their lack of power filled Zoé with excitement. Zoe was still a young fry when her parents brought her along for her first visit to the human-realm. 

The appearances of these so-called earthlings were practically identical to theirs. Raised among beings to whom the usage of magic was equivalent to breathing, Zoé found it hard to believe that other species, with so many similarities to theirs, were seeming strangers to the concept of magic.
Intrigued by the humans, Zoé conducted a thoroughly research to become more acquainted with their history.
Next to the similarities of their appearances, it seemed that the course of their history was also practically alike, up until one point that is.
There was an era in the history of humans whereby magic started to flourish among a meager fraction of the population.
It was mostly women who were gifted with these redoubtable talents boring the name of 'witches'. Being able to harness the flow of magic coursing through their veins, these women were capable of realizing things, which were deemed impossible to the scientific mind. One can only speculate about the course of humanity’s technological advancement should they have chosen to embrace this unconventional phenomenon, and allow the dim spark of magic to flourish and coexist next to the scientific way of thinking.
Instead, they feared it, shunned these witches, prosecuted them even, hunted them down to make an example out of them during public execution.
Many hightailed to safer places, even more were captured and condemned to the stake, to burn alive in screeching agony. These macabre events were closely watched by prominent wizards and sorceresses of the high council. 

Decision was made to stay on the sideline regarding human affairs. Nevertheless, the council considered every loss of a gifted one as big waste, so great effort was made to safe as many gifted ones and transferred them to their own realm, all in veiled secrecy.
One of these saved gifted ones was Zoé’s great-great-great-great grandmother, named Cordelia. It soon became clear that Zoé’s ancestors carried a promising bloodline with them, regarding sorcery. It was merely two generations later their family had evolved drastically and were considered equals in magical strength among the most elite. This tendency culminated eventually in the birth of a little baby girl, named Zoé, who appeared to be a true prodigy regarding mastery of sorcery. She excelled especially in the art of size alteration and psychokinese, which she loved to use on the helpless offsprings of Cordelia’s pursuers. Zoé’s powers far exceeded the human's capabilities to oppose her meddling interference while she went on a shrinking spree.
The fact was that humanity, including the planet they lived on, were now delivered to the whims of an eighteen-year-old magical prodigy.
 

Once back in her bedroom, Zoe stripped butt-naked. She uttered a few words, causing the few cloth pieces she was wearing, to come to life. They were stripped from Zoe’s goose bumped skin, and draped themselves over a chair. 

Her feet ascended from the floor and Zoe’s body started to float horizontal above her bed, in all its naked gloriousness. 

She moaned in ecstasy, and her body meandered fiercely when her hand found the moistness of her vulva, rubbing it intensely, while thinking about the humans and her quest to wrest total control over their pitiful existence. 

Zoe closed her eyes and focused on the nano-city still sticking upon her nipple. 

Through gasping excitement, Zoé uttered some words and immediately; an infinitesimal firestorm emerges, drifting above the nano-city, blasting down a prolific amount of pyro-balls out of stormy dark clouds.
It took Zoé merely a slight effort to conjure a minuscule surrogate of herself, invisible to the naked eye, with a constricted form of self-awareness. It floated above the nano-city, while the inputs of its senses were directly transferred to Zoe, making it possible for her to experience all the thrills and spills caused by the cracking firestorm she just summoned. 

The smell of burned bodies, while roaring pyro-balls, blasted down upon the nano-city, igniting everything ablaze under the bloodcurdling shrieks of thousands, ensured a rapid peak towards a delightful satisfaction whereby Zoé sputtered a primal scream of pleasure.