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Raising Beautiful 01

By: Ivyclay



Authors Note:

This is a reedit, please enjoy the new text! 

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"I get it Alam," Silvanus soothed.

"I'm not sure you do," Alam's tone was sharp and Silvanus had to hide his smirk.

"Why are you so threatened by me?"

Alam tossed his hands in the air and turned around, heading to the window. After leaning on the ledge and looking out at the clearing around Silvanus' home he spoke softly. "I've been watching over her, her entire life, she would not appreciate being a part of your exploits. Your responsibility it to deliver her the proper training, and keep her safe. That is all, you do not even need to be nice to her, just don't treat her like the rest of them. She has an actual purpose."

Silvanus let out a snort, his nose wrinkling in the process. "You're the one lying to her, It is no wonder you're so worried about leaving her with me. Regardless," Silvanus said, cutting off any reply Alam could make with a slight wave of his hand, "I will do as you ask and train her, though it is mostly out of curiosity and boredom," that last bit was a lie, but some extra dimension to his life wouldn't hurt any, and it was only temporary. The anger that flickered through Alam's eyes drew an annoyed sigh from Silvanus' lips and he waved Alam away and headed out. He had some engagements to meet if he was to be leaving for any length of time.

~~

"Do you have to leave?" Her doe eyes were pleading.

"Of course," Silvanus said, trailing his fingers across her chin. She arched to his touch, he wasn't even using his magic yet. Silvanus took in her small form. She had seemed feisty originally, which is why he had lured her to his bed, well, rather to her own bed. But was disappointed every time when she lost her spunk. He held out hope that it would be different, but her eyes always lost their edge once they were alone. "M'lady, you know I cant stay anywhere for long, but I do wish to leave you with a gift before I go,"

The gasp that escaped her lips made his heart pound. She might not be his greatest fancy, not many women were, they were all missing that particular expression in their eyes, but he was inexplicably drawn to that sound nevertheless. Silvanus sent his magic down through his fingertips and withdrew more of the toxic sound as he drew patterns down her neck and across her shoulders pulling her dress away gently. Placing one hand at the small of her back, he delicately undid the buttons down the back of her dress with the other. Reveling in the slow exposure of her bare skin, Silvanus kept his eyes on her chest as he undid the last button.

He was slightly frustrated as the garments fell just shy of exposure. To redirect his frustrations Silvanus sent a chill up her spine causing her to gasp in surprise. The sudden inhalation had its desirous effect on the fabric and her pale, slightly mounded flesh pillowed out. Her nipples instantly hardening into little rosy buds.

Oh and were they delicious, Silvanus pulled her into him as he took the bud into his mouth. Her gasp had a slight squeal to it as he breathed his magic into her chest. A flush spread outward and when he had her weakly whimpering in his arms he let her go with a small smacking noise. With a slight growl Silvanus finished disrobing her and pressed her back and when her knees hit the edge of her bed she lay splayed out for his enjoyment.

Trailing his fingers around her thighs he pulled he close and buried himself in her flavor. It took quite some time for her to let herself fall over the edge and cum, and when she did Silvanus reached up past her and loosed her hair from its braid. Weaving his fingers in her hair he lost himself in the sensation of it. The way it pulled and flowed across his fingers, tangle and loosened. When she finished shaking from her orgasm, he crawled up next to here and pressed his nose to her hair, drawing his own satisfaction from the release of his magic and from the scent of her hair.

As they all did, she slept once she climaxed, and Silvanus was more than content running his fingers through her long hair, lost in his musings. With a Sigh he heaved himself off the bed, slipped his shoes on and left her.

He knew full well that most misinterpreted exactly what happened with his women, and most all of them were frustrated by their inability to stay awake after their rendezvous.

After Silvanus left he attempted to seek out Margret but she was unavailable. He would just have to find a way to see her before he left, she was easy to tease. Besides her exquisite hair, everyone else assumed so much was going on when it was really a simple exchange. They both found it quite amusing. Silvanus began running his thumb across the tips of his long fingers in anticipation of the visit as he headed back home.

~~

"She is about to come through. You know what to say?" Alam begins, appearing in Silvanus' living room.

He holds in his sigh and replies, "I've done this dozens of times, you really think I'll be at a loss for words?"

"She is not your toy," Alam snaps, his aggravation readily apparent. When Silvanus lets out a chuckle Alam tries another approach, "We have to work together on this,"

"You sound like you expect to keep her at the end of this. You do realize that bringing her here you are losing what claim you have over her. In fact, we both know it," Silvanus says in his most syrupy voice. Throwing in a smirk for good measure, he continues, "Why else would you be so riled up? Why don't you just let us be so I can get this over with and get back to my own life?"

Glancing over Silvanus' shoulder to see past him, Alam's face was a deadly calm as he watched, "She is stepping out now, I swear, you better not abuse her,"

The abrupt gasp from the unknown own woman behind him gave him such an electric shock that he couldn't help but respond in a lewd manner, arching his eyebrow so that it practically met his silvery hair, he asked, his voice dark, "In what way?" the sneer that spread across his face was entirely too satisfying.

Alam's eyes clouded over and his whispered voice held a tone of warning. "Just find what little respect you have and show her some, if not you'll have my bullet to bite."

Silvanus did not react as he waited, bullets were not something he had any experience with, but he could tell by Alam's tone he meant the threat. Alam handed him a pile of clothes and Silvanus figured out his retort. "Just remember that you can not interfere until she is trained. You only get to secretly watch, and meanwhile, I get to drag her around the countryside, hand in hand,"

Alam pulled his pallid cloak closer around himself and vanishes. Silvanus times his hand motion for the departure, making as if to spill his seed. Trying not to laugh at the deep frown that crossed Alams face the moment he departed Silvanus turns around to welcome his guest.

Her hands are around her, and failing to cover any of her intimate parts. It is always amusing to see what response women have to being born onto Jestrin. This one did not seem intent on hiding her bounteous curves so much as keeping warm.

"Do you want this?" Silvanus asked smoothly, making a point not to look too closely, not that there was much to see, her back was mostly towards him.

A glare hit him smack in the face and with all of his experience he was so drawn in from those fiery eyes he wasn't able to register anything else as she stalked up to him and snatched the robes. Throwing them on, she crossed her arms over her now covered chest. "So now what?"

"Welcome to Jestrin,"

"Jestrin? Alright, what am I supposed to be doing? This dream is getting boring," Leaning in close she peered closely at his eyes.

"Zorah," Silvanus said, nonplussed. "this is not a dream,"

"Right, during the night, I find myself wandering through some strange door and am suddenly in another world and it's not a dream? Next you're going to tell me there is magic?"

Silvanus took in a calculated breath before letting it out slowly and asking, "You're from Earth right? You have science, here we have magic."

An interesting grin spread over her face, "So when I get a good idea will a light bulb flash over my head!" The excitement that spread over her face was slightly mesmerizing, but not nearly as distracting as her question.

"What?" Was all he could manage.

Her face fell, and Silvanus felt that usual draw to bring her smile back. Reminding himself that she was not one to please, he steeled himself and crossed his arms across his chest. The girl started to mumble about puns and gave a pout so dramatic that Silvanus found himself flustered. Oh, this was not going to be pretty.

As Silvanus attempted to explain to her where she was she just kept ignoring him and firing off the most random questions. About wands and lightning bolts, about pulling strings, whether or not there were vampires and werewolves.

"Then what in the world is so special about magic here?" Zorah stormed.

By this point Silvanus was way past tempted to show her, but held his tongue. Though, he used it on a regular basis, it was still quite unknown that he possessed it. However, before he was able to begin to respond, she turned on her heel and stalked off.

A calm settled on him, Silvanus refused to be controlled by Zorah. If she did not want to believe that she had her soul transported to a whole new word, then so be it. Either Alam would have no choice but to step in and Silvanus would get out of helping the woman, or she would come back once she realized this was no dream.

About an hour later he noticed her floating around the edge of his clearing.

"Are you ready to listen?"

Silvanus found himself intrigued by the way that she slid forward, both defiant and meek at the same time.

"I've never been hungry in a dream before," she announced as she came up next to him.

"Have you ever been cut in a dream?" he asked, running his finger along her cheek where she had scratched herself.

"Actually, yes, but that's beside the point."

Silvanus just shrugged and invited her in for lunch.

~~

"So your telling me that I have been brought here to save the world?"

"Something like that,"

"I still have to go back to Earth every day?"

"Yes, your soul will travel back and forth between the two worlds, after all, you have a body in each. You just switch when you sleep."

"So if I take a million naps on Earth I don't need to actually spend any time there?"

"Kinda, naps don't really send you back and forth, you have to be in a deeper sleep, I'm not all that sure how it works, but on average the days stay equal on both sides."

"You are little help," Zorah mutters.

"Any more questions?" Silvanus asked, watching her run her hands through her hair.

"Yeah, how am I accepting any of this? I should be taking midterms right about now but instead I am here being told I get to live two lives, I think I need a prescription because I am believing anything that comes out of your mouth. Maybe there are padded rooms down that hallway? You sure I didn't just get kidnapped and taken to a perpetual Ren fest?" She gestured around his home.

"Ren fest?"

"Yeah, Renaissance Festival," his blank look made her sigh and she gave up on her explanation before she started.

"Let's just go get you some supplies," He said slowly, sliding out of his chair. Zorah followed him like a little duckling as he lead her out the house and through the trees.

~~

The whole trip to the village Zorah kept mumbling to herself. It was starting to drive Silvanus nuts. Not giving her time to stop and stare, Silvanus dragged her through the market to Lyton's shop. When she was too distracted to enter he yanked her by the back of her shirt inside.

"OW!" She exclaimed.

"What?" Silvanus asked, wincing at the high pitch of her voice.

"You pulled my hair!"

"Then do not let it blend in with your shirt!"

"You are the one who gave this shirt to me! I wouldn't have picked this manure colored shirt!"

Pulling his hand away Silvanus let the sneer spread across his face and saw the flash of her eyes at his expression. "If your hair blends in, then you are telling me your hair is the color of excrement too,"

Zorah's face could not decide if it was going to drain or flush as blotches rose in her cheeks. As her hand rose, presumably to slap Silvanus a booming laugh washed over them and Zorah's eyes grew two sizes as she spun around in search of its source.

There was Lyton leaning on an interior doorway, arms crossed in amusement. "This'uns not ur usual. Overly plucky ain't she 'vanus?" his voice rumbled around his throaty laugh.

"And yet I'm here to buy her a weapon," Silvanus said, a tired tone betraying his feelings.

The rumbling laugh erupted again, "and what'er ya thinkin?"

"Probably a half staff,"

"How am I supposed to save the world with a staff! Where is my sword, my bow and arrow, my guns, my lightsabor!"

"Ignore her," Silvanus mumbled, and that's what they did. After finishing their business and convincing Zorah to shush by letting her pick out the colored wrappings for her hand holds, Silvanus took her to their second stop.

"Why do I need a staff anyway?" Zorah asked as they perused around for dinner items.

"To protect yourself? What else is it for? Well I guess its great for poking down fruit from a tree," he trailed off inspecting the flexibility of some vegetables, it seemed quite a good idea to him, but Zorah kept making sour faces.

"Is this world that dangerous that I need to learn to use one?"

"Basically, yes."

"Can't I just have a gun?"

"No," he stated blandly, "there aren't any anyway."

"But why not?" Zorah said, almost whining. Refusing to have this discussion Silvanus just walked away and ignored all further questions.

Silvanus was glad when they made it back home, he tossed his armload of sticks to the ground and went about making a fire. Zorah watched him closely, seeming to be completely intrigued with his actions. He hated to admit it, but he found himself putting on a show for her, moving just so to draw her eyes and cause a flush to rise in her cheeks. He made it seem as if he was just ignoring her as he stripped off his shirt and split a few logs to toss on the young fire. Finally when he had no more prattling on to do, he handed her a few pieces of the log and required her to keep the fire going as he prepared their dinner.

Silvanus went inside and placed two potatoes and a few carrots into his fire pot. Taking it outside he added some water to it and set it about a foot from the flames. "leave this here," he directed before taking his small knife in his lithe hands and skinning the meat. Heading out briefly to get a nice green stick to puncture it, Silvanus found himself regretting leaving her alone.

As he was re-approaching the forest line, the roar of fire creaped into his awareness, panic overwhelmed him as he darted into the field. Zorah was waving her arms and shouting at the fire.

Running up, Silvanus screamed, "Throw dirt on it! I'll grab the water!"

Zorah paused, turned and lowered her arms, the flames licking the air all around her. Her brow furled and she tilted her head. "Why?"

Silvanus slowed as he approached and saw that she had mounded the dirt around the flames to keep it contained and purposefully built the flames up. Tossing his hands into the air and almost losing their meal in the process, Silvanus' voice is deadly calm. "Why would you do this? Its a waste, its dangerous and there is no need for the heat. I'll be lucky if the roots are not mush by now,"

Zorah opens her mouth to ask, but snaps it shut when she is glared at. Wondering what would cause her to act so irrationally, Silvanus holds his question to himself because he doesn't want to hear her speak. He points to a log up on its end and tells her to sit.

He then draws out some water into a large basin. He then proceeds to clean the rabbit off. By now the fire has died down enough that he can retrieve the fire pot and he fishes the roots out and onto plates for them before placing the rabbit into the water that is left. He returns it to its place by the fire. When the flames die down he moves the fire pot into the coals and lets it cook longer still.

Zorah had zoned out and that was all well and fine with Silvanus. She actually jumped when he shoved her plate under her nose. He tried his best not to react when she beamed up at him.

Taking a bit of her roots she exclaimed with even more strange things, "Potatoes! They are Purple potatoes!" and she ate in the most un-lady like way he could imagine.

~~

Silvanus was awake before his guest. He heard her startled squeak when she woke.

Looking in on her he saw her desperately trying to tame her wild hair. Finding himself rubbing his thumb along his fingertips Silvanus sighed and collected his comb. He quietly entered the room and took a seat behind her. She tensed when she noticed him but did not say a word. Most likely not wanting to upset him like at dinner the night before. Plus, right about now, the true realization that it really is not a dream and her soul is sharing two bodies is most likely sinking in. The second day is always the hardest on them, mentally prepared or not, and she was as thrown into this as one can be.

It seemed to take Zorah a moment to realize that the slight tugging at her head was him combing out the snarls. Minding he was using his magic to prevent any pain, it made sense she was confused. When she tilted her head back to look at him he only met her gaze fleetingly. Her eyes were an unusual shade of brown and he thought he saw a slice of green through one of them, but went back to work rather than investigating.

When she lowered her head and the tension went out from her shoulders, he found himself softly talking. "My sister always had such wild hair, granted it was light like mine, but it would get the strangest things stuck in it. That's why I started helping her originally. The first time it was little things like twigs and leaves, but she started to make a game of hiding little things like seashells and rocks. The occasional feather or bead would wind its way in as well. She was insistent I was the only one who could safely remove the objects. I think I just didn't pull as much as mother. Her hands were soft, but they shook towards the end."

They were both quiet as he finished. But then as he wound his fingers into her hair he realized he should be productive and not just play. So he took his time and wove two french braids down her head. He continued speaking to distract himself. "As she got older, instead of hiding things in her hair she would hang the beads and feathers we had collected off special ties. Eventually, she didn't need my help tending to her hair, or much else for that matter. Regardless, I still know what I'm doing," after tying off the braids with a bit of twine, Silvanus shut his white bone comb into its small wooden box, and placed it on a shelf before returning to the porridge he left cooking. Zorah just sat where he left her, twirling the ends of her braids in her fingers.

~~

There was a knock at the door shortly after breakfast. Zorah just ignored it and continued sewing the cloth Silvanus had given her. At least she seemed to have better homemaking skills than the other women he had brought around. Zorah really was not his type, and on the younger side. Plus she rather annoyed him at times, but in general most women could not hold his attention past a few specific qualities, so what did it matter. Who's at the door anyway?

"I'll be right back," he called as he stepped outside. Zorah was too involved in her project to do more than nod. "What would you like now?"

"Hows she adjusting?" Alam asked.

"You mean other than almost burning down the Island?"

"It wasn't that bad,"


Raising Beautiful 01



"Oh yes, all seeing one. Answer your own question," Silvanus waved his hand in the air, feigning disinterest.

"Fine, does she seem able to handle it?"

"Well, she knows her vegetables and appears to understand how to make a bag with string and fabric. However, there is still time for her to mess that one up yet," Silvanus said, rather annoyed again.

"I manged to get Aziz to agree to tutor her if her magic is as implied," Silvanus tried not to gape as Alam continued, "You'll have to time your arrival to be just after the new moon, which gets her to the city two days later," Worry filtered into Alam's voice, reminding Silvanus he was annoyed with him.

"I know how they are, but do you really expect Aziz of all people to think shes of any talent? They haven't accepted anyone for new training since I was a boy. In fact you couldn't convince them you were able, and our kingdom seems to think your worth working in The Court," Silvanus tried to ignore the twitch at Alam's lips, knowing exactly what they were both thinking of but not saying.

"He will take her, so long as you get her there." Alam's voice was exceptionally level minding the insults that had just passed between the two of them. "Here is money for the trip, I expect her to be provided for," Alam continued, handing over a small bag. He then produced a well worn card, and Silvanus was sure Alam wanted him to see it before he flicked the cards corner and vanished.

Glad that's over. Silvanus thought as he went back inside, Zorah was just finishing, setting down the bag she looked at him.

"Who was that?"

"Just a Patron," Silvanus replied, tossing a bag that sounded like a coin purse onto the table.

"Oh? What do you do?"

"Jack of Most Trades,"

"Isn't it Jack of All Trades?"

"No, it is King of All Trades. I don't do magic tasks, so I'm just a Jack,"

"King, Jack, like a deck of cards?"

Silvanus nodded.

"Queen does what?"

The raised eyebrow and smirk that crossed his face made Zorah blush. Realizing she had just blushed like a youth caused her blush to deepen enough for her ears and cheeks to start burning. Zorah tried not to feel like a child as she scrubbed at her face, but the blush just spread down her neck. Almost in a panic, Zorah stood and stormed off, seeking a cool breeze. Silvanus' roaring Laughter followed her out of the house.

"Shes innocent," Silvanus mumbled to himself before he realized where his thoughts were slipping to.

Following her out Silvanus quickly caught up to her, she was the first to speak.

"I think I am going to blame my childish response on the absolute absurdity of the impossibility of my situation. Deal?"

Silvanus rolled his eyes and agreed.

"It smells funny here, not bad, just funny,"

"We have practically no pollution. If I remember right, your world is the second dirtiest of all the ones we have access to."

Zorah took a moment to really take in her surroundings. Her eyes started opening in amazement, the smells, even the colors were richer than she was used to. Zorah did not remember it raining either that day or the previous one.

"Silvanus," Zorah asked, "When was the last time it rained here?"

"I don't know, about 15 days or so, why?"

"Is Earth really that bad? I don't even live near a City with smog problems! Even out in the country it not this clear, I am amazed!" Zorah took a moment to ponder this before another though crept in, "Wait, how many worlds are there?"

"About 7 or 8, there might be another one that can only be reached from one of them, but it really is not a safe world for outsiders."

"What is it called?" Zorah asked

Silvanus sighed, "The dangerous one or the one I'm not sure exists?"

"Dangerous,"

"Earth,"

"That's my planet, its not that bad, and the only place we think we can get to is Mars, we are not sure yet."

"I knew you'd jump to that conclusion, there are three different planets that call themselves Earth." Silvanus said with a sigh. This was going to take a while.

"If you knew then you should have qualified your statement. I want to finish my bags!" Zorah stood up and started towards the trees and the first path she saw.

"Wrong one!" Silvanus called before showing her the proper way.

~~

"Well, how about this, I think you've helped with enough chores that you've earned your own clothes," The sour glare he received was exactly what he expected. "What, you want me taking you on this long adventure, dropping you off with some stranger in a strange city, and then ask for my clothes back then? I think not, I would like them before they are ruined," He smiled at her mischievously.

Zorah must have been getting used to his antics because she smiled back. Silvanus grabbed the wallet that Alam had given him and dumped it on the table. He had to refrain from whistling at the amount.

"That looks like a lot, what job did you do?"

"Um, its for a long distance delivery, depending on the goods its one of the higher paying types of jobs. Speaking of jobs, I have a few to finish before we head out, shouldn't take very long, if I drop you off at Rob's place will you be able to barter for a reasonable sized wardrobe?" Silvanus asked, counting out some of the smaller coins with a decent amount of leeway because she was bound to splurge.

"You want me to barter?"

"Please tell me you can do that,"

"I do not have a good or service to exchange for another good or service, how can I barter with money?" Zorah's arms crossed over her chest and she arched an eyebrow.

"One, not everything is based on money, its a generally accepted form of transfer, but not always accepted, though we do accept it here. Two, I meant it in relation to haggling. Can you haggle a price?"

"Maybe if I had a basis of comparison. I do not know what anything is worth besides my staff. Hey, you just accepted his price for my staff, you didn't haggle with him!" Zorah's voice raised as she realized this.

Silvanus could not help but smile. He was pleased she realized this. "I did barter with him. I brought you there, and edged you in a position where you showed your attitude and that amused him. He is an easy man to please. Plus I am a dedicated customer, I've rarely bought anything from another merchant, and it was only because I was too far to make the trip to him, and could not wait. It will be easy to barter, they give you a price, you say a slightly smaller number and give a smile,"

"Oh! That's how it is!" Zorah cried, seeming aghast, "You want me to use my Feminine Wiles on him!" She could not hold her shocked expression for long and dissolved into laughter. "You know, you annoy the daylights out of me, but I think I could get to like you anyway. Let's go. I'll find some clothes and you'll go work and do all of the boring stuff,"

"Well," Silvanus said, trying to hide his change in expression and keep his voice extra smooth, "I wouldn't call one of the jobs boring," Silvanus waited till Zorah looked at him before sending a suggestive glance sidelong at her, throwing more suggestion into that glance than he had at her Queen question earlier. He was pleased with himself when the blush ran into her face. He turned like nothing happened and went into his room to collect a few things, giving her time to regain her facilities.

"Rob!" Silvanus called, pushing Zorah into a large tent in the middle of the market. She was distracted again. "I have someone who needs your services!" Rob came out from behind a pile of crates and Silvanus continued, "I have a few errands to run before we leave so I am just going to leave her here with you. I expect her to behave well enough,"

"New Rose then? Alright Sir Silvanus, the usual?" Rob asked, putting on his business face.

"No, not quite, this one comes with orders," Silvanus felt the daggers that were being sent at his back from said rose, but shrugged them off.

"This one is the one that Sir-"

"Precisely!" Silvanus said in a hurry, he silently told Rob not to mention him with a careful glance. When Rob nodded, Silvanus headed out. How Rob knew these things anyway was beyond him. But Rob had the strangest connections for an apparel merchant.

Once out on the streets, It did not take him long to track down Margret, she was watching him from across the street with a hard gaze, "A new one already? I suppose your going to be gone for a while again. I might just find a new pet," Her voice was just as annoying as always. Regardless, Silvanus laid on the charm.

"This one is not mine, don't worry, I am here for you today," Silvanus wrapped his arm into hers and guided her away from the busy streets, buttering her up as he went.

As annoying as her voice was, this was always his favorite woman to visit. She was rich, and paid him well for his services, her only request was that he encourage the rumor that he was actually partaking in an affair. Her husband acted as if he didn't know and she got swooned over by the other women for "charming him into it". Silvanus found it quite amusing. Especially minding that her husband would quite often sit in on their sessions.

Today was one of those days. "Sir," Silvanus said, inclining his head after being theatrically dragged into their mansion.

"Today?" he asked, looking up from some papers.

"I must leave for a while, figured she wanted to see me before I leave."

The grin that spread across his face always gave Silvanus the creeps, but whatever rattles your fancies. There were few that actually knew about Silvanus' magic, and Margret was actually the one that let Silvanus know about its potential. He was unconsciously using it as a child and after his mother died and his siblings left, Margret had taken him under her wing as a farm boy.

Silvanus waited until she was ready, sitting in front of the fire in nothing but her robe. Taking the comb from the nightstand Silvanus proceeded to tease her silky hair from its tight bun and let it cascade down around her shoulders. Drawing his power, Silvanus set to combing her hair and remembering back to the first time he knowingly used his powers on a girl. He didn't draw on this memory for power often, but something bout his circumstances made him think back on it all.

Margret had recognized his magic instantly when he had caused another child to cry out as if burned by a mere glancing blow. The Teen was inconsolable, and Silvanus had struck out in anger. Margret had drew on his power and taught him to use it to help people, but Silvanus was too upset initially by his possession of magic, to use it.

However a few years later, one of the maids had shown interest in him. In fact she was not the only one, Silvanus had quite interesting features thanks to his heritage and they seemed to draw many girls to his side. What drew Silvanus to this one was the fact that she was foreign, he knew little about her and thus she was exotic to him.

She had cornered him in the woods to ask on behalf of her friend if he was interested. He demurred and when she clung to him in protest he felt parts of himself rising to meet her. A deep blush came over him and she, being more promiscuous than him, knew instantly who he wanted.

Silvanus clearly remembers the mischief in her eyes and imagined that the soft sighs that he was drawing from Margret as he methodically combed her hair, was actually the excited groan that came from Karrie.

He remembers how she scooped up his hand and daringly pressed it on her chest. "You don't want to do this to Sara?" Silvanus could only shake his head no, his body was reacting so forcefully he felt like he was swimming, the only thing holding him together was the soft pillow under his right hand.

However, the girl recognized his inexperience and made the mistake of challenging him. "That's good, because I can tell from the way your holding on that you have so little experience you couldn't even make her wet, let alone climax,"

Silvanus had heard enough from the other boys to understand what Karrie was implying and it infuriated him. He could feel his power building in retaliation, but then a strange thought crossed his mind, and instead of hurting her, Silvanus' inexperienced mind snapped and he decided that he would teach her another sort of lesson. Gathering what little content and knowledge he had, Silvanus drew every ounce of desire from himself and sent it shooting down his arm right into her.

The strangled gasp that escaped her lips as she arched violently against his hand and the way her thigh came up between his knees was so erotic that he spilled himself right then.

He was mortified when he caught the scent, sure that she would tease him again. However what happened next he would never forget. Karrie, his exotic maid, reached forward and plastered herself to him. She wound her fingers into his hair and kissed him so forcefully he lost his head.

He resurfaced when she was above him, pinning him down, "Do. It. Again." she demanded, guiding his hand lower. He balked when his hand came in contact with her moist undergarments. But she shoved his hand against her heat and Silvanus couldn't help but be confused, he thought you had to enter a woman, but she just wanted him in front of her center. "Trust. Me. This is. FAR. Better." she said in short gasps. "Do. It. Again!" she then ground her hips down on him so forcefully he lost any reason he had and obeyed her every command.

The two of them rolled in the leaved in a whirl wind tyrant, before Silvanus could take no more and put her to sleep so he could escape. Even now, he could barley remember what happened that first time in detail. The emotions and desires, he felt them every time he drew on his magic for sex. However, no matter how hard he tried Silvanus could not decipher what is immature mind was going through that day.

Spent, smelling of sex, yet fully clothed, Silvanus returned home leaving Karrie naked in the woods. Margret had been there waiting for him because he never showed up for his assorted chores. Her womanly insight, and most likely her nose, knew instantly what had happened, but she made him tell her regardless.

Eventually, as he became more experienced, Silvanus began teaching himself the finer control of his powers.

He felt a penetrating gaze reach his face, Margret was looking up at him, flushed. "Thank you," she mouthed before gracefully rising from the chair and approaching her husband who had a greedy look on his face. Simply put, Silvanus provided the equivalent of the foreplay that she needed and he was too lazy to provide to make sex for her aging body comfortable. Not once has Margret and him actually touched inappropriately, even if she does flirt when in public. But without some of her encouragement his skills would never have honed to their heights. Besides, playing with her smooth hair strokes his personal needs enough to make it well worth the time, paid or not.

Backing out quietly, he left them to their pleasures.

~~~~

A.N. As stated before I am submitting a reedit of my current story because it has been well over a year since I wrote this and that will get me going to finish the story now that life events are clearing out.

'Bare' with my main characters, they (purposefully) have some growing up and developing to do. This is intended to be a typical novel length. In fact this is a parallel to a non-erotic novel I am writing, but I had to get this characters story out of my head and on paper least I be driven insane. A lot of the details about the world this takes place in is left vague on purpose, if there are pressing questions I will gladly see how to work in those answers into the main plot.

Don't worry, Silvanus has more detailed involvements to come (and hopefully juicier ones in the reedits since I am quite a bit more brave as a writer) 



Raising Beautiful 02



A.N. Thank you for coming back! I promise I am dedicating myself to improving as I go.

*****

When Silvanus returned to pick up Zorah from Rob's clothing shop, he was both shocked, and pissed. "Corian!" The two young women sitting with their backs to the entrance, a tapestry in their laps, fringe in their fingers jumped at his sudden exclamation. "What, per-say, are you doing here?" Silvanus asked darkly.

Before Rob could interject, Zorah stood and whirled on Silvanus. "Now see here Silvanus, you don't need to worry about her stealing any more! I am going to make sure she is honest. If she took something from you in the past we can work-"

Silvanus couldn't hold in his frustrated amusement any longer; it escaped as a snort. Zorah stopped talking and glared at him. He had little idea about what she was talking about, regardless she was mistaken. He lifted his hand and made her wait until he knew he could speak in a level tone. "That thief is my sister and she needs to leave. Now." the last word was practically a bark.

Zorah and Silvanus were just staring at each other, he could see the different thoughts passing through her mind. Rob interjected in his kind business tone and reminded them that they had places to go, and they were going to scare away any potential customers.

Silvanus just started walking out, and when both girls followed him he couldn't help mentally complaining. 'Not only does he have to deal with Zorah, but now his sister is back and trailing along like a puppy. Why is she even here?' Silvanus was sure he was not hiding his anger well, but he honestly did not care. It had been many years since he has had to deal with his sister and with the things going on when she left, he was not glad Corian came back.

When he could no longer stand the inner monologue that his brain was throwing at him as he listened to the two women trailing after him. He turned on his heel, grabbing Zorah by the shoulders to keep her from slamming into his chest. "What, precisely, are you doing?" he demanded, looking over her head at his sister.

"Serving," she said so simply and cheerfully that Silvanus was sure she had been waiting for his question.

"Serving who?" Silvanus gritted out without parting his teeth.

"My new Master," Corian grinned, her finger pointing strait ahead, it took Silvanus an embarrassing moment to realize that she was pointing at the female still in his hands.

"Gah!" Silvanus tossed his hands in the air and spun around to walk again, "When will this end! She is not even from here! How can she be your Master?! Why are you even here!"

"I just graduated as a Copper Mage, I get a year off to explore my talent and decide if I want to enter the more rigorous training to advance to a Jem Mage, I was planning on just stopping here, get a horde of money and retiring, But that didn't pan out." Corian's explanation was overly peppy, "Zorah here is immune to me to I have sworn oath to her," her peppiness petered out and became quite sober, leaning into agitated, "And I am quite upset she is one of your girls." by the end nothing but the agitation was left.

The sneer that infected Silvanus' face was quite cruel, Corian had always paraded around with her emotions on her sleeve, but the fact that his exploits reached even her, and the assumption that this was more of the same gave him the power to prove her wrong. Not now though.

"What do you think, Zorah? You want her to come with us?" He put syrup in his voice and looked sidelong over his shoulder. She bit her lip which just aided the intensity of his gaze.

"Can-, can I think about it? I barely know her. Or what she can do, where we are going. I would prefer to make a more informed decision," Zorah said, heat in her face. She let out a breath when Silvanus nodded.

"Alright, we will head home tonight and sort this out later,"

"Do we need to grab anything for dinner?" Zorah asked with a slight smile, most likely remembering the day before. Silvanus just patted the pack on his back and kept walking.

~~

When Silvanus woke the girls were still sleeping in the next room. Having needs to take care of he headed out into the woods, preferring privacy. When he found a suitable spot he unlaced his trousers and pulled the fabric around so his phallus peeked out. Silvanus quickly rocked up onto his toes and dropped back down to let himself emerge completely. Usually when he peed, he does not hang on, but today he found himself grasping his shaft as he waited for his muscles to relax enough to let his urine pass through and escape.

When he finished and he was still standing proud, Silvanus let out a sigh. This really wasn't his intention, and he hated waste. Taking his fingers and pulling his foreskin the rest of the way back he winced at the sensitivity. Shaking off any moisture, he slid his hand up and down the shaft and avoided the tip. Making a ring with his fingers he mimicked the contracting muscles of a woman and slid his hand slowly down. He pictured one of the many girls spread before him, remembering how they would clamp down on his fingers, the defining scent of their petals, he leaned into his hand. Hanging his other hand below so that as he humped one, the other would gently tap his balls as if he was landing home. When he felt the distinctive spasms in his gut he lifted his lower hand in front of him and ever so carefully pressed it on his tip. The heat from his hand sent him over and he gushed out the creamy liquid that signified completion. As he was leaning on to the tree for support and milking out the last of the damp, his stomach gave a loud growl, demanding to be the next need on the list.

Silvanus gave it another wiggle before meticulously placing his skin back in its place, ultra careful not to trap any seed inside for fear of the lingering smell that would accompany his carelessness. Regretfully kicking some dead plants onto the mess Silvanus used his clean hand to pick a few nearby apples. They were slightly under ripe but that was manageable.

~~

The apples were almost done roasting and the meat was threatening to become dry when the two finally emerged. His sister got expectantly excited over the apples.

"Moms apples!" Corian cried, "are they done? Which ones mine? They smell delicious!"

"Relax, its a little different than you remember," Silvanus grumped. He never did like high pitched squeals early in the morning. In fact he never liked them. Though he did perk up when each of them vocalized their approval of breakfast throughout.

"Alright," Silvanus announced, dusting off his hands and standing up and heading inside, stomach finally content. When he returned with a few staffs Corian started clapping in excitement, just as she always did as a child.

"You actually like this one?" Corian asked as she ran out into the clearing and found a place to sit.

Silvanus just ignored her, letting her assumptions grow further, and told Zorah where to stand, "Catch!" he tossed the staff to her as she turned to face him. Zorah was slightly startled and caught it with nearly perfect grip. Corian clapped from her seat which earned her a dark look from her brother.

"What are we doing?" She asked, looking at her weapon. 

"Are you serious? Didn't we already have this conversation? Why would I buy you a staff to keep you safe if I was not going to show you how to use it? We have a very long way to travel and if anything happened I could get in a lot of trouble if you did not keep yourself safe,"

"Can't she just make whoever it is not realize I am there?" Zorah asked waving her arm to indicate Corian.

Silvanus smacked his hand to his forehead, "That's a soul bound spell, not one she can currently cast on you. She has her own training to do if she wants to be of much use to anyone else," Corian made a point of looking away before Silvanus' dark glare met its mark.

Zorah started mumbling about the high grass and the fact that she just ate, but Silvanus just ignored her and started in on the lesson.

After a few hours had past and Zorah had a number of welts. Corian must have realized that her brother was going a little too hard on her and piped in.

"Silvanus, I think you've beat her enough, she is past being able to learn any more today. At least we know that if anyone but you were to attack her she would win simply by outlasting them. This is ridiculous!" Her tone was seeping with judgment. Silvanus had long since noticed that Zorah had a set to her jaw that showed that she wasn't going to give in. He did admit to himself that he was venting some frustrations on her, but she made it too easy with her defiance. Speaking of defiance...

"Don't you berate me!" Silvanus yelled, spinning on Corian, eyes almost glowing. "You think you can come here and tell me what to do? You made your choices. Just because you have an official title does not make you someone special. And technically Zorah is in charge of you and I am in charge of her, so just-" Silvanus stopped, looking down at the heat on his arm. Zorah had placed her hand there and was looking into his face, her eyes seemed to peer into the darkest parts of himself. Swallowing his words he let out a sigh and shook his arm away.

"I am used to bathing every other day, and I am mostly uncomfortable because my hair is getting itchy and I am starting to smell. I am assuming that you wash yourselves here, and am hoping there is warm water to go with it. Besides," Zorah's stomach let out a loud growl, "I am hungry,"

The muffled snort that demonstrated Corian was doing her absolute best not to laugh showed Silvanus the ridiculousness of the situation. Silvanus, relented and they had stale bread and cream for lunch while a few pots of water heated.

~~

After accomplishing what few chores Silvanus could, he sat down on the bench by the front door and waited for the girls to be done so he can safely go in. He could hear Corian's intense voice retelling Zorah about their childhood. It was Slightly aggravating at first, but as he listened he realized that Corian really did not know the truth of what had happened. She did not know how spiteful and conniving her father was and how he completely destroyed their family. It is no wonder she had acted the way she did in the end.

"What exactly happened between the two of you? If we are going to be traveling together I need to know what sets you guys off. Plus I know practically nothing about you, so any details are good," Zorah mentioned.

"Well, that's the problem, I don't really know exactly what happened. We were young,"

"Then why don't you tell me the story and maybe we can figure something out,"

There was a decent pause before Corian started, "Growing up, our Mother had two best friends, Silvanus' Father, and mine. She was in love with Silvanus' Father and they ended up getting married. When Silvanus was merely three years old, our fathers went out one day to hunt. Only my Father returned.

"One of the Rebel Camps had been scouting and found them, they fought, but only my Father escaped. My mother was devastated, and collapsed into my Father's arms, needless to say, nine months later I was born. It was, I don't know, around four years later? Well, Silvanus' Father returned, he was in horrid shape, and furious. I remember being terrified at the sight of this man, bursting through the door during supper.

"I vaguely recall being held by Mother who was weeping, Silvanus crammed in close to me. I remember being quite uncomfortable but too scared to say anything. I could tell she loved Silvanus' father by the look in her eyes, but was scared of his current temper. All I remember of the argument between our two fathers was my father storming out, Silvanus' Father wanting to follow, but my Mother stopping him, crying desperately, repeating over and over that she did not know. He stayed for a year, Skyler, our younger brother, exact look-a-like of Silvanus, was born not long into that second year. Nevertheless, one night my Father came back. That is when all chaos began to break loose.

"Our fathers started to fight, and my powers started to emerge that night." Corian was telling Zorah.

"Your powers? You mean magic? It is not all the same?" Zorah asked.

"No, it varies quite a bit in both intensity and style between people. At that moment my powers were unrestrained due to lack of knowledge and training. My powers still fluctuate in strength and are very much attached to my emotions. That fact proved a challenge for my teacher at first, but when I learned to meditate I became suddenly quite skilled." Silvanus could hear the pride in his sisters voice. "I took about a year less to be trained than most, however my skills appeared overnight and I was able to receive training right away, most people spend more time unlocking their skills. So they don't receive tutoring right away, and they have experimented with their talents so it is harder for them to learn to use them another way. I was quite lucky, in this respect, though I know I had caused my family a lot of strife," Corian took a moment to think about all that heartache, and decided she might as well tell Zorah more about it later. There was a long pause punctuated with the sound of the girls washing in the basin sitting in his living room.

Suddenly Corian continued. "When my powers were new, and I felt uncomfortable or scared I radiated a haze that would make people forget about me. Sometimes that's great, but when your only five or six, that is not always that 'great'. I made some nasty mischief, after I figured it out, but the first time it happened I was traumatized. Anyway, back to my story. Needless to say, my Father had come back to start a fight, now both wanted to finish it.

"At one point my Mother got up and walked over with plans to plead for them to stop, just like before. However, my Father slapped my Mother aside and she passed out. After which our fathers fought. I remember Silvanus trying to get us kids to leave, and failing. I had just turned 8, and was horrified by what I saw, Our fathers were literally killing each other. At the end of it all, Mother was still unconscious, Skyler was crying, thankfully too young to really understand, though he developed magic even younger than I, he was only 3, so at least subconsciously he must have known something. I digress, My father was dead, and Silvanus' was barley standing. In fact he barley looked human,"

Silvanus could barley hear Zorah's reply, "No wonder the two of you have so much tension!"

"Oh, I am not done yet, It gets even better," The sarcasm was not missed. "His Father did not make it through the night. He had won the fight, but at what cost?" Corian abruptly changed subjects, "Here let me help you with that." There was a sudden sloshing sound and Silvanus realized that they were in the tub together. Glad he had relieved his tension earlier he stashed the image of them naked together to recall at another time.

"Our town never had any proficient healers, and by the time the one we did have arrived, there wasn't much he could do. Mother was in shock, and felt she caused all the grief. She was never the same after that.

"I do not know what had happened to Silvanus' Father, or how he was able to come back. I would assume that it was because my Father killed his, but they both died that day, so that's not that fair of a response. It could be the fact that I am the reason that they got so out of hand, I don't know, I am assuming that both men wanted a life with Mother and the other would not give her up. I do not know for sure. I have never actually put it to words. Now that I think about it, I do not blame Silvanus. But he loved Mother so much, and took such great care of her, and myself when we were tiny, that I am quite surprised he involves himself with so many women then just leaves them behind when he is bored. Silvanus is known for his flings even on the mainland. My understanding is that he started watching the girls when he was quite young. Mother never spoke of what happened. None of us really did, so I may be missing something vital. It got to the point where Silvanus drifted away from me, and because Mother was so reserved Skyler came to me for motherly attention like scrapes or bruises because Mother would never acknowledge them,"

"Your brother is promiscuous?"

"You don't know? Didn't he bring you to this world?"

"No, someone else did. He does make some lewd comments and expressions, but he hasn't advanced on me," Zorah said thoughtfully.

"Well, You should hear the stories that find me, especially when they don't know I'm related to him," There was a snort and Corian continued. "It makes me sick sometimes,"

"So what about your Mother?"

"Mother was so pleased when Skyler started showing powers, that was the only thing about him she acknowledged. Silvanus had never shown any powers and there was this hazy confusion over the two of them with her. I don't know if it is because they looked so much alike she just would forget the age of her son. That may be one reason he despises me as well, I was the first born with magic, Mother always doted on magic. Neither of our fathers had magic, maybe that's why she like it so much. Like I said earlier, there's a lot I don't know about all this. Mother sent Skyler to live in the healers hut, for his budding talent was obviously of that nature. He was only 4 then. And when Silvanus and I were alone together, things only got worse. But that's a story for another time, I'm starting to wrinkle,"

"I see," Zorah reply was almost lost in the sounds of them getting out. "Why not try to talk to Silvanus?"

"I have tried a few times, but he ignores me," Corian said simply.

It did not bother Silvanus when Corian spoke of his exploits. In fact that he was boasted about over such an area excited him. He knew what he did, and he loved to hear how the stories changed and grew. Besides, most of the women he entertained were usually quite spiteful, taking advantage of other men, or Silvanus himself. Silvanus took great pleasure in acting as the lost innocent type once alone, but startling them with his powers. Once rumors spread he had no problems finding women to attach to.

Some of the women he brought over from other places, the way Zorah had come over. He subtlety set them up with great lives for themselves, many of which were ruined because of their selfish natures, but at that point he did not feel responsible. Either way he had some fun. Besides, if people learn a little heartache early, they are less likely to be fooled later in life.

Also, whats wrong with a little publicity? It sure earned him a pretty penny.

Realizing he did not want to seem the voyeur when his sister was involved, Silvanus stood and rapped on the door, "I hope your done, I am coming in!" Before entering. Zorah was on a stool by the fire with her cloak draped over her trying to finger comb her hair again.

"Hey, before we leave can I have a comb? And maybe a few other things?" She asked, looking over her shoulder, completely unaware that most of her toned thighs were exposed. Silvanus found his thumb rolling over his fingertips as he dragged his eyes up to meet hers.

"Sure," he managed, proud how little emotion the one word showed. You would think with how many bodies he has seen he would not react as such, but knowing she was off limits made him want to run his fingers over her even more.

Corian claimed she wanted to go lay in the sun to dry, but Silvanus was sure she just needed some time to herself.

Silvanus went and got the comb again. When he was sure they were alone he pulled a chair up behind her. Zorah's stool put her lower, and his inner thigh, just above the knee was resting on her upper arms. "I am sorry for overworking you," Silvanus cooed as she clutched her cloak tight in front of her chest from the inside like a blanket. "I did not volunteer for this task, and having my sister join just threw me over the edge," He sent warming sensations where his body touched hers and watched as the goosebumps on her fleshed changed from the cold to being excessively aware.




Raising Beautiful 02



As Silvanus teased out the tangles, Zorah mentioned, "Corian told me a bit about your childhood. You both took some of the," there was a loaded pause, "events hard. Corian realizes that there was little any of you could do. She would like to have a better relationship with you, but feels like you don't want that. Is there anything that can be done?" Zorah asked, trying to turn to look at Silvanus. The proper and direct way she worded it amused him. He just pulled on he hair to keep her head strait. He had an idea of her expression and did not want to see it.

"There is more to the story than she knows,"

"Isn't that always the case? Ow!" Zorah cried.

"Sorry, didn't see that knot," Silvanus could not keep all of the sarcasm out of his voice.

"Well, Isn't it? Besides, if what she doesn't know is so important, why not just tell her?"

"She doesn't need to know,"

"If you wont tell her than you have no right to be mad,"

"I am not mad,"

"Silvanus, you are fooling yourself. You are holding a grudge against family who does not know about the reason. You can't keep distancing yourself from everyone you come in contact with. You've apparently developed a reputation for soliciting women, which, by the way, they might fawn over you now, but it has to end sometime, and when you have twenty kids running around with no one to support them what will you do? You might even have some now!" Zorah said, her voice letting more shock and disappointment show with each word.

"I don't have any children," Silvanus' tone was flat. He was quite aggravated with her for suggesting it.

"And how can you know that? Either way you are deluding yourself and it is not fair to you, your sister, or any of those women!"

"I am not deluding myself!" Silvanus realized, just after saying that just how childish he sounded.

"Do you realize just how childish you sound?" Zorah snapped at him.

"AGHH!" Silvanus said, tossing up his hands for what felt like the millionth time since she arrived. "Alright, alright, alright!" he realized he was giving in remarkably easy, but as before with his anger, he really did not care. "I am telling you this mostly because I am tired of being the only one who knows. The reason our fathers killed each other was because of Mother. Nothing she did, but who she was. Marcus couldn't accept that she fell in love with Saul and had him removed from the picture, the attack that had him torn from Mother was no accident. When he somehow survived and escaped the torture and returned, Marcus was not man enough to confront him and had to leave and return with a spell to kill Saul. Fortunately, Saul was able to protect us children by stopping Marcus' reign of terror. Granted, it happened right in front of us and we have all had issues since. But I would prefer to have seen all that than have them still going at it now,"

It was silent for a long time after his tirade, Silvanus seeming to work in one spot much longer than the rest. When Zorah finally spoke she had a question, "So Saul is your father right?"

"Yes," Silvanus' voice was so tight he had to swallow once before the word could escape.

"Your explanation is so much clearer than your sisters. I was getting lost listening to it. You are mad at Corian because of what he father did?"

"Initially,"

"And now?" Zorah asked it so gently Silvanus could not help but respond.

"I am mad at her for leaving Mother behind when she was dieing,"

Zorah was silent, and finally Silvanus had no choice but to continue.

"Mother was never the same after our fathers died. She couldn't tell Skyler, our dead father and I apart. She kept thinking she was a child again and I was my father, or I was just born when she was holding Skyler. She only knew what was going on when Corian was around because she couldn't make excuses and delude herself when she was near. Mother was sad at those times, but she functioned,"

"Wait, she was delusional around you and your baby brother, but lucid around Corian. Is it possible Corian did not know or understand your mothers problem?"

Silvanus did not answer, he just continued his story, "I convinced Mother the magic in Skyler was grand, and to send him away for training, hoping that I could get my mother back. For a time she was actually worse, and I was thinking of finding an excuse to bring him home," Silvanus paused a moment. "Do you know how many women have tried to get me to tell them about this?" His tone took on an ironic note.

Zorah, turned to look at him, confusion on her face. He had finished with her hair and was staring at his hands. "Three?" Zorah guessed, trying to lighten the mood, when she saw his expression.

"More than I can count. It is like a game for them, trying to dig into my past. What does that matter anyway?" He paused, the memory clearing from his face slightly, "And why am I talking to you?" Silvanus started to get up, but Zorah placed her arm on his, just like in the field and he found he could do nothing to remove it. He sighed wishing she wasn't silhouetted by the fire behind her so he could see into the dark sliver of her cape where her hand emerged. Maybe that would justify this outburst of his.

"Why don't you finish telling me the story," Her voice was so soothing all of the sudden, it was like it was soothing every wound that he ever had, easing into his pores. His eyes drew to her plump lips, he wanted to touch them, but they continued moving and reminded him where he was, "I promise I will not tell Corian, and if you want, I can make a point of not bringing it up in the future. Trust me, I have some dark secrets of my own, not like yours. What I want you to know is that when I finally got the courage to tell someone, it was like they got lifted away and were not my responsibility any more." her soothing voice seemed to buzz over his skin.

"Where was I?" He was slightly surprised when the words escaped his lips. He hadn't come to a decision yet.

"You sent Skyler away to train, mom got worse,"

"Ahh, Just before I brought my brother back, Mom started to improve. But just a few months later, Word comes that this powerful Mage wants Skyler to train under him and requests to assess the skills of the siblings because magic quite often follows family lines," he paused before continuing. "Well, Skyler was sent home, this strange man came and he preformed some sort of test before officially agreeing to train my brother. Leaving some recommendations for my sister, who he felt was not what he was looking for. Corian was overjoyed, she had been training in the area, but this location was off the Island. When the two of them left, and my Mothers spirit left with them.

"Mother laid in bed for hours, then days, then weeks before she withered away and died, calling out for phantoms of her past to comfort her. There was rarely the moment that she recognized me. Corian new mother was ill, she knew she needed a stake in reality and left anyway. Well, that's what I believed until you brought up that she might not have, just now," Silvanus drew silent and there was a small stifled sob at the door. Silvanus thought he knew what he would see before he turned.

Corian was standing there, tears running down her face, knuckles pushing into her neck to hold the sounds in. When Silvanus saw the extent of her condition her he was startled, how long was she there? What had she heard? Silvanus did not know how he felt. So he got up and attempted to leave. Corian reached out and tried to draw him back. As she moved the sobs escaped as jumbled words, "I didn't know, I didn't know!" was all that was clear enough to decipher.

Zorah was running to Corian who had collapsed onto the floor and Silvanus locked himself in his room to brood.

~~

The next morning, when pressing urges forced him out, he found Zorah outside, trying to remember what she had learned the day before.

"Straighten your back!" He could not help but calling from the windows as he opened the shutters. Zorah's head whipped around, and when she saw him she smiled and waved before going back to her straighter stance.

Maybe she would keep her promise and not nag him about everything that happened and change her opinion of him. He hoped she made Corian agree to the same condition. When anyone even found got a whiff about his mothers death everything would change and he'd have to move on to other prospects. Now to worry about Corian. There was a loud boom from the docks and Silvanus jumped, forgetting what day it was. "The boat!" he yelled, "Everyone hurry! We have to go now!"

Zorah came in the house a moment later, "Boat?"

"We are on an Island," Corian's sleepy voice came from the other side of the room.

"Our boat!" Silvanus hollered from the pantry under the kitchen floor, he was tossing food into a sack. "Corian go make sure you girls have everything you need. Zorah is coming up on her cycle, and our trip is a few weeks,"

"You've been together that long?"

"I met her three days ago," Silvanus called up.

"And she told you!"

"EW! No I didn't!" Zorah yipped.

"Sister dear," Silvanus said, popping his head up over the open hatch door with a smirk plastered on his lips, "she didn't have to, and your dropping your egg tomorrow, so yours started about, um," he made a show of counting on his fingers as the fury built in her face, "13 days ago,"

"Uah!" she exploded, tossing her hands in his direction, the door swung at him from a gust of wind, but he caught it, used to her standard ploys. She flickered out of sight and Zorah squeaked. Her hand suddenly jerked upwards. "Zorah you come with me, we need to pack," and it was obvious that Zorah was being pulled towards their room.

~~

The group arrived just in time, most likely because Rob was arguing with some of the crew members. He paused to wave at the trio before lifting a huge crate and shaking it at one man, continuing his yelling.

Silvanus did some quick haggling before boarding the ship. When he lead them down to their rooms the confusion and disappointment on Zorah's face was vast. Silvanus ignored it and entered the small, damp, unlit alcove with only two cots.

"Is this usual?" was the only even-toned words she could manage.

"Quite," Corian mumbled before lighting the small lantern.

"So the next one is no better?" came the quiet reply,

"Not likely, plus we will be behind schedule," Silvanus chimed, already on his cot and pulling out the small bundle of fruits he didn't want to waste. "Breakfast?"

"Where are we going anyway?" Corian asked Zorah, who shrugged. "Wait, you don't know where your going?"

"Nope,"

"And you're sure your not here to have sex with him?" Corian's tone grew serious,

"Ew! No!" the defensive tone in Zorah's voice was sharp. Silvanus chuckled around his mouthful of berries. This drew two dark glares his way.

"Then why are you with him?" demanded Corian as she turned her daggers on Zorah who winced from the look.

"I- uh- don't know?" Zorah was inspecting the dank doorway closely.

"Don't you care about your future?" When this drew a honest shrug from Zorah, Corian's demeanor immediately softened. "Well, than that's my job now. Why did you come to this world Zorah?"

Zorah didn't answer for quite some time, Silvanus was just waiting patiently to reexplain everything that he already knew she didn't pay attention to the first time. "I have to save something? Honestly, as real as this all seems I am not completely certain that I am not just having a lucid, reoccurring dream,"

"It is only reoccurring if the same things happen again and again," Silvanus mumbled.

It seemed the girls did not hear him when they continued, "So why are you with him?" Corian repeated.

"There is not much I understand, I showed up in his yard, and he seemed to know what was going on. I feel like I can trust the two of you. Besides, it is more fun than attending classes all day all week, learning about things I have little interest in," 

"You like it better than this?" Corian indicated the boat around them. Zorah just gave a nervous giggle.

Silvanus sighed loudly to remind the girls he was right there. "So, Silvanus," Zorah shyly said, "Why am I here?"

"Because you followed when beckoned," Silvanus said, making his voice low. After dodging a flying sack of clothes Silvanus let out a bold laugh then said, still chuckling, "I have to take you to be trained, In the meantime I have to protect you from whatever you get into and that is about it."

"I haven't heard you laugh like that before," Corian stated, "that was a real laugh. Where is she being trained?"

"Same as Skyler,"

"Wait- She- Wait- He's- MAGIC TRAINING!" Corian stumbled through her thoughts.

"Apparently," Silvanus shrugged, "That's what I was told,"

"Hey! You didn't say I have magic! You said there was magic! I would have paid attention to that! What can I do?" The way her voices melded form anger to excitement drew the smile back to Silvanus' lips.

"You were talking such nonsense that I did not bother. I was not told the type of magic you have. All I know is this," Silvanus took a deep breath as he rose from his seat, drew the girls into the room, cast his eyes about and drew the slightly slimy door closed, trapping them in the small space. "The King of these lands, Stephan, has a powerful Seer in his royal court. Having met him, I find him rather annoying rather than insightful. Nevertheless, he has announced that war will come to our lands, and rather than worry the people, and train an army, and gather supplies, this King decided to have you brought here, trained, and prepared to defend our lands,"

"That's just plain stupid!" Zorah announced.

At the same time, Corian demanded, "How's he guarantee her loyalty?"

"To answer both of you. Exactly." Silvanus then continued, "That is the one thing that The Seer and I agree on, but we are both locked into committing because it is what our Sovereign wishes,"

"You don't seem the one to take orders,"

"Please, my entire life is centered around pleasing others," Silvanus said dryly.

Zorah furled her brows and thought a second, she shook her head and thought some more, "So when you said I have to save the world, you meant your country,"

"She was listening! But yes, the current world, apparently you can just halt this army, or I am assuming because I am bringing you to the most exclusive Mage. Plus, there seems to be no effort to raise an army for defense,"

"You don't already have one waiting to protect you?" Zorah asked.

"No, after our current kingdom was established, there was no one close enough to bother attacking. Just a few rebel camps but they rarely raise much disturbance. I have been to worlds that its nothing but war, but this one is generally very peaceful and undemanding,"

"So no police force?"

"Guards? In the larger cities, yes," Corian said. "We are kinda like your personal guard now. There are plenty of people that are paid to protect others, and many Mages that have Masters. I have sworn to protect you after all. Silvanus with brawn, myself with magic,"

"Mr. Supposed Erotic King here gets to defend me with his staff? You wonder why I think this is just a lucid dream and not actually happening? This is just too silly of a setup," Silvanus caught the innuendo and grinned at Zorah but it went over Corian's head. "Okay, enough of this I am going to go explore,"

After Zorah left Silvanus pulled out a card and tore it in half slowly. Corian was teetering about the small space trying to make it comfortable. Within the next minute Alam appeared. "Do you know how hard it is to answer the call when you are moving this fast? You're lucky I could come at all," Alam said while catching the lantern Corian dropped. She had been moving it to hang in the middle of the room from its place on the crates piled in the corner when he appeared. He hung it up as he gave her a smile. "You should be careful, burning ships are dangerous," Turning to Silvanus he asked, "She docking at the East or West Port?"

"West,"

"What do I owe you?"

"You weren't paying attention? 53.72,"

"That's cheap,"

"I'm a good negotiator," Silvanus rolled his eyes and reached out to take the money back. "After all this I'm done right?"

"As far as I know, much past this is getting quite fuzzy, she's not an easy one to read. All the years I've known her, and it never gets any easier. Shh," he turned to Corian, "I'm from her world, but she can't know yet okay?"

"You radiate," Corian said, coming out of her stupor.

"And you, who has sworn to protect her are dazed by some fancy cloak? What will I do with you all?" Silvanus asked. "It glows as bright as the moons phase. Get over it,"

"How long will the trip take?" Alam asked, to redirect the conversation.

"Four weeks. There should be about three in boat travel but we will make it in time. It would be faster traveling on foot, but she would show up not having learned more than the proper stance for a staff. Do you need anything else?"

"No, that should be all,"

"Then leave," Alam gave Silvanus a tired look and stuck his hand in his pocket before vanishing. "Corian, tell Zorah that I plan on practicing after lunch, she can explore until then. But I bet shes either lost or bothering someone by now,"

~~

The second day, the few other people on the ship were already waiting on the deck when the trio showed up to continue practice. Zorah grew a bit uncomfortable having the people there to watch. It was obvious to Silvanus how sore she was by the way she gingerly mounted the ladder leading to the main deck.

"I have less than a month to teach you how to stay alive," Silvanus announced, once they were situated, pointing his staff at her, "I do not trust this one," he pointed it at Corian next, "to keep you alive. So we better get started,"

"And why not?" Corian's hands were on her hips. When Silvanus did not honor her with a response she reached out and snatched Zorah's staff. She rattled off more of her unintelligible syllables and stared intensely at the weapon before clicking her tongue. A quick rush of air seemed to head strait for the staff signifying its enchantment. Corian, with a triumphant look about her, turned and stalked back to her seat to watch the spectacle. Her arms were crossed in front of her and her back as strait as possible on the rocking boat.

Silvanus got into stance and indicated that Zorah should do so as well. A faint look of surprise crossed her face but she stood so well placed that Silvanus had nothing to critique.

Silvanus called out his attack and the proper response to his attack just before he made it, Zorah was responding before he even moved. More confusion crossed her face as they made contact. But then she almost fell.

"Zorah, just let it happen," Corian called gently as she had fumbled the block.

Zorah glanced at her and then closed her eyes and waited. Silvanus, curious at this point, called out another set and this time noticed the slight tug that pulled Zorah into the proper stance. She followed it smoothly and came to meet him perfectly. However it was obvious that when the clank of the wood connecting split out, Zorah jumped in surprise. Smiling with understanding, Silvanus began to seamlessly call out the combinations he was using. Curious, he called out a few that she had not been shown previously and the staff still came up to meet him in the most effective blocks. There was no doubt the staff was reacting to him and not just her thoughts.

Seeing this he stopped calling hits and began to watch her body respond. Her eyes were closed but she was breathing deep. The tendons in her long neck tightening and relaxing in time to her movements. She was able to instinctively know when to tense and when to relax. Her natural talent that lay just below her mental barrier of consciousness was struggling to come out. Silvanus took the time to really look at her for the first time. She was of a healthy build, a whole head shorter than himself, but about an inch above average for most women. Her upper arms still brushed against the side of her breasts even though Corian had taken the time to bind them for her, which attested to their size. She was in a much tighter fitting shirt than the first few times they trained. Most likely because she was complaining of the heat the day before, there were no sleeves on this one. In fact Silvanus was sure it was supposed to be an undershirt.




Raising Beautiful 02



Even with her thicker build her ribs and hips were separated by a petite waist. She had a small belly that protruded in a healthy manner and the inward slope underneath was hidden by her loose fitting pants. It was a shame that he could not see the way her muscles contracted in time with her movements. He always did appreciate a strong body. It was then that he remembered the shape and contour of her thighs as he had tamed her hair. The sturdy curves that attested to both her womanhood and endurance.

"Attack!" Silvanus suddenly called out. Wanting to distract himself. Zorah immediately switched from a defensive standpoint and shifted down and forward to get under his reach and rapped him in the gut. The wind went out of him with a whoosh and he staggered, grabbing her staff for support. After sucking in as much air as he could muster, Silvanus managed, "Al- alright, it works auto-automatically and w-with thought. That's h-handy Corian, where did you learn it, because If you could do that why a-are you stealing and not selling these weapons, they'd fetch you a fortune!"

"Actually I kinda pieced it together on the spot to defy you. It is only temporary, until she hands it to someone else. It is keyed only to her. I might be able to work out a more general or longer lasting one. I'd have to play with it,"

Meanwhile, Zorah was turning a little green around the gills. There were some shouts from the small crowd to continue, but Silvanus noticed Zorah go slack just in time to shove her staff at him and turn away. The deck was in need of a good swabbing now. 

A weak, "Goodbye breakfast," escaped her lips before she continued. Corian was immediately at her their side supporting her and there was a scramble in the crowd, some laughing others wanting to help and a few halfheartedly expressing concern.

They took her down to the quarters and cleaned her up. As they pushed the two cots together to give her a little more room to lay, she weakly begged for a toothbrush.

After putting Zorah to bed, Corian was talking quietly with her brother. "What do you think happened, she seemed fine. Even yesterday after eating all that nasty lunch she was fine, I doubt it was motion sickness,"

Silvanus thought for a while, they tossed around some ideas before he snapped his fingers. "You haven't shown her how to meditate have you?"

"No why?"

"She is new to this world, She was only here maybe a day before you came, I had not shown her how to meditate yet, this has been a bit more overwhelming than most when they come. Usually there is not much mental adjustment, only a physical one. It doesn't help that she did not even know she was coming in the first place. All the girls I have ever brought over have known what to expect. Plus she came from Earth, that's the most different of the worlds. There's maybe a handful of people from there. Traveling between bodies like this is not accepted there,"

"I know that, I guess I assumed she knew how. But I guess if she doesn't even know why she is following you, why would she be able to mentally rest like the rest of us,"

"It did take me half a day to convince her she wasn't dreaming, when she got here. She was rambling on about the most random things. I think she was remembering storybooks or something. She was still in a daze the following day so I made her go buy her own clothes. But when you showed up things got set for a little bit of a loop. I guess that I assumed you would do it,"

"You think she just couldn't handle any more? I mean its only been a few days. Learning a new skill, having magic involved, on a boat and lots of people yelling and cheering. I suppose under those conditions most anyone would have a problem or two,"

"I agree. That could be what most of it was. By the way, I hate to admit it but that spell was pretty good. Too bad it is not permanent,"

"Actually, I believe I can make it permanent if I took the time to, I would just need a few more supplies, and some time. Honestly, I wasn't sure if it would work, but I specifically tuned it to her rather than the general user, and it worked great. I was so relieved. I am just glad she can use my magic at all,"

"I am glad it worked. I wonder if actually making those spells tailored to the person would be more efficient. Have you seen this before?"

"I have never seen it, no. Hey!" Corian's excitement made it hard for her to keep her voice down. She did her best knowing that Zorah needed rest. "I wonder if I could do that for someone I just met, and have a business making specific enchantments! I know there are specified spells, and they run a huge amount, but maybe with some practice, I could do this too! Maybe sell off a few trial runs for a special starting price and become famous!"

Silvanus chuckled. "I think if you finished your training and did this it could really work out for you,"

The two of them looked up when a young man cleared his throat. "I'm willing to let you practice on one of my things if your interested, I have a few ideas in mind for trade,"

Corian hopped up and beamed, "Oh would you! I need someone I do not know to try it on, that would be wonderful!" Silvanus chuckled at his sisters exuberance. It was quite pleasant being able to be natural with her and not feel the resentment that he had always felt. He was not sure when or where it wandered off to, but it could stay there. He watched his sister practically drag the man away with her.

~~

CORIAN:

Letting out a loud sigh she burst out, "This is not going to work!" Derrick was leaning on the wall next to her watching her work. It had been almost two hours and nothing she tried seemed to stick for more than a few seconds. "I don't know if it is because I do not know you or if it because I am not trying to spite my brother," She let the dagger fall into her lap. They had tried a few things so she knew it wasn't the type of weapon.

The chuckle the came from just above her caught her by surprise and she looked up, "What?"

"You are adorable when you are frustrated," he said, his voice had a grainy sound to it and she found herself blushing. "Ooh, I like that better! That rosy color suits you well," Corian felt her blush deepening. She knew that she had no talent for hiding her emotions, and couldn't help but feel giddy at the complement.

"You look stiff, if you do not oppose, why don't you let me help you relax, and maybe you wouldn't mind me helping you build a little passion and see if that helps your magic?" Derrick's grazed his knuckle across her cheek as he asked and goosebumps ran strait to her core. She found herself slipping her hand into his and accepting his offer.

He led her down the ship where it was rather dark. Obviously, the fresh air didn't visit often. He set her on a stack of crates and asked her to wait for him. He promised it would not take long and when she did he gave an adorable grin and hesitated a second before he grabbed her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips hit a little hard but he immediately softened and she melted into him. It was strange for her to kiss from this angle, leaning down into him, but she found herself reacting very pleasantly. When he pulled back he actually pushed her back on the crate and croaked, "please wait, I'll be right back but I wanted to help you unwind first. I have to go get something from my room. I am sharing it and I did not want you to think I was parading you around,"

"I'll wait," she purred, surprised at the husky sound of her voice. The grin sprang back to replace his concern and he went running back the way he came.

Derrick poked his head from around a stack of crates,not long after, "Close your eyes? I want to set this up,"

Feeling positively giddy Corian made a show of closing her eyes for him and announced gently, "I'm ready," in case it was too dark for him to see her clearly.

There was an obvious rustling and shifting of large objects and a few tinkling of smaller items. Finally, Corian felt the warm glow of a lantern on her skin and almost opened her eyes before she was asked to. Feeling him move close, her heart raced.

"If the Lady would please open her eyes, I would love to show her my gratitude," Derrick breathed, his voice airy from his rushing. Corian fluttered her eyes open and blinked a few times to adjust to the brightness, He was watching her with a embarrassed smile. She looked around and saw that he had made a secluded cubby for them and had brought the best blankets he could find. She tossed him a coy smile and extended her arms to him.

"If the Gentleman would assist me, I would love to accept this gratitude," when he slipped his hands under her arms to lift her off Corian gasped slightly at the firm strength. When she was down she turned in his arms and placing one hand over his to keep contact she took a few steps forward, encouraging him to stay close.

"What is the gratitude for, Sir?" she asked, turning to face him and stepping close.

"Besides being so beautiful," he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she shivered in pleasure, "for all you hard work, and pleasant smiles. Your shivering, are you cold?" he asked, looking around. 

She just smiled and found herself kissing him again. His lips parted lightly and she followed them. When the slight smell of mint leaves came, she knew he intended to please her in addition to himself and another wave of anticipation overcame her and she moaned slightly into his mouth. His grip on her tightened and he hurriedly deepened the kiss, when she tasted the fresh mint on his tongue she responded urgently, lapping up the flavor.

When they broke for air he pulled back. "First, you get to relax, lay down here on your stomach," when she did so he adjusted her slightly. Finding the bottom edge of her loose blouse, and sliding his fingers up and under it, he removed said blouse. More goosebumps rose on her skin as his hands slid along her bare skin.

He fiddled with one of the things that were tinkling earlier and she realized it was a small jar. She could not see its contents, but when he touched her again she couldn't keep the moan in if she had depended on it. His strong hands, which had been slightly rough before were suddenly smooth like glass, firmly sliding down her back. When his hands reached the small of her back he rocked them up so only his fingertips were touching her and began to knead the skin in small circles along her spine.

For quite some time Corian could not be quiet, nor make an intelligible word. Finally the curiosity got the better of her and she managed, "Whats that?"

"My Mother calls it lotion, she sells it at our home town, its become quite popular in most of the cities. She says she never understood why no one had brought it over earlier. Her original world has it. She has a few blends for a few different uses, I'll show you a few others if you like a little later, but right now my job is to give you massage,"

"It's amazing," was all Corian was able to mutter, especially because he had moved from the center of her back to her sides and with his fingers brushing ever closer to the sides of her small breasts, she couldn't help being distracted.

After a while it was almost torture the way that he rubbed every inch of her. Pulling off her bottoms, touching her thighs, she was burning and needed him to touch the other parts of her.

After a few more moments she got a thought,and as per her usual self, was distracted. "I'd be willing to trade this for the enchantment once I perfect it," His hands left her so suddenly she realized he misunderstood.

"That was not my intent in bringing you here," Derrick said slowly as Corian pulled her hands up and shoved them in her hair.

"You misunderstand, the lotion, not this now. A bottle of your mothers lotion for a weapon of your choice once I work out and master that spell. Just the lotion; it holds that much value to me already. It is true I barely know you, but the care you have taken with this, I can tell that your not just here for your own needs. I feel appreciated," In fact Corian decided that she should reciprocate now, and started to sit up and turn to him.

His eyes grew like saucers and left her face. She was fully naked and the massage had brought a flush to her chest, even though her breasts were small, her nipples were straining to meet him, and his gaze was trying to help. She began to pull at his shirt in an attempt to free it enough to get it off, but he pulled her hands away and laid her back.

"You're not done with your massage," He soothed.

"It's your turn," Corian protested.

"No, I'm not finished,"

"Well at least take your shirt off so I have something to admire when I am feeling your hands all over. You're torturing me!" Her stubborn tone excited him more.

Yanking his shirt off he grinned, "I love your spunk,"

He resumed the massage and it didn't take long for Corian to begin to beg for him to touch her more intimately.

"Your squirming," he chided, after one of her outbursts. "I am almost finished. Promise"

Letting out a loud moan and rocking against his hand, Corian did not know if she wanted to cum or die.

Suddenly his grip changed and she felt him sliding them up, up, up her body and he cupped her perky breasts in his hands, his thumb rolling over her tight nipples so smoothly, for the first time there was no dull ache when they were touched that usually distracted her from the pleasure. The sudden heat that enveloped one of her tight pebbles had her calling out his name and twining her fingers through his hair.

"Mmmm, yes mmmy Lady?" he hummed, not moving from her breast, the vibrations hit her hard and her whole body tensed in what she hoped wasn't an orgasm already. When she started shuttering she knew she had cum. This wasn't fair, she had her first orgasm, and it wasn't even during sex. He must have seen the frustration cover her face for he was off her in a moment, cupping her face and asking what he did wrong.

"Its no fair!" she found herself confessing, "I'm already done and you haven't even started yet! I've been waiting and waiting for this and I cant share it!" When he started laughing her embarrassment turned to mortification.

"Shh, shh," he said, seeing her face, he kissed her again,"don't worry, your a woman, we can do this all night and you'll keep on cumming. I didn't know you were a virgin,"

"I'm not," Corian said, sitting up and crossing her arms under her breasts. She felt them give a little bounce as if to punctuate her sentence. He reached out for them but she turned slightly away, "I've had sex plenty of times, not nearly as much as my Brother, but I am no virgin,"

"No offense, but then your partners were either unskilled or didn't care. Regardless they had no idea what they were missing out on. Getting you started first not only makes you feel good, but makes my experience even better, imagine how you'll feel on two or three, and when we cum together? Plus delayed gratification is so nice! Getting you to cum first does this," he said suddenly dipping a hand between her thighs. She squeaked at the sudden intrusion and again when she saw his fingers were so damp they were threatening to drip. His eyes glazed slightly at the sight and she watched, the lust growing again as he slowly brought them to his face and inhaled the scent of her. "This," he said throatily, "makes every second worth it," and when his tongue flicked out to taste it she cried out for want of him, fully ready to continue. "Delicious,"

There were no more pleasantries at his point, she made a small chant and used magic to aid in ripping his pants from him. The member that greeted them was not the longest she had seen, but she panicked slightly at its girth. Seeing her hesitate, he reached forward and brushed her nipples, causing her to arch her back. "Disappointed?" he asked gently.

"Intimidated," she breathed, enjoying him squeezing at her breasts.

"Then practice with this," he directed, and brought a hand to her lips and used his thumb to open her mouth slightly. When the confusion played across her face he pushed her lower and whispered, "Kiss it,"

Suddenly understanding she should touch him, she mimicking what he did to her breasts by reaching out and grabbing it. She manipulated it slightly with her fingertips, such as he had done to her skin with the lotion, then ran her thumbs across the tip. She was rewarded with a moan and his precum seeping out to meet her. Intrigued, and remembering how he tasted her juices, she flicked her tongue out and lapped it up. When his hands wove into her hair, forcing themselves into her braid, she knew he enjoyed it as much as she had. She became eager and started licking it from top to bottom before pausing at the tip again to lick up more of her reward.

When she felt him pressing her scalp gently downward she remembered the mention of a kiss, but as she did so he bore her down more and his wide erect penis pressed past her teeth and stretched her lips. It was so erotic she gave a moan and immediately felt him pull at her hair. As she lifted up slightly thinking she went too far it dawned on her what this amazing thing in her mouth was for, and what he wanted her to do. She almost felt ridiculous not realizing it before and so she repented by enthusiastically bobbing up and down, careful not to get him with her teeth. Feeling the size of him, every texture and blood vessel as it rode over her lips and onto her cheeks. Tasting more secretions, she sucked hard, swallowing every drop she could find and he yanked her up and off, panting.

"Your- your turn," he stammered, "your too much of a natural at that," he pushed her back and pulled her hips forward before guiding her knees to fall on either side of him. He lowered his face to her lower lips and she cried out at the first touch. He seemed to know every possible place to touch her to send her over, she did not even understand everything he did but she would not trade any of it. When he had her falling over the edge a second time she felt his finger slide into her velvety channel and he moaned against her, "Your so tight, no wonder you were nervous, but I'll be gentle as long as you need me to be,"

Derrick then slid a second finger into her and slowly pumped them in and out opening and closing his fingers like scissors. This sent jolts of electricity through her. When she relaxed, he added a third and a repeated it again each time she calmed down. When her muscles stopped clamping so desperately to him and adjusted to accommodate without potential pain he withdrew and sucked them off one by one, savoring her specific flavor. Crawling up her body and kissing her nipples on the way by he looked into her eyes and positioned his member against her wet folds. "Ready?" She nodded and he began to press, gently gently, with a slight rocking motion of his guiding hand so he could find and learn the proper angle for specifically her.

When his head made it in, he felt her whole body tense and he waited, Corian remembered her first time how once she pushed past the first pain, it was much more enjoyable, and in a frantic panic she slammed her hips up and against him and the look in his eyes told her that he almost came right then and there from her sudden response.

"Wait," she whispered, holding him close, her body clamping down on his like a clam. Then slowly, inch by inch she began to rock her hips in ever growing motions to slide herself along his shaft. "I'm ready," she whispered, when the pain was gone and she looked into his eyes and saw that he really was waiting for her okay to continue, her heart leap into her throat.

He shifted his weight around, slid an arm under her so he could hold her shoulder and caress the back of her neck at the same time. Pulling her lightly towards him he began the gentle rock of his hips in time to the ebb and sway of the boat they were in. Having a new sensation build within her, Corian vaguely realized that having already had her release there was a completely new feel to this action, and the slickness from their juices made the whole experience more thrilling. In fact the roar that was buzzing between her ears and the pounding between her thighs were crashing together with such force she realized something was about to happen, deciding she wanted it to happen, she willed herself to emotionally let go. Suddenly her whole body tensed and stars danced behind her eyes, she clung on to Derrick for dear life. Wave after wave of this electric current hit her when Derrick suddenly withdrew she cried out and reached for him. His hips came into her again, but she saw the phallus up above her hips and she found herself pulling it into her hands. It was then that Derrick came and she felt the twitching pulse of each shot as it sprayed her. Seeing the ejaculation happen was one of the most exciting things, she found herself pushing him back and drawing it into her mouth again. It gave a hard twitch each draw she took, and slowly became soft as she licked it clean.




Raising Beautiful 03



A.N. Thank you for returning! If you are just joining me and want to start from the beginning of the story, please at least make it to chapter two before you make any final decisions. In a few chapters I will see about learning how to resubmit that first chapter and fix a few of its issues.

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SILVANUS:

"Howdy," came a sleepy mumble from above him. Silvanus was sitting on the floor, back leaning against the wooden frame that kept the cots off the floor. When he looked up Zorah was peeking over the edge at him.

"We need to teach you to meditate," Silvanus informed her. "That is most likely your problem. Corian and I both assumed the other did it,"

"What? Why?" Zorah seemed quite out of it. "Where is Corian?" Zorah glanced around the small room.

"She left a while ago to practice enchanting things. Meditation, let me explain. Actually, first tell me what you understand about these two worlds and how you get back and forth,"

"Humn, well, when I go to sleep my consciousness wakes up in my second body. I think its more dimensional than space because otherwise I would be sleeping for as long as I am wake here and vice versa. Even if time traveled at different rates I would pay for it somewhere. And I was just at home before waking up here, So I just lived an entire day on Earth and its only been a few hours here. However yesterday, I went through whole day here in the six hours of sleep that I got,"

"You seem to understand the concept pretty well," Silvanus mentioned, thought a moment then continued, "I will clarify a few things. When you bounce back and forth from one world to the next, your consciousness, or soul, doesn't get any down time. I am not going to lie, I might only be twenty something years old, six I think. Regardless, I have lived over 50 years, my ages in the different worlds are not the same because I've taken more naps in this world or that one and stayed awake for days strait in yet another. They start to get out of alignment pretty quick,"

"What about paradox? If people visit lots of worlds and one person moves more quickly from one to another than cant they just tell each other the future and change it?" Zorah cut in.

"Ahh, that is a whole debate in and of itself. There are different, how to put it? Regulations? On each world. But we can discuss that when you understand more. Right now, don't worry about it and know that here it rarely happens. So back to what I was saying, dreams are vital to us humans and they allow our brain to process what has happened, what we learned etc. Mediation is a substitute to dreaming. It is rare that you will ever actually dream anymore. When you sleep your body is resting but not your mind,"

"My mind and body didn't really rest before. Before this trip I never slept all night long. My parents were thinking of taking me in for a sleep study,"

"Your body sleeps now I am sure"

"Yes, I am. Why is that?"

"Your mind was too stressed to catalog your day through dreams and kept disrupting the process. Now its forced to be somewhere else so your body is doing its job properly without your minds interference,"

"Thinking about it it has been a lot harder to concentrate in my classes on Earth, and I have been extra grouchy. Wait, your telling me my mind has ADD? I thought it was just the distraction of being here, but now I am thinking its the lack of rest,"

"ADD?"

"Attention deficit disorder"

"I suppose so," Silvanus said slowly, not sure what she was really talking about, "Let's do something to fix everything," Silvanus said, standing up and climbing onto the cots with her. "Find a comfortable position that you wont be likely to fall asleep in,"

Zorah crossed her legs and sat against one of the walls. Silvanus did the same. She laid her arms on her knees, palms up like the traditional meditation stance. Silvanus tucked his arms behind him in the small space between his hips and the wall, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "Won't your arms fall asleep like that?" Zorah asked, looking at him through one eye.

"Never has," Silvanus cleared his throat. "Now take deep breaths and focus on nothing but the sound of your breath. Well, and today my voice. Practice breathing a few times," They did so and when he heard her tempo level out he said, as gently as he could so he did not break her rhythm, "slowly open your eyes and find something to look at. Many people study their hands, at home I like to watch the dust floating in the last few sun rays that float through my window," Zorah's eyes slowly opened and she slip them upward until they met his and locked in place. Her breathing never faltered.

"Your main goal is to stop your thoughts, bring silence to your mind, focus solely on this object before you. When you feel the last of your thoughts drifting away and your mind fuzzing, let it. You can either let your eyes close or keep them open without seeing. Breathing with your stomach and centering all of your energy there should be your next priority. That's it, breathe,"

Silvanus saw the glazed look come over Zorah and her eyelids flutter shut. When they did he suddenly missed looking into her eyes, they were a hazel green with one brown streak. "Breathe in, focusing yourself into a small compact ball, breathe out, feeling your awareness grow and push against your own skin. In, compact, out, skin. In, compact, out and to this room. In, compact, out, room," Silvanus started feeling a tingle graze over him with every breath she took. It was like laying on the shore with waves gently washing over him. He prompted her to expand herself as large as the world and as small as sand. Then he moved her up to her heart, listening to its beating chambers, feeling herself becoming balanced like the tempo. Then they moved up to her mind, prompting her to sort her needs, desires, emotions and memories. Then he slowly drew her out of it having her expand back to fit within herself and open her eyes. When those unique eyes cleared, the gentle buzzing on Silvanus' skin stopped.

"Your a natural," Corian said quietly. Silvanus jumped slightly and saw his sister in the doorway, content smile on her face, a little jar in her hands. Her toes were pressed against the bottom of the door frame, and her back was against the other side. Almost as if she were sitting in the air. "I am just glad I did not disturb your lesson. Zorah, you should do that at every time you switch worlds. Either right before or right after. It is good to work it into the world with the less busy schedule," 

"Thank you," Zorah said, slightly hoarse, "I am already feeling a lot better. I am not sure if I can do it without help yet though,"

"As you practice every day your brain will know what you want and take over. It is like riding a horse, your legs and butt gets very sore the first few times, but if you keep at it it becomes so natural that the even after years you can hop back on and ride like you were on the day before," Silvanus remarked.

Zorah's stomach let out a giant rumble, "Food?"

"Food!" Corian and Silvanus said together. As his sister came fully into the room to put away the jar she had. Silvanus caught the unmistakable scent of sex as she whisked by. Nostrils flaring, he tried to catch her eyes but she was being overly obvious about not looking right at him.

Deciding it was none of his concern, after all he had warned her yesterday about her egg, he just set about ignoring her and the smell. Besides with how long this journey was going to be he was going to have to learn to live without breathing. Rarely anyone was still marginally tolerable by the end of a trip with such poor living conditions and lack of sanitary facilities. After all there was a disgusting pot just outside their door.

~~

ZORAH:

They kept the cots together and slept in a row that night; Silvanus at the edge, Corian in the middle, and Zorah against the damp wall.

There was an odd scratching rustle against the boat wall. It jolted Zorah awake. She listened intently for the strange sound again and was rewarded just before giving up. "Wake up!" She whispered in a panic, pausing when she though she heard two voices say it.

Corian and Silvanus were instantly awake. They both looked around in confusion, not knowing why they were suddenly sitting up. In the dim light Zorah got their attention and pointed at the wall just as the scratching noise came again, further up.

"Someone is scaling the boat!" Silvanus whispered, he lunged out of bed, drawing on his boots and grabbing his staff. "Get your stuff, lets check it out and see if we need to wake anyone else. Corian, I need you to scout it out and let me know,"

She vanished and their door opened. Within minutes Corian's voice came from beside them. Zorah and Silvanus had silently left their room and climbed up to the last bit of shadow leading to the main deck.

"Its not a huge group, I only spotted one Mage. Most of the men have concealment spells on them. I should be able to counter that, here Zorah, I have to wait to the last minute to enchant your staff, it is too high of a level spell for me to safely do without alerting the other Mage. Do you want me to inform the Captain?"

"Yes, sneak in there and let him know. Any other hands would be appreciated, They are just after the cargo, but they will still try and kill you if they attack you. Zorah, your barely trained, if you don't want to do this that is fine-"

"Are you kidding, this is the most exciting thing I have ever done. If I don't go out there soon I might lose my gumption, though, so let's hurry. Besides, when Corian enchants my staff, I will be fine, I hold my own quite well against you after all," Zorah cut in in a rushed hushed voice.

"I don't want to worry you, but even though I am good, I do go a little easy on you, and I have no idea their skill levels. Your best bet is to dump them overboard, It is quite difficult for a beginner to knock someone out and you wont have time for the required effort with multiple attackers," Silvanus held up an arm as one of the men came near. When it sounded like he stopped moving just outside where they were. Silvanus drew in close to Zorah's ear, his breath making her shiver, "Wait Corian 'ignal. Run to. Enchant 'aff," Silvanus said in a voice so deadly quiet Zorah was almost sure she heard it in her mind not her ear. She was also a little proud that she knew he purposefully dropped the S'es because they are the loudest whisper sound.

A lamp was lit, orange glow spilling over the main deck. Before Zorah had time to realize that a shout accompanied it and a crack of a bell sounded, Silvanus had darted, lightning fast out from around her. The silhouette of him in the doorway, accompanied by the crack of wood against skull terrified Zorah for a moment. When her breath returned, accompanied by the slump of the victims body, she scurried after him, peering through the bright light for Corian.

Zorah heard her chanting before she saw her, She was right outside the captains door, arms raised, wind billowing around her. Zorah took off at a sprint for her, cursing when her knee almost gave out at the sudden turn and slip of her shoe. Her knees never were the greatest. But she grit her teeth and made the mad dash.

Just before she got there, a body imposed itself before her. "NO!" She screamed, her voice scattering across the deck, reverberating off everything round her, sounding odd. Seeing the man before her pause, she took advantage of the moist ground and ropes near her. Stepping on the ropes for traction, she threw herself under his upraised arm and slid to Corian's feet like a baseball player sliding home.

Corian was hesitating, probably with the same confusion as the man at Zorah's outburst, resumed motion. The sounds on the deck caught up to Zorah as she stood, holding out her staff for Corian, Somehow holding a note throughout, potentially with her outstretched hand, Corian quickly ran through the incantation and resumed her previous spell. Once Zorah felt the rush of air, she turned and rapped the oncoming man on the head. Unfortunately, this only stunned him and he still tackled the two of them.

A yell came from across the ship and suddenly more people were coming at them. Corian hiked Zorah up from the main deck to the quarter deck.

"Run!" Corian shouts, but Zorah figures they are coming for Corian to stop the Mage, so she drops her staff, turns and catches Corian's hands. With the strength that women have only in extreme circumstances like giving birth for 48 hours or when their children are trapped under a car, Zorah lifted Corian out form the mans grasp and onto the deck with her as if the railing were no obstacle, however, her shoulders did scream a decent protest. Corian grabbed the staff and handed it back to Zorah. They ran to the stern of the skip and Zorah placed herself between Corian and the oncoming men.

Signaling that Corian should continue, Zorah shifted into her ready stance. Immediately she swung at the nearest attacker and was shocked at his feeble effort to dodge the attack, but did not succeed. Either she caught him off guard, or Silvanus was better. She did not have time to ponder the fact that he should not be off guard in a battle so she swung again to get him to side step to the left. Twisting her staff under his leg Zorah used he knee as leverage turned him end over end into the sea below. Being at the highest part of the ship, that had to hurt.

The second one was getting too close to Corian for Zorah's comfort and she lunged at him like a football player, sending him spewing over the raining. It was that same railing that Zorah was clinging to for dear life, staff tucked oddly to free her hands. She had charged too hard. Zorah started to panic as she felt a large hand yank on her pants, but the familiar pat of Silvanus' hand on her shoulder when she was stable again told her who it was. She had not thought twice about it previously, but he did that every time he brought her back to standing. When she turned, drawing her staff once again to the ready, she whispered, "Let's take them out," and sprung into action again with Silvanus by her side and Corian helping from behind.

Silvanus took the lead, and gripped Zorah's staff, pulling both of her hands to one end with his. As he did so, he led her in the motions to jab the next guy in the gut, catching his belt and use his own momentum to swing it in such a way that they 'scooped' the man up and flung him over the edge to follow his companion. The two smirked when there was a yell, deep splashing sound, and a nasty gurgle. "Fight well little girl," Silvanus said as they separated slightly to better fight the growing mob.

"I thought you said there was not many!" Silvanus hollered at his sister a few splashes later.

"There wasn't!" She cried in between chants.

Silvanus got two more over the edge and Zorah got one, when the enemy started to catch on. There was a large, brutish man, who came between Zorah and Silvanus next. Silvanus was preoccupied, which left this man to Zorah; she was not pleased. getting a few good hits in, but also got one dizzying one in return, Zorah needed a new angle. Looking around between exchanged blows, she saw an opening, yelled, "SILV!" As she thrust one end of her staff at him. Not paying much attention, Silvanus grabbed it as his usual reflex whenever she had tried that during training. Zorah shifted her grip and started to shove it towards the large man, After a quarter glance of confusion, Silvanus shifted his grip and joined in her effort. They succeeded in tripping him, the edge of the quarter deck was behind him so he couldn't back up, and when he tried to step over and grab at them he took a nasty fall. Due to his placement, his chin cam down on the edge of the wood that supported the mast. A sickening crunch sounded, his neck, and jaw quite broken. "Nice," Silvanus shouted as he refocused his efforts on getting his fifth man over the edge with growing difficulty. Out of the corner of her eye it did seem that he was causing a lot more pain with each of his hits than she could hope to do. In fact at one point Zorah swore she saw him grab a mans arm and he started flailing like he was burned.

In her distraction, Zorah knew she got in a predicament, the tree of them were being separated. There was now room for two men to approach Zorah at once. After temporarily removing one man from the fight, Zorah ducked under the arm of another and came to face one excessively large man, who more closely resembled an ogre. Choking down panic, Zorah fought on.

She ended up practically under then Ogre-man and her staff was tucked in close. Hanging on by her teeth to her welling panic, Zorah boosted the staff upward. There was a sickening pop, that sounded nothing like the crunch of broken bones from before, and as that filtered into Zorah's foggy mind a dark salty liquid ran down her face. The familiar smell of iron sent her skin crawling. She stifled a scream as she clamped her mouth shut, nostrils flaring dangerously as she tried to breathe.

The Ogre-man's weight started to shift and slid down towards her. But her staff was stuck, pressing her officially into full panic mode, Zorah started flailing her staff around trying to get it free. The two of them tumbled to the ground. The new crushing weight on her leg, and sharp pain in her back caused a shrill scream to escape her lips.

The weight moved and Zorah tried to scramble away, her staff lost. Clutching around for something to defend herself Zorah found another staff, it was very top heavy and had a strange handle. When the next man advanced on her she shifted her grip and screamed again, fire shooting through her hand. Eyes wide she searched for Silvanus. She was screaming again and she was heaved up and tossed somewhere, A tight pressure spreading across her arm. Suddenly there was a face laying practically in her lap, its body missing, there was a loud noise that was piercing the area and Zorah wished it would stop. Her breath was gone and darkness was overtaking most of her vision. She barley saw the glint of metal before it sliced her shoulder.

Zorah did not want to be awake, she did not want to hurt, but there was only a slight gurgling sound when she tried to say this. She could barley do much more than focus on her raspy breath. A face floated in front of her, and then everything was dark.

~~

ALAM:

Waking with a start, he felt himself being pulled into a vision. Preferring to sleep he started to fight it, but saw the image of Zorah sitting alert in her bed he decided against it and let it happen.

By the time Alam fully sunk into the vision the three of them were frantically getting shoes on and Corian winked out of sight. Zorah and Silvanus were edging towards the deck. Alam was growing nervous as they readied their staffs. When they emerged onto the deck, Alam got the full picture and took in a sharp breath.

Alam saw the first man fall, Zorah run for Corian, stumbling on the way. He tried to warn her when one of the men spotted her, but of course she could not hear him. Zorah yelled something and the entire boat stood still. Both Mages were halted in their enchantments, Silvanus and all the other men drew still.

That was why he woke! Why he was pulled into the vision, Zorah was using her power!

Everyone resumed motion when Zorah slammed into Corian who enchanted her staff. When they were tackled and Corian's spell interrupted, the other Mage thought Corian was responsible and pointed at them yelling something. A smaller boat down below sent off a flare. The men on-board converged on the two of them. There were many people coming up from the cabin below, and the Captain and their guard were trying their best to dislodge the ropes from the railings. But they were adhered mostly by magical means and Corian was busy on the quarter deck with Zorah. Silvanus, fighting through the growing mob to get to them as well.




Raising Beautiful 03



Alam did notice that Zorah's staff lost its enchantment after Corian handed it back to her and swore! This was not looking good. Alam could only wince when she prepared herself for the onslaught.

Thankfully she decided to send her opponent over the edge rather than beat him. Also, thankfully he was much less skilled than her trainer and went over easy, It was clear the relief and pride in her face as she returned to battle. Alam was sure she did not realize the spell was gone. Tackling the next one, Zorah about went over the edge before Silvanus managed to get to her and hike her back on board. Many of the people he had stunned on his way over were catching back up to them and they began to fight again. Meanwhile, the flare that the one boat sent out had attracted friends and the men were starting to spill over the edges of the ship.

Zorah cast another spell, Alam missed the words to because he was stressing over the extra men. But her staff was re-enchanted and it seemed like the group of them were fortified. It is always so hard to judge spell effects in visions. Alam Panicked again when he realized that if he knew what specific spells were being cast than this was not the future, this was currently happening.

The string of swear words that spewed from his lips startled himself almost out of the vision.

Working together Zorah and Silvanus were keeping the men at bay, for a time. Zorah came up against her match, enhanced as she was. The man was huge with hairy hands and grinned down at her, about to swing his scythe, she ducked under his arm and thrust her staff into his head. By shear luck, the diameter of her staff was smaller than the inside of the massive mans lower jaw. Her magic buffeted his chin along with the staff, and together they pierced through his soft flesh into his mouth and blood came spurting out. Her eyes spread so wide they threatened to pop out as she wrenched at her staff in a desperate attempt to get away. The second man who was attacking her, even paused at the sight. When they both went down the man resumed attacking and sliced into her back with his mace. The weapons were getting deadlier as the new waves of men boarded the ship. Her already wild expression became that of a terrified animal and Alam cried out again as he saw her silent scream.

Silvanus, had come as soon as he was able and yanked the man off her after jabbing her attacker in the solar plexus. Zorah scrambled away and picked up the first thing she found. A scythe.

There was nothing Alam, nor Silvanus could do as she hefted it, slicing her hand open on its blade. The handle had been much shorter than she expected and the confusion managed to eek out on her furled brow before she dissolved into another scream. Silvanus, who had seen this coming, was already ripping a piece of cloth. Shoving it in her hand, he hefted her up and away, tossing her as close to Corian as he could manage. Seeing that the fight was beginning to die down, though, the main deck was on fire, he took the time to tie a tourniquet on her arm after dispatching two more men.

Unfortunately Corian and Alam could not warn him of the rogue behind him until he was too close. Yanking the scythe still in Zorah's weary grip he lopped off the mans head. Silvanus actually shook his head when her screaming resumed, eyes fixed on the head at her feet. He kicked it away, and missed seeing the other attacker who was already lifting his sword in attack.

The Swordsman sliced through Zorah's shoulder before dieing himself from a nasty gash leading from his shoulder to his alternate hip. He spasmed on the deck for too long.

Silvanus said something, most likely a curse, as he saw he was too late.

Corian, finally overcoming the other Mage, dove next to Zorah's side and managed, in her desperate state, to break through and cast a spell on Zorah, inducing a coma so she could be healed.

The fight seemed practically over at this point. Alam fought to stay in the scene as Zorah fell into the Coma. When he was forced out he saw his assistants kneeling on the floor waiting for a report. Unfortunately for them, they did not get one. Alam hand dove for his deck of cards and was sorting through them, finding the village they should have been closest to, as that they were to dock to pick up more supplies in only a few hours. Alam felt an assistant toss his cloak over his shoulder as he found the card he wanted, he glanced back at them when he flicked his finger across the card and was gone.

Alam appeared in the fishing village just a few miles from the main port, he saw the flames from the boat out at sea. Flinging on his cloak, he raised the alarm and ran for help. Thanking the Heavens for his perfect placement.

Soon he was on a small boat, rowing out with a fleet of other small fishing boats to help the blazing ship. He warned the villagers about the enemy being in the water around the ship. Each fishing boat was armed before setting out. There were a few mini squabbles that broke out, but most of the men who had attacked had either fled or tried to get back on the larger vessel and was taken out by other crew members.

Once aboard the men helped by tying up wounds, putting out fires and wrapping up bodies. Alam ran to where Zorah had been to find Corian chanting away above her, and Silvanus was practically beside himself, pacing as he watched.

Seeing Alam approach, Silvanus hurried over to talk without disturbing Corian.

"Shes put her in a healing sleep, we can barley keep her under because Zorah is usually unaffected by Corian's magic. I think the only reason she is staying under is because any time she starts to rouse shes is in so much pain her natural defenses are lowered and Corian can slip in. I was able to stop her bleeding, but that's all I can safely do with wounds this bad," Alam shot Silvanus a quizzical look, but Silvanus was not looking in his direction to see it. "I know it is out of your usual field of magic, but do you think you can try?"

"I have been trained in the basics of most magic classes," Alam said as he walked over and tapped Corian on the shoulder. She stopped chanting, and immediately Zorah started to stir.

Closing his eyes and drawing his hands into a complicated shape, he blew through an opening. A piercing whistle formed and Zorah immediately relaxed and properly fell into the Healing Sleep. Alam then lowered his hood to revel his face and began assessing Zorah's damaged body. Wishing was capable of more magic.

It wasn't long before the boat began to move in the right direction again, fire quenched. Corian and Alam had tended to the injured as much as they could, informing them that they should seek proper attention when they docked.

When they returned to check on Zorah, just as the sun was cresting the horizon, Corian swooned, Alam caught her. She made a squinty face, said a raspy "thanks," before passing out from exhaustion.

Setting her down, Alam thought how all in all the men who had attacked were not all that skilled, it was as if they were there to collect something rather than to fight. But there were too many of them to just want the cargo, but this would have to be discussed later.

Alam assisted in transporting her to a room at a tavern and contacting a true healer.

~~

Back on Earth, Alam dropped by Zorah's house as soon as he woke up that morning. He knew very well that she would be asleep when he got there, and hoped for it.

When her mother answered the door, before Alam could say a word she said, "Yes she is still sleeping, but you can wake her,"

This was, after all, a normal occurrence for a Sunday Morning. Nodding his thanks, he proceeded down the hall to her room, knocking lightly before letting himself in. She was lying prone, her face to the edge of the bed. Kneeling down by her bed, face not too far form her own he whispered her name.

"Zorah, dearest wanna-be-sister of mine, it really is time to get up!" It was the same line he always used.

She groans and opens one eye, slowly. Then gasps and tries to sit up quickly. Alam tries to warn her, but his words do not reach her ears until the act of sitting brings a major migraine that spreads from the crown of her head to mid back. Because she was close to the edge of the bed she started to fall until Alam gently applied pressure on her non-damaged shoulder to keep her balanced. "Thank you," she said weakly.

"I had the weirdest dream last night," Zorah said, rubbing her other shoulder. "No, it was more like a hallucination in a dream. I was dreaming I was in a fight, and I was doing well. Then something happened and I started to lose. Then afterward, as I was going to sleep after the battle, it was like I hallucinated that you were there, being my guardian!"

Alam just blinks once, not knowing what to say. How could she have seen him? Finally he asks, "Whatever are older brothers for then?" a hint of sarcasm in his voice, trying to dispels the sour mood.

"You're younger, so I have no idea what they are for. But I do know that you are more than my adopted brother!" Alam just watches her with a comical expression, not understanding what she meant, before replying.

"Your only older by a few weeks, we both know I am the more mature one, and that's what counts!"

Somehow, with damaged shoulder, she threw a pillow at him. "I'm being serious here, and you won't let me!" Alam rearranges his face to make it as blank as possible. "You are a dear friend that helps me wherever I go, even when I am imagining it. Thank you,"

Shaking his head, Alam just continues smiling, glad she survived.

~~

ZORAH:

Silvanus took the liberty of going against her wishes by carrying her down the stairs to the dining area, feeling she needed some fresh air. There were no windows in their room at the inn, and the bedding needed to be changed. She did not fight too much because if she moved more then a little, her chest and back would feel like the skin was melting off and rats were eating the muscles. She screamed to take the place of moving:

"Put me down! Right now! I can walk! I do not need any help!" After a few more sentences like this, and Silvanus making a snide comment, Zorah's voice got an odd unnatural reverberation in it. "Silvanus. Put. Me. Down. Now!" Then, without thinking, Silvanus did so. Pain decided to crawl, no, run up Zorah's legs like small children in cleats chasing after an ice-cream truck with free ice cream for whosoever can catch it first. Zorah stifled a scream as Silvanus caught her when she started to crumple. "Why did you do that!?" The words ripped from Zorah's throat with a sound that resembled a shrill cry and a bone-chilling gasp.

"I - don't know," He said, as he gently readjusted her in his arms. "It was like my body worked without permission from my brain, I think you did something, your voice was weird just now,"

"It - was?" Silvanus nodded. He kept his eyes straight ahead, not looking at her. "I - do not - feel - so good," Zorah said, and then proceeded to practically pass out in Silvanus' arms. The pain had taken away the rest of Zorah's energy. She was having a difficult time staying conscious, even with the wafting smell of fresh baked bread coming in from the kitchen.

Silvanus, shifted her weight and carried her the rest of the way, mumbling about wishing that happened sooner than a mere ten feet from their destination.

At some point during the meal a woman approached and slid in next to Silvanus. Zorah vaguely realized that the two of them new each other and most likely she was one of his bed mates. Trying not to look too battered, Zorah contentedly chewed on her bread wondering if she would have to find her own way up to the room or if Silvanus would take her there before running off. After taking a few more bites and attempting to drink something to wash down the dry bread Zorah realized how much pain she was in.

Zorah could barely focus on the words they were saying, "I want a Vicodin," she suddenly announced.

Silvanus said something, most likely an "excuse me?" and Zorah just sighed, laying her head on the table. The pain in her shoulder eased as Silvanus placed his hand there, she moaned happily. "What did you say?"

"I want the pain to go away, and sleep to come again," Zorah elaborated, barely lifting her head. She squeaked when she was swooped up in his arms again, but this time did not protest. She just laid her head on his hard chest and felt the rumble as he told his visitor that he would be back down in a minute. Zorah felt sad that he was going to leave once they got to the room. In her tired state, she realized that there was no pain when in Silvanus' arms. She didn't want to leave them.

~~

SILVANUS:

He couldn't help but be relieved when Zorah did not put up a fight after lunch. In fact she was deeply sleeping before they mounted the stairs. After changing the bedding and getting Zorah situated, he head back down to meet Liz. He had hoped she would still be working here when they picked the location for Zorah to recover. She was a sweet girl and not as jealous as most. She did not seem upset at seeing him with Zorah and only asked what happened after making some pleasant small talk. When he mentioned the boat she had gasped and told him that she heard. It was around then that Zorah had spoken up.

As he reentered the Tavern, Liz was still there waiting for him, twirling her hair in her fingers. That was what had originally drawn him to her a year ago. When she looked up and saw him there, a small smile played across her face as she drew the free lock of her hair across her lips in a distracted sensual way. One side of his mouth turned up and he traced his thumb over his fingers, longing to touch.

"Shall we?" he asked, offering his hand after tossing some coins on the table. Excitement lit her eyes as she took his hand and lead him to her room.

"Its been so long!" She breathed, presenting Silvanus the back of her head once the door shut behind them. Silvanus' hands came up to her hairpiece that was hiding away most of her hair and he pulled the pin out, letting it cascade down around her shoulders. Taking a handful he deeply inhaled. She was one of the women he truly enjoyed, for she anticipated his needs and did her best to not just take.

"Liz," Silvanus murmured, caressing her neck through the chocolate hair, "You have a new smell, what is it? Oranges?"

"Mm, yes," She said, scooting back against him. Rolling her hips gently. "I take the leftover peels from the kitchen and add the oils to my bath,"

Sliding his hands over her shoulders, down her sides, he pressed his fingers into her hips and rolled his up to meet her, his face buried in her hair. "I like it,"

"Play with it all you like, its only fair," She sighed, pressing harder against him. Silvanus took a few more deep breaths, and hip grinds before he turned her around to face him. Keeping up the sway of her hips she looked into his eyes. Silvanus slid on hand under her shirt seeking the heat at the small of her back. He pressed her close and his lips sought out the softness of hers. Twining fingers at the base of her skull he suddenly pulled down on her hair to pull her lips off his and expose her delicate neck. He stirred up his magic, drawing from the soft sway of her hips, drew the warmth up and deposited it as kisses along her neck. A deep moan escaped her, "I've missed your touch, none of my other lovers have the same gentle fierceness that you do. You sure I can't keep you?" She was purring by the end of her question.

"I am to be shared, or not at all," Silvanus replied. How true that was, he had mastered his magic enough that he literally was taking his passion, and instead of sending it out the way most men did, through spilling seed, he released himself through the magic and doubled the pleasure of the woman. He felt no less satisfied as when his seed spilled, in fact, better because there was no waste. He did not want children, and women could cum time and time again without any waste. why not enjoy it through them? After all they drop their eggs regardless of sexual conduct. It was his responsibility to keep his under control.

"Whats got you so distracted?" Liz asked mildly, pulling back. His face had buried itself in her chest as he daydreamed.

Wondering where his head went, Zorah fluttered into his thoughts, it must have been her comment a few days ago about children that drew his mind this direction. "Something someone said to me was just working its self out, your helping me relax with this pleasant scent of yours," He nestled his face deeper into her bosoms and inhaled deeply. "You have three of my favorite things, beautiful hair, sweet smells and firm resolve,"

Silvanus felt the flush in her chest before he saw it. Her voice was shaky, "I am not so sure about that last one, I had firmly resolved to get you into bed with me and here we are, still dressed leaning against the door,"

"Well," he started, lifting his head slowly, trailing his nose up along her neck until it reached her chin and he pulled back so he could look in her eyes, "I better help you with that so I won't be proven wrong," The sparkle in her eyes almost did him in. Yes, she was definitely one of his favorites.

His hands had trailed to her still rocking hips and he grabbed one cheek in each hand and heaved her up, her thighs clamping onto his sides. He was slightly ashamed for letting his mind wander from Liz, he normally only daydreams when with his less fulfilling choices. But he was going to fix that by giving her his all. Walking across the room, still carrying her he crawled onto the bed and managed to get them under the blankets. Oh even her bed smelled like her!

Pulling his own shirt up over his head he watched as her eyes took in his flexing muscles. Her fingers traced one of his only remaining bruises from the battle on the ship. As her fingers left his ribs they were replaced by her lips, and it made perfect sense why mothers and women could kiss away boo-boos in that instant. The gentle love she had soothed him. He was a fast healer, most likely because of his own magic, but that had been a nasty blow. He was sure one of his ribs cracked. Though it was better than what Zorah suffered. Shaking his head, determined not to let his mind wander again he pulled at her hair to get her where he wanted her. Sliding his hands down he cupped her breasts through the cloth. Perfect fit.

She arched into him and he found her shirt rising up then pulling out from under his hands as Liz drew off the garment. The excitement at the sight was channeled back down through his hands to re-enter her. The gasp Silvanus was rewarded with drew his face down to hers to swallow it up. Her tongue tasted of honey and oatmeal as he explored the softness there. His powers were constantly channeling now that she was thoroughly distracted by pleasure and grinding her hips seductively against his firm member.

They wormed their way out of the remaining clothes while still under the blankets. Rolling down her, Silvanus left a trail of burning kisses along her abdomen before cradling her hips firmly in his hands kissing along the tender flesh where her thighs join the trapped hips. Her breathing was raspy and when he let her legs fall open, the sudden rush of cool air sent her over and Silvanus could feel the pleasure rolling off her. He eased his power back a notch and allowed her to resurface.

Trailing her fingers down his arms, Liz caused a tingling jolt in his chest. Silvanus could wait no longer and shot his tongue out to taste her juices. Her hips rose to meet his tongue and the thinner juices from her Orgasm were suddenly available. Eagerly drinking them up, Silvanus traced patterns on her firm bottom to even out his passion.

Pulling back slightly, Silvanus started the slow methodical licks that would build her up again. She was easy to get of on the onset, but the more difficult cliff still stood before them. Slowly, slowly, he traced her outer lips before arriving at her hidden nub. It was small like her nipples, and just as sensitive. Idly he reached one hand up to compare their sizes. Rolling a nipple between his fingers as his tongue flicked lazily over and around, he decided that they were very similar.




Raising Beautiful 03



Her fingers were racking at his arms now and Silvanus knew that meant she was ready for more pressure. He willingly obliged. Occasionally dipping lower Silvanus lapped at her tender spot. When her hips started to rock again and her breath grew irregular he slid two fingers slowly and purposefully into her slit. She was clamping down on him the whole trip in. He let his fingers explore her inner curves as he stiffened his tongue and let her grind herself on it.

Small moans started escaping her lips. Silvanus quickly resumed flicking her little nub fervently and hooked his fingers forward to press on the inner top section of her pelvic bone. He began to massage the hidden glands there with his fingers. The shuddering twitch of her body started first, and then the sudden release of more juices as her orgasm commenced. Silvanus kept up with his fingers until her walls were spasming around him. She was practically forcing his fingers back out again.

He withdrew as he felt her heaving at his arms, pulling him up for a deep kiss that stole away the juices he had won. He bit her upper lip lightly and she moaned again. While he lightly licked the underside of her lip, Silvanus slid his hands into her hair and rocked against her at the height of his passion.

Suddenly there was a firm but soft heat that encircled as she reached down and caught him. Silvanus couldn't see for a moment as his whole world became the hair on his fingers and the heat on his member and the overwhelming smell of sexed oranges. Liz moaned in delight as Silvanus subconsciously fed the sensations right back to her, the shock that traveled up her arm nestled its way into her lips, breasts and crotch and she bucked against him; having his orgasm in his stead. Still kissing, he slowly lifted off her, brushing his lips on hers as she slipped into sleep, smiling happily at him before her eyelids fluttered shut.

That wasn't the ending he intended but satisfying nonetheless. She usually liked to end on a rougher note. He hovered above her watching her smile as he grew soft in her sleeping hand. Carefully extracting himself he pulled the covers back, used a spare rag to wipe them both up. He hated the smell if any precum got trapped and left behind.

Getting dressed, Silvanus watched her every breath that accompanied her content smile, and he was happy. Pulling her blankets up he tended to her hair teasing out a few tangles he had caused and left it laying like a dark halo around her head. They always looked like angels sleeping like that.

In Silvanus' opinion, every woman deserved to have that look. Why else would he bother?

Silvanus kissed her chastely on the forehead before slipping out to check on Zorah and see if his sister was back.

~~

CORIAN:

She had no idea if he would be here. She also did not know if he was injured. Even if he was fine, would he want to see her? She had been watching the work progress on the ship all morning, perched on a post that a nearby ship was anchored to. It was surprisingly comfortable and gave her a nice vantage point to watch without getting in the way.

She gave a long sigh and absentmindedly began playing with the beads she kept in a small braid behind her ear. It looked like they were close to having all of the damaged wood removed.

"They work quickly don't they?" Derricks voice came from below her. Dropping the beads and peering over the edge of the post she saw him leaning against it, staring off in the direction of the partially dismantled ship, arms crossed over his chest. Corian's heart was thudding loudly, he was acting so comfortable down there, like they did this every day. Like they planned to meet here. It jumped again when he turned his head up to look at her, smile on his face.

Corian was not sure what to say, or what to think. He looked so sexy from this angle. She found herself wanting more of him. She shook her head and looked back at the ship. Is this why most men wanted sex? When you actually climax it becomes much more interesting. After a few minutes she looked down again to see Derrick still watching her, his face was now more neutral. Corian looked around and wondered why he didn't say anything else. When she looked once more, he was watching the ship again, she did the same.

There was a small sigh, marginally more than a loud breath as Derrick pushed himself upright and began to walk off, arms still crossed. "Where are you going?" Corian called.

He responded as he came to a stop without turning, "Back to the ship,"

"You were helping with the construction?" Corian asked, still confused.

"No, I was setting up the contract for new wood, now I need to go back and make sure everything is still in order there," he started to walk again.

"Wait," Corian called.

"I have to go do my job," Derrick continued walking.

"Derrick?" Corian tried again, knowing she did not want him to leave. He paused but did not respond. "I-"

"I don't want to bother you," he cut in, still not turning.

"Your not," Corian said, taken aback.

"You didn't look very happy to see me," Derrick responded levelly.

"I was!" Corian cried out, "I am just confused!" When he turned slowly, arms still crossed, the sight turned her in a knot and all of the stress over the last few weeks hit her like a punch to the gut. That punch sent everything toppling out of her. "I just became a Copper Mage, I don't know what to do with myself, I've already found a Master, which I was excited about, but shes brand new and about got herself killed last night and I tried everything I could to save her, my brother is confusing the daylights out of me..." Corian's voice was a clear indicator of her turmoil.

"Shh, shh, Corian, calm down, I'm here," Derrick called, running back to the bottom of the pole, trying to find out how she had gotten up in the first place.

Corian didn't hesitate in her outpouring, "...you gave me the best sex of my life and I don't even know anything about you, people died last night, I could not get that spell to work on your weapon, something had to happen to Zorah's too or she wouldn't have almost died..." the connections in her rant were beginning to be understandable to only her.

"Corian! Relax, its fine, I didn't know! Stay!" He was doing his best to reach her, but he suddenly turned and sprinted off. Corian didn't bother watching where he went, she just kept letting everything out now that the dam was open.

"...it seems like everyone has secrets, I didn't know mom needed me, I would have stayed if someone told me she needed me, I want to know why those men were there, that Mage didn't have that much power, it should have been easy to overtake him but everyone kept falling down, why is everyone staring at me, I know my magic doesn't work on her but I couldn't do anything more to save her, I didn't know blood was so red!" When the torrent finally subsided there was Derrick, frantic look on his face, arms open ready to receive her. Melting into them, her face nuzzled into the warmth of his neck. Lips seeking out the soft skin. It was a long time before the shaking stopped. Pulling back and scrubbing at her face Corian saw the slightly precarious footing that Derrick had. "Where'd you go?" she croaked, not quite wording her question right.

"First, how did you get up here originally?" He asked kissing her forehead.

"There was a horse tied to the dock," Corian said, leaning back. "I was going to swing down on, well, that rope there," Derrick was standing on a huge rope that was looped around the post. It was twice the thickness of his waist.

"I couldn't get on top of this when you started panicking, so I climbed down from up there," he pointed to the ship that was floating next to them.

"How'd you get down the rope that fast?"

"Well, it is low tide so its not as steep as it looks, plus gravity helped, I just had to work on balancing, I mostly slid down. I have been the head of maintenance on that burnt out ship for the last three years, I'd hope I can get to some awkward places without ki- I mean hurting myself,"

"Are they are still staring at me?"

"Who?" Derrick asks, looking around, "ahh, them. Yes, yes they are. We can just quietly talk a while, they will get bored and leave soon,"

"Okay," Corian said talking in a quivering breath. "Once we are down, you can go. I'll be alright,"

"Now why would I do that? I am sorry I was walking off before, but when I showed up the emotions that crossed your face lead me to believe that you wanted me to go. I was actually out looking for you once I made the order for some new wood,"

"You were?"

"I just said that didn't I? Why where you watching the ship?"

"Honestly?"

"I would hope you weren't already in the habit of lying to me," the face he made caused a small giggle to sneak out.

"I was looking for this guy I barely know that made me feel really good before all this really bad happened. Also, I was hoping, maybe, possibly, he liked me enough to do it again, and maaybe stick around a little longer. All the while I was fighting with myself because of this one detail about this guy I barley know that worries me,"

"Whats that?" Derrick asked carefully.

Corian leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "I barley know him," He belted out laughing as she slowly brought her head back, lips pressed firmly in a strait line, head nodding slowly.

"Well, I happen to know this guy quite well, why don't you ask me a few questions?" He said through his chuckles.

"Well, I already know he has a really awesome mother, but-" Corian was interrupted by a snort. "What?"

"How awesome my Mother is is purely subjective,"

Corian's brow furrowed, "You seemed proud of her earlier, but why don't we debate that over lunch, I am starving and very tired of sitting here,"

"Great plan,"

~~

SILVANUS:

Zorah was finally waking up. She was also apparently feeling better as she got herself sitting on her own. Her bleary eyes searched the room before they rested on Silvanus, "I didn't go home,"

"Earth?" She nodded slowly, then began stretching. "You can't get that far apart from the individual that brought you here or people you are around very often in both worlds. I am not even remotely sure how they managed it, but there is some sort of regulator on our world that keeps a very even tempo to the visitors. I have heard that going form some of the other ones to each other are different, but they have their own connections. There is even one world that you can't go to unless you permanently swop bodies with someone else. Its to keep paradox from happening or something, but its never really made much sense, and I haven't tried to make it,"

"Why not just have it be once a day? I don't know, like at midnight or something?"

"Yeah, a third of our population just dropping at midnight with no warning, that's safe. It would make sense that it is only when you sleep for the night, but what about the people who stay awake for more than a day? It all regulates itself, like it can see the future and adjust accordingly. Maybe its the same thing that allows visions of the future to be seen, I really don't know. Ask me something else,"

"Why aren't you with that girl?"

"Who, Liz? I was, now I'm not,"

"She was cute, you should settle down!" Zorah said as enthusiastically as she could manage. "A lot better than that old lady I saw you walking off with when you dumped me at that clothing store with whats-his-name, Rob?"

"Yeah, her, well that's a long story, but what were you doing there with my sister anyway?"

"Tying little knots in the fringe on a tapestry so it wouldn't unravel. Oh you mean why was she there?" Zorah asked when she caught his glance. "Corian was there trying to steal something but I could tell she was there even though she was invisible or something. She had to steal something in a box. Actually Rob gave me that box, said that I couldn't open it until I was done training. Its got some magic seal, I've already tried peeking. You think that was why the men were at the boat; to get my box?" 

Silvanus was quiet for some time before shrugging. "So," Zorah prompted again, "That girl, Liz,"

"I'm not settling down, what are you trying to do, mother me?"

"No, did you? You know," Zorah waggled her eyebrows at him and his whole attitude changed. She wanted to play this way, did she? Alright.

Silvanus let the smirk spread across his face as he slowly leaned forward. Placing his hands on the end of the bed and slowly climbing on. Silvanus watched the confusion then the panic spread across Zorah's face as he began slinking towards her with smirk turned vicious. He seductively asked, "You jealous?"

"Oh, goodness," Zorah squeaked leaning back.

"Well?" His most velvety voice asked as he prowled up the length of the bed, knee coming up between her thighs she just swallowed hard and backed herself against the wall, wincing as her shoulder hit it. "Humn?" he purred, coming closer. He has one knee inside her legs, and a hand on either side of her hips, face level with hers, lips inches apart. He slowly lifted his face causing her to subconsciously arch hers to follow, before he whispered, "Zorah?"

"Only women should look sexy doing that," came Zorah's half strangled reply, eyes wide, chest heaving.

Silvanus could only hold the pose for a few more seconds before dissolving in laughter. Trying not to collapse against Zorah and hurt her further, Silvanus caught himself and sat back. "You are a treasure, aren't you,"

Zorah pressed a hand against her chest to slow her breath, "When I get better I am going to whip your butt for that. I just asked you a simple question,"

"Oh? What was that? It sounded more like an embarrassed jumble of words from a jealous woman,"

"Did you or did you not sow your wild oats?"

"Mmmm, she tasted like oats and honey," Silvanus quipped.

"What are you two doing?" Corian's voice cut off Zorah's reply. Silvanus took pleasure in watching the flush that had been slowly fading come rushing back. That is until her eyes glanced down at Silvanus' knee, still between her legs, and her face drained of all color.

"We- I- he-" Zorah tried.

Silvanus finally graced his sister with a glance once he had his fill of Zorah. "She had some personal questions. Who is your friend?"

"This is Derrick. Derrick, this is my brother Silvanus. Silvanus, Derrick. He is helping me get this, um,"

"I'm helping her set up a plan for enchanting the weapons and distributing them, we kind of met on the ship before-"

"Oh, your that one," Silvanus said, tone clearly implying that he knew the mischief his sister had gotten into. "Just have her back by sun up day after tomorrow, we are heading out then and she has some responsibilities for the next week or so," Corian's face was bright red when Derrick expressed his thanks with a tilt of his head and took Corian by the hand and crook of her arm to lead her out.

When Silvanus turned back to Zorah she was studying the side wall closely. "He seemed nice enough," Zorah finally said when Silvanus kept still.

"Wishing it was your turn?" Silvanus tapped the inside of her left thigh with his knee.

"Ew, no. Please! As if I need someone with twenty kids running around making moves on me! Shew, shew Kitty, shew," Zorah said, pressing the backs of her hands, as firmly as she could manage, to his chest.

"I don't have twenty kids," Silvanus said, getting up.

"That's right, its now twenty one, with a nephew on the way,"

"Who said they are having a boy?" Silvanus faked affront. Catching the flying pillow, he chuckled. "If your feeling well enough to throw things you should be able to get your butt downstairs later,"

"I might have to get back up again if Liz comes back and steals you away, you look like you have some pent up lust leftover, or didn't she do it for you? Ahh!" Zorah cried before sucking in quickly through her teeth as the effects of the pain exploded across her face. Silvanus instantly regretted throwing the pillow but couldn't stop it once it left his fingers.

"Zorah, I'm sorry," He reached out for her, but she twisted way causing herself even more pain. Fine. 

Grabbing her shoulders the small "ah" that escaped her lips was more of a squeak as her eyes rolled back. Momentarily taking his hands off her Silvanus changed his mind and slowly ran his hands over her wounds, pulling out as much pain as he could force himself to without putting anything else back in. Taking a controlled breath in, Zorah closed her eyes and said, in a voice so low Silvanus had to strain to hear it just inches away, "Like, before. It goes away,"

"What?"

"Please, Silvanus," She said a little louder, "Just leave me be 'till its time to eat. I need some time," lifting his hands off her, he nodded and turned away.

~~

Silvanus was debating whether or not he should enter when his choice was made for him. A busty redhead flung the door wide and stumbled out, plastering herself across Silvanus' chest.

"Hhello there, Ssexy," the woman slurred, "tthankss for catchin' me," Silvanus shook her off, drunks were never any fun, particularly at this early hour. Sliding inside to escape her, Silvanus made his way through to the bar.

"They here?" He called to the bartender whose grin split his dark skin with a brilliant flash of white. After clasping hands a moment he flicked his hand over his shoulder to point.

"They are in the back, and you couldn't have come at a better time, Like wild cats the last few days, I tell you. Feral wild cats,"

"They scratch you?" Silvanus chuckled, but then laughed when his dark arm rolled in to show some nasty gouges. "Your not kidding! I'll go appease them if you come rescue me in about two hours, I've got a dinner date,"

"That's rush, I can't guarantee I'll be able to get away," He said with a wink.

"Man, my head will be on your conscious," Silvanus said, heading to the back.

Pausing before he entered, Silvanus took a moment to center himself in his body and turned his magic on to a gentle hum. His knuckles rapped at the wood. "We aren't to be disturbed!" Came an angry reply.

"You'll turn a poor boy away without even hearing his plea?" Silvanus called.

"Is that him?" "You don't think?" "Who else?" "Should we?" "Oh, go open the door!" the sisters argued before it flung open.

"Silvanus!" they chorused in unison.

"I was just dropping by to see if there was any work for me today, I have to warn you I have a dinner date that can't be canceled. Official business. But why bore myself all night when I could see if you lovely ladies were in need of anything?"

The woman in the doorway leaned back to ask her sister, "I'm not sure if we have any work today,"

"Unless you don't mind being worked like a slave," the other called.

Silvanus pretended to think about it, "Slaves don't get paid,"

"Oh shush you and get in here," he was dragged in the door by the front of his shirt, this must be Ann, the rough twin.

Catching her hand he kissed the back of it before turning it over and lightly biting the inside of her wrist, "Ann," He knelt down on the ground, looking up, "You remember my rules?"

Grabbing his hair and throwing his head back, Ann called to her sister, "Go get the money, Clair, this boy needs to learn his lesson, running off like that," When Clair skipped out to collect his fee, Ann looked down at Silvanus and smiled, "Of course, you remember ours?"

Turning his eyes downcast he responded, "Yes, Master Ann,"

"Good," She shook his head a bit, pulling the tendons in his neck tight. Trailing a nail along his chin she grinned when her sister returned, placing the money on the table.

"Are you sure you still won't take a bonus?" Clair asked sweetly.

"Not today, Master Clair," Silvanus said, biting his lip for effect.

"We should punish you for your insubordination. Clair, the ties," Ann said, dragging Silvanus across the room.




Raising Beautiful 04



A.N. Sorry this took so long in comparison to the rest. I was trying desperately to keep Silvanus and Zorah from misbehaving and only halfway managed it. Sneaky, Sneaky they were! I finally have some ideas on properly reediting the first chapter or two to help it flow better, so look for that around the same time I post the next addition.

As always, Thank you for reading!

~~

CORIAN:

Scarcely tasting her lunch, Corian tried to hide her giddy nervousness from Derrick. She had just left Zorah and Silvanus back at the inn and only had a day and a half to spend with this handsome man sitting in front of her. Corian didn't want to mess this up. Besides coming up with a great business plan, and making her feel like a woman, he willingly made it through one very childish tantrum.

Corian couldn't help but feel grateful, and exceptionally excited.

"Alright," Derrick said, after they finished their meal and got a general outline for Corian's budding business in order. "Is there anything you want to do this evening? I have the rest of the night off, I just have a few things to do tomorrow morning and possibly later in the day, but you can feel free to tag along, or do your own thing. It is completely up to you," Derrick spread his lips in a wide grin and Corian was enamored by his dimples.

"It would be nice to relax after everything that happened," Corian said after a moment. Knowing full well what she wanted, but not wanting to seem like a complete lush.

"Relax like go for a walk, take a nap, have a massage, take a bath, have sex?" Derrick asked innocently.

Corian felt the blush rise in her cheeks. "Honestly, a massage would be great but I don't want to make you do all the work,"

"Well, there are a few options to that end. I can just do all the work, teach you how, or we can visit one of my Mother's Houses and both get one together,"

"Your Mother lives here?"

"No, she owns a few businesses and one of them are in this city. Most are along the coast line," he paused thoughtfully, "I think that is so that she can keep track of me. I never know which one she will be visiting, but I doubt she will be here. Fern keeps this one in order when she is gone and I think you'll like her well enough,"

"I am fine with whatever," Corian nervously replied.

"I hope so," Derrick commented, but did not elaborate when she questioned him.

~~

It was a good thing his hot arm encircled her waist and drew her forward. Corian had stopped dead in the middle of the street when she realized where she was being taken to, and didn't want to draw attention to herself.

"Am I even allowed in there?" Corian whispered ferociously as they came steadily closer to the bordello entrance.

"Of course! The girls will love you, They are even better at giving massages than I am. After all, they are the ones that taught me," Derrick said, ushering her further inside.

It took Corian a few moments to get used to the low lighting after being out in the bright afternoon sun, but when her eyes adjusted, it looked a lot more typical than expected. The main room was set up like a standard bar, with the exception of some additional plush furniture, and much more barmaids than usual. Dressed in all levels of decency. There were a few men at the bar and one or two of them started to stand when Corian had entered, but then identical grins split their faces and they sat back down, waving to Derrick.

He acknowledged them and they returned to their conversation. "That is Jordan and Hampton, they keep the girls here safe, it is just me so there's no reason for them to take their posts," Corian just nodded sheepishly, looking around.

There was one woman with a distinct sway to her hips that approached. A funny smile crossed Derricks lips and he dipped his lips to Corian's ear, "She's new, just play along, the Girls do this to all the new employees,"

"Hylo Sugar," she said, her accent strange, "Whaytever your lookan' for, Ay can help you with," Her low cut bodice would be overspilling if her breasts were any larger, and Corian found herself mesmerized by the rolling jiggle of the bronzed flesh. They were not terribly much bigger than her own, but hers could never sway in that fashion.

Corian realized she had zoned out when she felt a slight jostle from Derricks hand at her waist, she looked up quickly, "Isn't that right?" he was asking her, the crinkle in his eye told her to agree.

She just nodded quickly and ducked her head, trying to hide the embarrassed flush on her cheeks.

"Oh isn't she just the sweetest!" the woman exclaimed. She brushed her hand up and down Corian's arm sensually.

"Oh and I was hoping you could, uh, do us another favor," Derrick put on a wicked grin that startled Corian, but he rubbed his thumb on her waist reassuringly. Leaning in close he took his free hand, brushing the knuckle of his first finger over the crests of the woman's breasts as he leaned in and whispered into her ear. Corian couldn't help but feel jealous at the interaction.

The blush and smile that crossed the other's face drew ice into Corian's. "Of course," she breathed, excited glint in her eyes, "Ay could definitely halp you with that, so long as discretion is taken with the management," She whispered the last bit.

Derrick's arm stiffened. Corian looked back at him but his countenance was just he same as before she responded. "Oh," he said sadly, confusion flickered across the woman's face, "well, than we have a bit of a problem. You see, I'm the management's son and unfortunately," His arm shot up and he made a beckoning motion, "None of those things are appropriate here, as I am certain you were taught, and we have a very strict policy about the conduct of our employees. Unfortunately, you will have to apply with one of our competitors who typically don't have any qualms about those behaviors,"

Jordan and Hampton approached, and Derrick turned to them speaking in a loud, direct voice, "Unfortunately, Miss Louise will be resigning today. If you would be so kind as to collect her current earnings and the forecast through the end of the week. She has decided that we are not a good fit and would like to depart on good terms," He gave Louise, whose name Corian must have missed earlier, a respectful bow before steering Corian away towards the other women starting to cluster by hallway in the back.

By the time they arrived, many of the once bare women had pulled on a shawl. "Girls," Derrick greeted them as he walked up, a few came over and gave him a kiss on the cheek or a quick hug. Corian was becoming more embarrassed and nervous by the second.

"Derrick," they all chorused back at him, some giggling.

"This is Corian, I hope you'll make her feel at home," There were a few hello's that Corian managed to pick out from the jumble of greetings, "We are actually here to solicit a massage from two of you,"

There was a sudden gasp of excitement and a few of the women started speaking at once. Derrick chuckled and lifted his hand to get their attention. When they were quiet enough for them to speak. "Now don't go tattling on me to Mother, I hoped to surprise her in person, you hear? Besides, Corian needs to decide if she feels at home with all of us and still wants to hang around," Corian's eyes grew wide and she was staring wildly around. "If you Girls keep frightening her," Derrick pressed a kiss to Corian's forehead, "she might blow away and then where would I be?"

A tittering giggle passed through the group before one of the more mature women stepped forward. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Corian. My name is Sarah, but I go by Iris here. I can tell by how startled you are that you do not frequent places like this often, but let me assure you we hold ourselves to a higher standard here. Derrick's mother takes wonderful care of us and provided many of us a life that we could not obtain ourselves if it wasn't for her compassion. Many of us who have been around for some time helped raise Derrick and think of him as our own son or brother," there was a murmur of agreement, "Derrick has never brought a Lady friend around before, and we hope that you are comfortable. Or, at least, will become so,"

Corian could not help but feel grateful to Sarah for her blatant explanation. Corian's grateful smile lit her face. Before she had a chance to verbally express her thanks another woman clapped her hands in excitement. "Oh! You are adorable! It is like I can read the thoughts on your face before you say a word! I love it!" Corian felt the blush enter her face and the girl clapped again, another woman elbowed her.

"He said not to scare her, just shush you!" And the tittering giggle swept throughout the group again, stronger.

"Alright, alright!" Derrick said, laughing. "Which two of you are the least crazy, and want to help us out? We were both on the ship when it was attacked and Corian here saved many, many peoples lives by keeping their Mage in check. She deserves some mental and physical time off. Tammy, what do you say?" His tone was a reassuringly neutral by the end and Corian had dropped her hand to cover the one still encircling her waist and squeezed it gently.

Tammy was beautiful, she did not need to accent her assets like many of the others here. She was dressed modestly and flowed to the front of the group. "I suppose I can work today, Fern is out though, so there will be a small chance I have to deal with one thing or another. Fern will be grateful for the weeding you did today though. I was wondering about her, there has been a few more of the shady types coming around. Maple dear, would you like to accompany me?" One of the more youthful girls, with hair the color of sap, came forward. Maple had a shawl scarcely covering her bare shoulders and chest. She made a slight hand gesture, "Alright, go set up the couples room, I will be in there shortly, I need to quickly deal with Louise's wages,"

Maple scurried off, Derrick sat down on one of the couches and pulled Corian down next to him. "It will be a minute, do you have anything you want to talk about Corian?"

Her mind was actually quite blank minding the circumstance, but she racked it for a question. "It is really so busy here? This town doesn't seem big enough for all of you,"

"Oh no," Sarah cut in to shush the giggles, "we have plenty enough business, but we are by no means crowded. Our business is run a bit differently than most. We do not allow drugs or abuse, we have magic wards to keep our girls healthy, so we can charge more, Which makes our time more productive,"

"Plus a few of my mothers special lotions. They completely change the experience,"

"We also do more than just provide a warm hole or crazy sex. We train the Girls in music, dance, and massage. Our girls are free to move about between The Matron's establishments. We get a lot of business from the sailors, Our Matron has great business sense, and from what I understand this one here," she motioned at Derrick, "has inherited it. I really don't mean to scare you off, I don't know how long you have been together or how invested you are, but, having taken part in raising him, Derrick here can take care of you in more ways than one," Corian tried desperately to hide her blush, "and if he is bringing you here, he is serious about you. At least give him a fighting chance to win you over,"

Corian could no longer make eye contact with the group. Derricks thumb was rubbing over her ribs gently. Corian took a deep breath, "Thank you. I am still trying to sort some things out, but so far I think you've done a great job with him. I also want to apologize for the assumptions I had over your trade-"

"Oh, no, your assumptions are quite often correct, we are just excessively lucky that Our Matron is one of the generous ones. After all, working for a woman in this trade is much better than working for a man. No affront intended Derrick," Sarah said. When Corian looked up Sarah had a beautiful smile on her face.

He waved a hand passively, "of course. I think Maple is ready for us. Tammy will join us when she is ready," He stood, letting go of Corian's waist for the first time since she hesitated in the street, "Corian?" She felt her hear leap into her throat when he preformed a flourishing bow and extended his arm for her to take. "If the Lady would accompany me, I would be so grateful,"

Even with the tittering women, Corian could not unlock her eyes from Derricks as lightning shot through her. She slowly lifted her hand to his and was lead away to their room.

There were candles lit, the room was warm and two narrow beds stood in the middle of the room. There was beautiful fabric draped around the walls and a small sweet smelling fire lit on a table to the side, little rocks stacked around it.

Maple pointed to the beds in a fluent way then departed, drawing the door shut behind her.

Corian just looked questioningly at Derrick. He smiled and pulled her in close and tipped her back slightly. Corian didn't have but a moment to gasp before his lips were softly sealed to her in a passionate kiss. Corian felt herself relax into his arms and bring her hands up to rest on his slightly prickly cheeks.

Derrick pulled back slightly to retrieve some air before kissing her again, parting her lips with his so he could go deeper. She felt his tongue slide over her lips and reached hers up to meet him. After a time when they started to break again she felt his teeth craze her bottom lip and instinctively pressed herself to him. She felt him smile against her and shifted his hands before dipping her low so her upper body was completely supported by his arms. It was exhilarating and she moaned her happiness into the kiss.

As she was righted, Derricks hands were sliding under her shirt, pulling it up as he trailed his hands over her burning skin. They had to break their kiss to remove it completely. They returned to kissing as derricks hands traced lazily across the binding at her breasts. Most likely searching for the tail end.

He found it, and began removing it without looking. Corian was breathing hard, which she was sure was hindering him. Pausing in her fondling, Corian watched the intensity of his eyes as he worked. He never looked away from hers but managed the long awkward piece of fabric as if he had done it a million times.

Concern filled her as the thought occurred to her that may chance he had indeed been with some of these women, how would she compare? His hands stilled. She really did show all her emotions didn't she. Not wanting to explain, or to worry, he obviously wanted her still, Corian flashed a smile and started removing his shirt as well. She let her fingertips trace intimately over his chest, enjoying the decent patch of curly chest hair.

She worked her way down and removed his pants and small clothes as well. Finding great excitement at his waiting flesh that sprung up to meet her. When they were both thoroughly naked, Derrick guided her to one of the beds and indicated that she lay down in a prone position. She pouted at him for a moment but he just chuckled.

"All in good time, Corian. But first, your massage," He kissed her gently on the shoulder before climbing upon the other bed. He placed his head in the strange hollow pillow that stuck out one end and hung his arms onto the little ledge under it. Corian sighed and followed suit.

Not moments after they were settled, the to women bustled into the room. "How-" Corian started, quite surprised by their entrance.

"Relax, It is out business to anticipate the needs of our clients," Tammy said.

Corian began to feel anticipation interpose itself over her warm fuzzies and suddenly wanted her clothes back.

However when Tammy's hands touched her, the sudden tingling heat that radiated out was so relaxing, Corian could do naught but sigh, and lay her head back down.

~~

SILVANUS:

He headed back into their rented room to get some supplies after his foray with the twins that afternoon. Ignoring Zorah when he entered, in hopes to get to the bathhouse quickly. He was entirely too sticky.

"Whatcha' up to?" Zorah asked. She was in the same spot he had left her in though the sheets were much more neatly placed.

"I am looking for my soap,"

"Your bathing before dinner?" When he didn't respond, the slight giggle proved she began to draw her own conclusions. "Twenty-two," she muttered to herself. Pausing to look at her Silvanus raised an eyebrow in question. "I'm just keeping count of your flightless bird's children," She replied in a half giggling, half insulted voice.

"You know something Zorah?"

She forced her giggling to stop and drew the most serious face she could manage, "I know lots of somethings, which one in particular your curious about is debatable,"

With a patient sigh usually reserved for children, Silvanus stated, "From the first day you arrived here you have been speaking nonsense, if you don't quit I am going to have to permanently ignore you," finally retrieving his soap and a spare pair of pants he stood to go.

"Hey! Wait! I am just teasing, its insanely boring here by myself without anything to do! Besides I want a shower or a bath or at least a wet rag too! Don't you dare leave me here!" Zorah did her best to scoot to the edge of the bed and managed to get untangled from the sheets before Silvanus uncrossed his arms and went to help her.

"This time of day I doubt there will be anyone there but me to help you," Silvanus said, hand extended. 

"Honestly if I do nothing but float in my clothes, I will be intensely happy," When she lifted her hand to slip into Silvanus' she winced from the pain in her shoulder. "but, I would like to know how far away it is,"

Taking her hand and sucking away most of the pain he helped her to stand. He could feel the rest of the pain radiating off of her and waited for it to calm before answering, "only a five minute walk if I carry you,"

Zorah narrowed her eyes at him, obviously debating the consequences of being seen on the streets in his arms. Zorah tried to take a few tentative steps on her own. "Why don't you grab me some clothes, carry me down the steps and we will see,"

"Your wearing a different shirt," Zorah muttered when they were about halfway down the stairs.

"My other one has been torn,"

"Its softer," Zorah said, leaning against him. Silvanus took Zorah a few steps further and put her down just outside the inn. He had thought about asking Liz to come help but she was obviously busy with the dinner patrons. Focusing herself, Zorah began mumbling encouraging words to herself over and over as she walked as much as she could with the rents in her skin.

After a few feet, Silvanus felt the increasingly familiar buzzing on his skin. "Zorah?" he asked,

"Yeah?" she said, looking up at him, the buzzing instantly stopped, her body started to tense from pain again.

"What are you saying?" Clarity started eking its way into his mind. The crinkle in Zorah's brow was    the only answer she gave before going back to her mumblings. "Zorah-" Silvanus started slowly when the tingling started again. "I think your using magic,"

She twisted so fast in his arms to look up at him that tears sprang into her eyes from the pain. Hissing through her teeth she tried to smile. "If I am, I suck at it, all I want to do is walk without pain. -Unfortunately that's not happening,"

"Come on, lets go get cleaned up,"

"Yes, you smell like vagina,"

The hair on Silvanus' neck bristled. "I'd be clean by now if you had just let me leave," his tone was as flat as a sheet of ice. Zorah had the decency not to respond.

When they arrived, Silvanus dropped some coins in the tenant box and looked at some cards on the walls. "It is not that busy, do you want to take a family room or the public room?" Zorah's eyes were wide when he looked back at her. "Alright, you're shy so family room it is, besides with your wounds it would pry be best,"




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Silvanus flipped a card over and took some towels from a rack. When he started down the hall and Zorah didn't move he sighed, dropped the stuff off in the room, went back and carried her.

"Take off what you can, and I'll help you with the rest," Silvanus said, pulling off his shirt as he turned to the other bench in the room. The temporary roof had been removed in the good weather, and the sunlight was streaming in. Silvanus watched it as he folded his shirt and slipped out of his boots.

"What did she do to you?" Zorah whispered.

"What?" Silvanus asked, turning back.

"Your back. It is in ribbons!"

Turning to look over his shoulder Silvanus shrugs, "Ann's a bit rough,"

"a bit- wait! Ann? I though you were seeing Liz?"

"I did," Kneeling in front of her, Silvanus took the tie from Zorah's fingers and began undoing her bootlaces.

"How many cats does your rooster feed a day?"

"Again with the strange phrases from you,"

"Your cock," Zorah said, tone implying the obviousness of her statement, but he just slipped off her boot and began to work on the other. "Really? No one calls it that here? I am referring to your penis,"

"Cock? What kind of name is that?"

"What do you call it?" Zorah asked.

"I don't call 'It' anything,"

"You have to call it something, let's see, penis, cock, sausage, dick, manhood, dong, junk, um, member. Ooh! Purple-headed yogurt slinger," Zorah said with a grin, "There are more but most are ridiculous like love muscle, and trouser snake," Silvanus had rolled back on his haunches to watch her think and rattle off such strange things. "I like cock the best, makes sense, the pussy can eat it, being bird its logical- What?!" Zorah asked when he snorted.

"Nothing you say is logical,"

"Sure it is. Women with cat-like movements are sexy, pussycat is an affectionate term for a cat. In sex the affectionate part is the vagina, so it is the pussy. What do cats eat? Birds. Well, some of the most majestic birds are males, birds like the pea fowl have extraordinary male specimens. They are called peacocks, many male birds are the cock, but those are my favorite. So it just makes sense that that-" Zorah pointed at Silvanus' clothed parts, "-would be the cock. So when I ask you how many times your flightless bird is going to feed a cat I am asking how may times you have had sex, or stuck your penis in some woman," Zorah stopped talking and her eyes cleared a bit as her tirade ended. Focusing on Silvanus, a deep flush came rushing up her neck. She apparently forgot herself for a moment. "After all, I need to keep track of how many children you have. Since you will not. That is-" Zorah stammered, trying to recover.

Not wanting to outright lie to her, for some reason, Silvanus kept quiet and placed her boots aside before helping her tug the shirt over her head. "Oh, come on, how many girls have you been with today?"

That he could answer. "Fine, three,"

"Three!" Zorah squeaked, "When did you see that other one?"

Silvanus just supported Zorah's waist as she took off her pants.

Silvanus tossed her clothes in the water with the soap and pointed to the water. Zorah slunk over and crawled in. "Well?" she asked after she got used to the sting of the water on her cuts.

"Two were after I left, twins. You going to want to worm out of your small clothes? I'm sure you'll want a new rag when you get out, and it wont hurt to take your binding off and flush out those wounds. The water in here is from a fresh hot spring so it will not hurt your injuries any," Silvanus was already slipping into the water; outer clothes in hand. He dipped under the waist deep water for a few moments before coming back up. He was sifting through the clothes looking for the soap when he noticed Zorah just staring at him. "What?"

Multiple thoughts and emotions passed over Zorah's face, she finally settled on one with a sigh, "At least I know you can help me out of these clothes, Corian was doing it for me this whole time. Just don't try anything please? This is embarrassing enough as it is. Besides, you should be satiated," Zorah turned around and lifted her long hair out of the way. "One would hope anyway,"

"Regardless of my activities today, I am perfectly capable of controlling myself. Besides, this way I can nag my sister when she gets back. She obviously didn't think too much about her Masters needs," Silvanus knew that Zorah felt his breath on her neck as he bent slightly to reach around and unwind her bindings by the goosebumps that raised on her shoulders. He purposefully took his time. When she was free he gently ran his fingers along the gash down her back, looking over the raw edge of the skin. It was healing rather nicely. No infection or excess dead skin. She would scar but it would be smooth. It dipped low on her back, ending just below the waters surface.

Gently turning her, Silvanus examined the shorter cut on her shoulder. There was a deep bruise around it, though the cut was relatively shallow, not too deep into her muscle that it would continue to impede her movements much longer. Sliding his hands down her arm he unwound the fabric around her palm and examined that one as well. Even with as clean of a slice it had been, the scar would most likely pucker often due to its placement. There were a few places that were scabbing in slightly odd ways.

Silvanus opened her palm and slowly peeled bits of the scab off, stilling any blood that might spill. He smoothed the edges of the wound down in a way that they would match back up in close to a natural way. As he was smoothing out her skin he realized that Zorah's hand was trembling. Flicking his eyes up to hers Silvanus took in her wide eyes and flushed cheeks before he noticed she was covered in gooseflesh, regardless of the heat from the bath.

His eyes took in her almost naked form quickly. Her breasts were more ample than he had supposed. Her posture hid them well. Zorah kept her shoulders rolled forward and her back slightly bent so that they were partially lost in her arms. Her waist was also, consequently smaller than he had supposed for the same reasons.

In fact her hourglass figure took him by such surprise that his quick glance turned into a lingering gaze of admiration as she slowly pulled her hands from him and clasped them at her neck, forearms coming up and pressing into the fronts of her breasts. They hid her pale pink nipples, but couldn't begin to contain the rest of her breasts as she pressed her arms close, the flesh spilling around her forearms with a slight bulging effect.

The water crested gently around her hips as she took a few tentative steps back, her stomach trembling gently with her nervous breathing.

Silvanus couldn't keep himself from staring, "You are beautiful," came his breathy whisper.

The sudden loud snort drew Silvanus' eyes to Zorah's face in question just as she happened to slip and dip under the water with a strangled gasp. She quickly resurfaced with a cry. Silvanus waited for Zorah to grow calm before he responded. "You don't believe me do you?"

"And, why, precisely, should I do that?" Zorah said, squatting low in the water and, to Silvanus' surprise, removing her small clothes. The water was not clear enough to see anything, or she would most likely not have been brave enough to continue undressing. "Soap," her determined tone showed her opinion of the situation.

Silvanus glanced around, found it, and passed it off to her. "Because it is true,"

Zorah began scrubbing at her clothes, still under the water. Removing the blood stains as best she could. "I am assuming since you're not blind, you just want in my pants," a muscle in her jaw jumped as her pants floated into view.

Passing up the perfect opportunity to make a joke, Silvanus chose instead to pull at her slightly to get her to stand. She started pulling her body in on itself to hide from his gaze, but he kept his eyes on her curious ones. Getting a close view of the single green streak that ran diagonally through them. "Zorah, look at me, I promise I will not take advantage of you," She flicked her eyes up to meet his and only slightly relaxed. "You are the one who is blind. Stand strait and I will show you," Trembling, Zorah heeded him by straitening her back. "See, your still hiding," he pressed his fingertips into her shoulders and got her to roll them back into their proper position. He lowered one hand and pressed onto the small of her back and used the tension between the two to straiten her spine even more. Sliding one foot between hers and the other around the side, Silvanus leaned into her slightly and brought her feet slightly closer together while getting her hips to tuck in slightly, drawing her posture to perfection. Zorah's breasts brushed against his chest as she took slow shaky breaths.

"See," Silvans said, slowly releasing her and stepping back, "Your a few inches taller, your stomach is flat," he gestured slightly, "and your glorious breasts have grown about three sizes," he made a cupping motion with his hands as if he was scoping them up from the sides, but he was a few inches away.

Zorah broke eye contact and looked down at herself, inhaling slightly. Silvanus watched the tiny spark of hope in her eyes die as she let her breath out in a sigh. Her shoulders started rolling forward again. "My so called glorious breasts sag, I'm barley in my twenties and they are like a fifty year old woman's breasts,"

"They aren't sagging," Silvanus said, thumbs quickly rolling over his fingertips, hands still in their cupping position. "They are just that large. They complement your hips well, balancing out your form. I can't believe you hold that unnatural posture so well I did not properly estimate your shape. Do you really think that low of yourself?"

Zorah didn't answer but closed her eyes, unreadable expression overcoming her face. Silvanus lowered his hands to his sides, stirring up the water slightly. She let out a sigh and squatted back down in the water. After a time, and a few more clean clothes, she asked, "I thought you didn't know any magic,"

Silvanus smiled at her change of subject, but appeased her nonetheless, "I didn't unlock the talent until Mother died," he said quietly, sitting down, his shoulders just cresting the waters surface. He continued after his hands found the tie at the back of his neck. "Most people do not know of my talent, though I use it daily. I haven't been trained," Silvanus began unwinding his shoulder length blonde hair and started scrubbing his fingers on his scalp. "My sister doesn't know, so I'd appreciate that remaining the case," he reached out for the soap Zorah still clutched and she handed it over. He lathered some in his hands and worked it into his hair.

"What can you do?" Zorah asked after dunking her own head.

"Honestly? I am not that versatile. Most are able to preform a few types of magic, I can control the flow of blood, but only in wounds I cause all or some damage to. And I can change how my touch affects people. That's about the most simplistic way of describing what I do," Silvanus handed Zorah the soap back when she was ready.

"So I wasn't imagining the lessened pain when I was around you?" She was scrubbing the soap into her scalp now.

"No, I was pulling what I could manage to out to make it more bearable,"

"Taking it out? You didn't feel it yourself then did you?"

"You are more astute than most people I deal with," Silvanus chuckled, rinsed his hair then continued. "Yes, I did, though only at most half what you feel because I can filter and spread the pain out over a larger area,"

"How do you use your talent daily if your not cutting people or around the injured? I am not sure I have that figured out," Zorah said when she had rinsed her hair. She began running the soap over her body with her good hand. At one point lifting each breast one at a time to clean efficiently.

"I can also cause sensations," Silvanus said when he received the soap.

"How do you do that without people knowing? Why do you even do it?" Silvanus let his sly grin spread over his lips to answer her. "That just doesn't make sense!" Zorah said in frustration, standing and beginning to gather the rest of his clothes to be washed. Silvanus watched the sway of her hips and could just make out the curve of her cheeks beneath the water as she roamed the pool. Her breasts were visible from behind whenever she pulled her arms away from her ribs.

His attention was drawn downward at flesh straining against wet cloth, as he watched her. Of course an idea sprang up. "I could give you small demonstration if you would like,"

Zorah's eyes narrowed, "I'm not sure, you made it seem lewd a moment ago,"

"It is not lewd, its natural." Zorah came and stopped just a foot away, the indecision in her words and face a poor counterpoint to the wishes that her bodies proximity showed. "I don't want to startle you, come over this way," Silvanus said, tracing his fingers over her hips to guide her to the edge of the pool. He sent just the slightest hint of arousal as he backed her hips against the wall. His hands slid up and encircled her waist. "Is this alright? Are you stable?" Zorah just nodded, her breath quickening as it had before. "I promise, I will not touch you any where else but here. Is that alright?" Zorah nodded again, "If you want me to stop, just say so," Zorah just swallowed, already being affected, though she most likely did not realize it was being directed by the magic in the hands at her hips.

Keeping eye contact, he let the flow of the water around his hips, the heat of her skin on his fingertips raise tiny tendrils of passion. He wove them gently through her. Blinking slowly, he recalled the tightness of the flesh around her nipples, the slight pucker it made, and the tenuous blush of color that her breasts claimed as their own. He leaked the gentle swelling of pleasure into her stomach and let it climb into her core. He recalled the way her breasts swayed when she moves. The way they rested and spilled over her own arms in her desperate attempt to hide them.

Feeling her breath quicken he let the whirling magic climb higher and cling to her shoulders. He remembered the feel of her hair in his hands the first time he brought a brush to its dark shine. The shape of her exposed thigh as she sat and attempted to untangle her own hair after her bath. With his new knowledge of her body he visualized her naked shape under the thin cape as she had sat before him.

The magic was threading up the back of her neck and spreading slowly over her scalp. Zorah's breath was coming in deeper, more measured breaths. Keeping his hands still as possible, he imagined them sliding up her slender waist to the outward swell of her breasts and let his magic trail along the path his mind took. Zorah's eyes rolled back in her head and her neck arched gracefully at his imaginary touch. Watching her jaw line he used his magic to kiss her neck, a soft press. Her lips parted, head still hanging back and a soft "ah," found its way out through the opening.

Silvanus made her lips tingle, slightly pulsing touches, dancing across them.

He then drew the image of her naked cheeks into his mind and imagined the smooth firmness and the way they would fit his large hands perfectly. Zorah's hips rocked slightly at the magic's touch pressing into the imaginary hands she very well thought were real as he had removed the sensation of his actual hands. He made her believe his knee was pressing outward against hers, pulling her leg out to open herself to him.

She willingly obliged the phantom pressure.

The next part would only be moderately hard minding he had not seen her yet. Closing his eyes but still maintaining the extreme stillness, Silvanus let his mind enter with his powers. His nostrils flared and his stiffness twitched at what he found there.

Virgin.

Taking a deep breath and trying desperately not to clench his hands in excitement, Silvanus found her so inexperienced to be quite ready with no other immaterial foreplay. Excluding her surroundings and monthly time, she was wet enough that he would have been able to penetrate her without any extra pain. In fact, it would be interesting to see her reaction to his surreal prodding.

He magically pressed against her, one hand dropping its magic touch to assumingly position himself. He caused heat at her lips to signify his head meting at her slick opening. Her body tensed slightly but her ran his magic over and around her in a calming way. She relaxed again and he pressed in and up with his magic. He knew her muscles were twitching in response. He made her feel full and a slight twinge as he would have pressed on her hymen.

He made her feel him dig his fingers into her hips and thrust suddenly upward, the pain ending as if with a slight pop. Then the slow radiation of pleasure as he would start to rock within her, he even traced the magic around her slightly bucking hips to signify the rolling of the water around them.

Increasing his pace upon hearing her slight whimpers he enjoyed her responses. She shifted subtly until she instinctively rocked to his pace, tensing as he deepened and relaxing as he withdrew, to make what would presumptuously be a divine ride. Slowing, then speeding up slightly, he pressed his growing passion deep within her until he knew she was as close as she was letting herself go. Her moans were eroticly caressing his ears. She began reaching for him, as if to clasp him closer. He would have none of that so he moved his phantom hands to her wrists and pressed her firmly against the wall of the pool. She resisted, and Silvanus was worried she would break through until her palms came in contact with the ledge and she clamped down, arms stilling.

"Zorah," he whispered, making her feel as if his breath was on her ear. "I can't let you go until you let yourself go," her body started to tense in indecision, "Zorah," he said a little louder, He made her feel as if he buried his face in the side of her neck, their bodies pressed together, "Please," he begged, it was no ruse when his voice cracked from the passion.

At the sound of that one broken please, Zorah let go, her hips rocked forward hard and Silvanus had to take a step back as he made her feel him move forward, slamming deep. Zorah cried out and clung to the wall behind her with her good hand and her other sprang up and groped the air before it was suddenly twined into her hair and pulling. She rode he first wave of her orgasm. When her felt her reach peak he let the pulsing wave flow into himself, stroking his shaft and head momentarily before taking his exploding pleasure and dumping it back in her as the wave receded. It washed back and forth two more times before settling into a dull rush, buzzing on their skin.

Silvanus was ever so careful to slowly, slowly pull his powers back into himself to keep her awake. It was usually a convenient side effect. He recirculated the calm and usual feeling between them until their emotions stabilized. Just as he began opening his eyes again, magic almost completely removed, Zorah tensed in fear.

She opened her mouth and closed it a few times before she could form the words, "You- you didn't j-just-" she swallowed, "Right?"

Taking in a deep breath Silvanus smiled meekly. "Zorah, I have never moved my hands, and I still have my small clothes on. There was no way for me to touch you there,"

Silvanus waited for Zorah's attention to focus on his hands before slowly withdrawing them from the top of her hips and waist. He displayed his palms in a show of innocence.

Zorah's hands were shaking as she brought them to her lips. She traced her fingers there remembering the feelings he had given her. "No wonder women like you," Her voice was dark.

"You see, too, why people don't know about my magic. If I am actually moving my hands to those places, and only magnifying my touch, very few are able to tell. They just know I make them feel better than others who use the same technique,"




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Zorah slid one hand down over her smooth stomach to cup her mound. "So I am still-" Zorah trailed off.

"You're still a virgin, yes. Some man will have great pleasure deflowering you the first time. Just don't hold back for him so much, okay? Most men won't know how far or close you are without you telling them, and they might not think you can do it. Both of you will be much happier if you can both experience it together,"

Zorah gave Silvanus such a suddenly sharp look that he found himself looking away. "Silvanus," Zorah called, her tone heavy. He found himself gathering the clothes just to turn away. "Silvanus, I saw the look that crossed your eyes just now," her tone was gentler and Silvanus felt unusually and immediately helpless. He knew what she saw and was so suddenly lost that he couldn't even curse himself for the mistake.

"Silvanus, look at me I need to know,"

"You need to know what?!" his anger suddenly flaring to fill the void the helplessness caused. Silvanus rounded on her and flung his hands in the air. "You need to know that I am not what anyone thinks I am, regardless of how intimately they think they know me?! Regardless of the lies they tell?! Regardless of what I lead them to believe?! Not a single one has tried to give back even half of what they took from-" Silvanus' words were cut of by fingers sliding in his hair, soft lips pressed so suddenly and forcefully against his that they jammed against his teeth painfully before adjusting in pressure. Hands pulling his hair to position his head downwards for a better angle.

He could sense the pain shoot across her back from the position. And raised his hands to her back unthinkingly to pull it out.

"No,"

It was a low rumbling growl and her magic was within it halting him from taking her pain away. She bit his lip to remind him of her purpose and when his tongue came quickly out, it was welcomed by her own. The dance that they created was completely devoid of magic. As she gently withdrew, she took a quick deep breath of air, and gave a quick peck of a kiss again.

Silvanus let out a moan, not wanting it to end. But then her softness and heat returned, pressed itself to him one, two three, times in a gentle lingering closed mouth kiss. With a sigh and obvious difficulty Zorah pulled back and disengaged. Biting at her lower lip.

Silvanus reached for her, but she backed up a step, shaking her head. "That's all I can spare. That's all I have. I can't give you any more or it is not fair. It will already hurt to have what I have given shared," Zorah said, concern in her eyes. "Please, just finish, I need to get dressed," She backed up to the steps, and turned to mount them. Silvanus adverted his gaze and gave her privacy while she struggled with the towel and then into her fresh small clothes and what she could manage of the bindings.

When the clothes were clean, and Silvanus had discreetly cleaned his privates, He climbed out and changed before opening the overflow door so the water could recirculate. The two left in silence.

~~

ZORAH:

Not even able to call out, Zorah started to collapse before they got further than one or two buildings away. It was all she could do to make it that far and it was only by the skin of her pride that she had done even that anyway.

The sexual- experience?- she just had took much more out of her than she realized. She just hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when she landed on the ground.

Somehow she had enough energy to manage astonishment when Silvanus went through the effort to catch her. He succeeded in swinging their belongings across his back and have her in his arms before she really understood what was happening. She looked up at him with what she could manage of a questioning look.

"You're still my responsibility, regardless of how annoying and stubborn you can be. Don't even think of protesting because-" Zorah stopped listening and nestled her head against his chest. She was surprised at how comfortable his hard chest could be. Letting out a sigh she rubbed her cheek against the fabric and pressed against it, making out Silvanus' heartbeat. It was then that she noticed he was holding his breath in attempt to keep it at a calm rate. She just smiled against him and enjoyed the ride. 

The gentle sway of his gait had her in a daze, so when she felt the deep intake of breath with a slight aggravated sigh, it took her a moment before she lifted her lids to see what the matter was.

"I need to speak with you," came a familiar voice. Zorah tried to shift around to see who Silvanus was speaking to but as he was looking over his shoulder, there was no way for Zorah to see.

"I am assuming it's not right this second," Silvanus said, coming to a stop.

"I would, of course, prefer a private audience," The other man said.

"She needs to eat, You'll have to wait,"

"Of course, I'll find you after,"

Silvanus grunted in response and turned to bring Zorah into the Inn. As he twisted through the door Zorah managed to catch a glimpse of the man leaning against a nearby hitching post, arms crossed. His lips were a grim line, but that was all Zorah could see. The speed and interestingly styled pale cloak, whose full hood had been pulled down as low as to cover even his nose, stopped her from discerning more.

The dining area was still quite full, but Zorah saw Liz rush over once they were inside. Zorah smiled at her when Liz came in close to look at her face.

"Well, now. What have we here? You up to some dinner?"

"You smell delicious, like oranges," Zorah murmured.

Liz tossed her head back and let out a hearty laugh sounding like deep bells. "You're not the first one today to tell me that," Zorah looked up at Silvanus and saw the smirk. "How about some food?"

"Thad be lovely," Zorah managed, squirming slightly in Silvanus' arms. He understood, taking her over to a table he pressed the bench against the wall, set her down and shoved the heavy table close to her so she could be well supported with little effort.

Zorah and Silvanus' both settled on the stew. Liz hung around as much as she could manage with the volume of patrons demanding her time. With a kiss on her cheek and a huge tip, Liz cleared away their dishes. Silvanus pulled the table back and offered Zorah his hand. She took it ans was surprised at how steady she was. She walked to the stairs and stood still looking up at them for a moment or two. He was going to make her ask this time.

Not sure how she felt about this, Zorah waited a little longer before her resolve crumbled and she let out a sigh and asked, "Could you carry me up to the room? I can't make it on my own," Zorah heard the chuckle behind her, and didn't look at his face as he scooped her up and climbed the stairs too gracefully.

"Who is that Man?"

"Outside?"

"Mmn,"

"The Seer, The whole reason you are here and we are not making better preparations for the war,"

"Does he just see the future, or things as they happen?"

"He saw our fight as it happened and called in the rescue team that put the fire out and took the wounded ashore. So both,"

"You don't think he saw,"

"It is probable with the look on his face, but not necessary the reason. Why, do you think he would care? You don't know each other,"

Silvanus laid Zorah on the bed and she thoughtfully looked up at him. "He just seems very familiar to me. Plus I don't like the idea of being watched,"

"Oh your watched regardless of what you do, but he is the one that brought you here, so that is probably where the familiarity comes from. But I need to go deal with him so I am going to leave you here for a while,"

"I won't be alone tonight will I?" Zorah winced at the desperation in her voice.

"No, I promise I will come back as soon as he lets me escape his infuriating presence,"

"Is there anything I can do while I wait?" Zorah giggled as she spoke.

Silvanus rummaged through his bag but came up empty. "If Liz has any portable busy work I will send her up if I am stuck for to long,"

"Alright, shoo then and get it over with,"

~~

A.N. I would love any comments or messages or ratings that you have to offer! I thrive on constructive critism and any opinions are welcomed!



Raising Beautiful 05



Authors Note:

Shhhhhhhhh..... I am well aware that it has taken me probably a year and a half to touch this story (I have some reedits on previous chapters, some of which are already submitted) yeah, your and you're.... I did really really have a problem with that, even though I know the difference I was passing them by in my edits.

ANYWAY, I was writing so much before because we were trying for our first child, and I had sex on the brain non-stop. Well, my hormones are shifting again and I found myself sitting up in the middle of the night needing to write, so here is more of the story! 

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Silvanus:

Rubbing his temples he left his head in his hands, too drained to care much about what Alam was lecturing him on. Thankfully, he had missed the main event in the bath house, but having realized they were there together, had come immediately. Silvanus couldn't even focus on what the Seer was saying to him.

Suddenly standing up, hands pressed firmly against the table Silvanus leaned in towards the Seer to get his attention. "Her virtue is still intact Alam. It is not something I would take without thought. All you are doing here is making me want to rethink that just to spite you. Unfortunately for me, I realize that will cause me more problems in the long run than bothering you is worth. Now unless you have something more important to say than this older brother or spurned lover speech-" he held up a hand and closed his eyes to stop Alam's objections, "-I am going back up to our room. I promised not to leave her alone. Stop for a second and think about what your putting her through before you try and stop me because of your own inadequacies,"

Thankfully it was easy enough to leave, Alam seemed to be too bemused by Silvanus' different attitude and emotionless voice to respond properly. On his way up the stairs he stopped one of the barmaids and requested a strong magic barrier spell be delivered to the room, and that the man standing awkwardly in the corner would pay for it. Goodness knows he didn't need to be watched all night. He was already feeling awkward about what happened earlier with Zorah.

Silvanus went back up to their room to find Zorah in a chair by the window, her blanket spewed awkwardly between her and the bed. After what seemed like an eternity of watching the sunlight shine in her hair, but was probably only about 20 seconds, Zorah spoke.

"I lost my blanket on my way over here. Do you mind helping me?" Her voice was as small as it was when she was in his arms, but had lost most of the rest of the spark. Silvanus felt an odd twist in his throat as he went and gathered up her blanket and draped it around her, fingers lingering on her hair after pulling it from under the material bunching at her tall neck. "Sorry."

"What?" Silvanus said, dumbly, after quickly withdrawing his hands from her, before he realized she was apologizing, not insulting.

"I am sorry," she said more clearly, stealing a glance at him. He sat down on the end of her bed wondering what else was going to happen today. He apparently was quiet too long because, in the same small dry voice she continued, "normally you respond in some way, or another, to a phrase like that."

Running a few things through his head, Silvanus finally settled on one. "You are forgiven?" Ah, it came out too obvious of a question, Silvanus cringed.

Zorah ignored that, "You are forgiving me without knowing what I am asking forgiveness for?"

"Alright," Silvanus sighed, heaving his heavy chest, "What are you sorry about?"

"One, I took without giving, and two I took with no qualms, and that is not like me,"

"Zorah I only touched your hips, nothing-" Silvanus choked on the rest of the sentence when Zorah turned and caught his gaze. He found himself drawn forward by the turmoil in her eyes.

"Don't-" she said, stopping him. Silvanus had scarcely realized that he was about to scoop her into his arms.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Remembering his order Silvanus quickly answered it and took the spell. Turning it over in his hands a few times he found what he wanted and activated the small crystal. A dim glow issued from it and he placed it in the middle of the room on the floor. Looking up Silvanus saw Zorah's quizzical look and said, "To keep the prying eyes out, I am rather tired of being watched by His Royal 'Peek In On Everyone Because He Wants To' I would like to sleep in peace tonight."

Zorah let out a little giggle, but covered her mouth and sighed. "It is important that I tell you this Silvanus," She gave him a moment to sit back down and turned in her chair to face him more comfortably. "I did not know it was fake," she cleared her throat to remove an emotional frog before continuing, "I did not know that those advances were just a parlor trick and not actually happening to me, and yet I stood there, let it happen, and worse yet for you, did not even try to reciprocate-" she lifted her arm in a painful gesture and silenced Silvanus before he realized he should be objecting. "it was completely inappropriate and out of character of me to act that way and I am sorry to my self for not maintaining my own established morals, and I am ashamed about being so greedy when put in that situation,"

Formulating the fastest response possible, Silvanus found himself saying, "But you did try and give back," When she cocked her head he touched his lips and Zorah blushed.

"No," Zorah said softly, "I am not apologizing for that, I gave that knowing full well what was going on, I am talking about when I thought we were having sex, I just accepted it. Past not trying to stop you, I didn't even try and reach out to you, or acknowledge that it would have been both of us committing the act,"

"Oh," Silvanus said suddenly, realizing what was bothering her so much, "No, Zorah, don't worry about that! When I am using my magic like that I can anticipate what you are going to do next and I purposefully distract you from it so you can't reach out and find out it is a mirage. It is a tactic I developed to keep my talents hidden. That is not on your head at all."

Zorah's mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to sort her thoughts. Finally more of her spunk was in her voice when she replied again, "I still should have fought you off in the beginning so it never got to that point,"

"Mmnn, for that I have no answer," Responding to her typical personality slipping out, Silvanus found himself goading her again in a patronizing tone, "but what did you mean by, 'That's all I can spare', and 'It will already hurt to have what I have given shared'? Are you jealous of the other girls?"

An embarrassed flush crept over Zorah's face before she managed a response, her voice was timid at first, but grew into her usual obstinate tone with every word, "oh, we are bringing up that conversation are we? Well then, you wouldn't mind explaining to me about how you are not what everyone things and says of you." Silvanus was too relieved to have her normal mood back to stop her before she hit the nail on the head, "So is the reason you are so certain you don't have ninety something kids running around isn't because you keep tabs on the women, it's because you haven't actually had sex with any of them," Silvanus' jaw dropped and his usual charisma was long ago gone, Zorah was still talking through her theory but Silvanus wasn't hearing it, the world shrunk down to him and about 3 square feet of floor.

Silvanus swung his legs over the bed to get off on the opposite side, away from her. He stood there a while, completely detached from everything except his tiny world, unsure what to do next. A gentle caress on the back of his arm drew him into reality. He looked over his shoulder and saw Zorah's apologetic face, her concern for him was larger than the pain she felt in her body from her wounds.

They stood there some time before she spoke, "There is nothing wrong with it, unless you are wishing you weren't a virgin,"

Silvanus snorted, breaking the spell, "whether or not I have physically done the act with my body, I have done it with my magic, I am far less innocent than you,"

"True, but if you are holding out for something, I find that admirable,"

"No, no I don't think I am, not anymore." Why was he telling her this? Who is this woman placed in his charge? Why is he talking like this with her? "It is true I don't like waste, I was taught that from a young age,"

'Really? I am still talking? Am I just going to be some Sap, be That Guy, and talk like this?'

"But really from the start, it was an accident, then it was as a game, who could I trick as payback, then it was a kind of trademark, and now it is what it is and who I am, and yes it is starting to bother me, but who can I really go to and have that moment and honestly share it? It would be just ridiculous, after all this time, just to take it to take it, and have it be only for me."

"You will find her," Zorah said simply, Silvanus realized she was getting heavier and heavier against his arm, turned and scooped her up, sucking out the pain in her body as he did.

"Stop being so sentimental, I don't know what to do with you,"

"Sleep with me," Zorah said, nestling her head against his chest again, his entire body froze and she looked up, giggling sleepily, "I literally mean sleep, not sex, I don't hurt when I am with you, and I'm feeling a bit attached to you right now, can we? Or is that crossing a line? I thought those all got crossed already."

"Not all of them," Silvanus mumbled, as he tried to make up his mind, but when she nestled her head back onto his chest, he wanted to wrap himself around her. They both deserved a moment like this didn't they?

~~

Zorah:

When she woke up there was a heavy weight laying across her side and holding her stomach. When she tried to stretch she realized she was spooning. When she squirmed a little she instantly realized there was a very unmistakable and potentially large morning wood pinned between her butt cheek and the owners hips. After remaining frozen for a few agonizing seconds Zorah gave into her extremely strong desire to rock her hips gently to learn a little more about the heat behind her.

Being as careful as she could she discovered that yes, the member was of considerable length and width. Her body gave an involuntary shutter as it shifted and nestled right between her cheeks and Silvanus subconsciously tightened his grip on her and rocked his hips letting out a small moan in his sleep. The sound of it near her ear caused her breath to hitch and her hips to press a little firmer. Delicious flashbacks of the day before started to fill her mind as she imagined him running his hands over her, prepping her. She could feel his cock stirring and expanding further between them and she whimpered. His face shifted and nestled into her neck, his nose bumping just behind her ear. Zorah sucked in her own breath as she felt his hot breath blow over the crook of her neck. In fact, that heat was being replicated between her legs with every steady breath that blew over her. She rubbed her thighs together slightly, trying not to arch her back too much as she attempted to alleviate the passion before it got out of her control.

"Zorah," Silvanus' throaty whisper sent both a chill down her spine and luscious tingles down her neck. Fear won out and she froze mid squirm.

Silvanus cleared his throat a little and tried again, "Zorah, I am not sure if you are aware of what you are doing, but I can both sense and smell your body reacting, and it will get very hard for me to not use my powers on you if you keep this up,"

Zorah let out a conflicted cry and peeled herself off him and tightened herself into a tiny ball just inches away from his throbbing erection. 

However, while withering in her own dilemma, she felt Silvanus take a fistful of her hair and draw it to his face. He let out his own groan as he buried his face in her hair, twining the strands round his fingers and making a tight fist as he held it there. The fine hairs at the base of her neck were pulled in just a way that Zorah let out a passionate gasp as the prickling sensation shot to her core.

Making up her mind in that instant, Zorah cried out Silvanus' name and a request, "Please! Please Silvanus, promise me you won't touch me," The groan he let out came from deeper in his chest. And he clutched her hair tighter against his lips. "Please, Silvanus, I need an answer. Promise you won't touch me,"

Hands shaking ever so slightly with the forced control, Silvanus took one more deep whiff of her hair, and spoke with them dancing on his lips before letting the silky strands go, "I promise Zorah, I won't touch you," Silvanus untangled his fingers and started to draw away from her. However, the second she was free, Zorah twisted in the bed and threw back the blanket, her hand coming to rest on his chest to keep him from leaving.

Silvanus' brow began to furl, but Zorah was not about to explain. After all, he did not warn her last time. Eyes locked into his, Zorah began pulling at the tie to his pants. She saw the panic spread across his face and his hands came up to push her away. She shook him off, never letting go of the ties, and winced in pain as she stretched her wounds, This reaction, thankfully, was enough to make him pause and she reminded him of his promise.

Seeing his mouth open and close like a fish out of water in response to her reminder, Zorah smirked and finally freed the poor bird from the laces. When she finished staring him down and was sure he was not going to interfere, Zorah took her hot gaze off of Silvanus' eyes and turned it to her catch. She had felt it against her, and had felt it spring free, but she was not prepared for what she saw and her eyes opened like saucers.

It is not that it was large beyond belief or anything as unrealistic as that, but just the ability his cock had to stand up at attention like that was mesmerizing to her. It was a little bigger than she had pictured in her mind, and honestly than she felt he portrayed with his antics the day before. But the mushroom head was not at all shaped like the pictures in health class. Part of the skin was pulled up and cradling the top part that usually looked like a mushroom cap. It looked like it was being eaten, or peeking out of a sleeping bag.

Curiosity got the better of her and she poked it. "Whats that?"

Silvanus twitched at her touch and she giggled, poking at it again, "Hey!" Silvanus exclaimed, shifting under her, "What's what?" there was an edge of panic to his voice.

"This, Zorah said gently pulling at the skin, leaning her face in close to see it stretch,"

"Okay, get off!" Silvanus' voice took on an odd tone, and he grabbed at her shoulders.

"What?! No!" Zorah took a firm grip of his penis and leaned in, pulling it against her like she was trying to keep a toy away from another child. "It's fine, there's nothing wrong, its just different than the diagrams at school!"

"Diagrams?!" Silvanus exclaimed, pushing at her more.

"You said you wouldn't touch me!" Zorah hollered gripping tighter, Silvanus let out a strangled cry and let go. Zorah immediately loosened her grip and kissed the head lightly in apology. Silvanus gasped in surprise. "I'm sorry," she whispered, unsure if she was apologizing to him or his penis. Or if there was a difference at that point. "It's just different than the pictures," Zorah repeated, looking up at his face. "Its my first time seeing a real one,"

Silvanus closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths and slowly looked at Zorah, "I am not sure what to think, but you look so cute down there clutching me that I am just going to pretend this is all something normal," Zorah felt a blush rising to her face as he continued. "That is my foreskin, it keeps me protected and clean, some men have it removed at birth, in some places that's more common and it must be that way where you live,"

Zorah felt her blush spread to her ears, "Oh," she heard herself say in a tiny squeak, "You're uncircumcised," Silvanus' eyes rolled back in his head as she pulled gently on his shaft and the skin rolled away to expose more of his purple head. Zorah planted another kiss on it and was pleased when his breathing hitched.

"Zorah, we don't need to do this," Silvanus tried, but Zorah wrestled away a smirk and darted her tongue out to taste him. She was rewarded with a small bead of liquid leaking from his head. She licked that up and twirled it around on her tongue, not entirely sure what it was but supposed it was like her own juices. Holding his shaft in two hands, Zorah decided she liked the flavor and began licking at his head like it was an ice cream cone. Silvanus began a few more protests, but they all began to die off into incoherent thoughts.

Satisfied with his flavor and the amazingly soft texture of his head on her tongue, Zorah began slowly exploring the shaft with her hands. She began to pump up and down and started to lick in time to her thrusts. Suddenly, Silvanus was fisting her hair again. Zorah pulled her mouth away to remind him of his promise but when she saw the look of his face, Zorah knew his body was moving on its own. She felt his hips start to thrust jerkily against her hands and turned back to her work, when she started to feel him tense Zorah backed off, His erratic breathing and the way his hips followed her hands told her she was right in assuming that he was close, looking up at him again to find his eyes closed, she called his name gently, his hips stilled and his eyes flicked open, meeting hers, hazy with lust.

Zorah could feel a tingle starting at her scalp like he was starting to use his magic, probably to diffuse the passion and she swallowed quickly, licked her lips, and maintaining eye contact, plunged her mouth down over his cock while suddenly pistoning her hand over the base of his shaft. Hollowing her cheeks as she sucked , it apparently didn't matter that she bumped him slightly with her teeth in her inexperience because on the third bob his head snapped back and she started to feel it jerk and throb in her hand and his fist in her hair pulled her up and away.

Almost.

Zorah heaved herself back down and managed to catch almost everything in her mouth. Holding onto most of his cum for a moment Zorah decided she liked the first juices better and swallowed down her salty treat. Looking up as she was licking at a little trickle at the corner of her mouth, she saw Silvanus' surprised look, and covered her mouth with the back of her hand, starting to shrink backwards she realized Silvanus still had her hair in his hand.

"Did I do something wrong?" Zorah asked quietly. Then fear spread, "My teeth didn't hurt you did they?!"

In answer Silvanus pulled her up to him, said "No," and kissed her chastely on the lips. He then paused, licked his own, tilted his head slightly, cradled Zorah's face in his hands, and finished licking off the corner of her mouth. "Odd taste," he said simply, letting Zorah go. "What is wrong?" he asked, "You're as red as a beet,"

"Did you just taste your own sperm?"

"Yes," he said slowly, "You looked like you were enjoying it,"

"I liked the first stuff better," Zorah found herself admitting.

"The precum?" Silvanus said thoughtfully.

Zorah sat back on her haunches and lifted her hands in the air for a good stretch. Her tight muscles protested with a pleasant ache, and her wounds were tolerable. "I don't know if it is because I was with you all night or because they are healing, but I barely hurt compared to before."

"Let me see," Silvanus requested. So Zorah pulled her loose shirt up and over her head. Zorah saw Silvanus panic slightly when she leaned up on her knees and arched her back to get her tangles mass of hair free from the shirt collar. Admittedly she lingered in the pose a few seconds more than necessary, feigning difficulty. His eyes had locked on to her slightly loose breast bindings during the display, but quickly shot off to the wall as she finished.




Raising Beautiful 05



"How do they look?" Zorah asked, trying to layer the double meaning. Silvanus' eyes flicked to hers and a mischievous smirk slowly played across his lips.

"Not enough is showing to tell," Silvanus said, his tone of voice obviously showing he was playing into the game. Zorah turned slightly, cupped one arm around herself to draw her shoulder forward and cover the front of her breast as she loosed the binding further with the other. She took a deep breath to both enhance her chest and help the fabric strips fall where she wanted them. Containing her grin as she successfully managed to expose both the wound on her shoulder and the side of her breast, Zorah made her best pouting face and silently asked if that was better. "Ahh, thank you. It is looking," Silvanus thought for a moment to find the best word to describe both areas at once. "remarkably pale and smooth,"

"Smooth?" Zorah asked, prodding.

"Let me check," Silvanus traced his fingertips up Zorah's arm and over her shoulder. He trailed them down along the side of her breast and across her ribs until they came to touch the wound. Zorah saw his gaze change as his eyes actually lingered on her wound. "Actually," he said, his voice quite sober, "Zorah, these look almost healed, like it happened weeks ago! Did you do anything to them that I don't know about?"

"No," Zorah said, craning her neck. "Look isn't there a little bit of blood where that one reopened when we were coming back from the bath, is it healed there too?" Pulling at her bindings, and finally removing them it became apparent that all of her wounds were either healed and gone or well on their way with no risk of reopening or possible infection. "Is this my magic?"

"Shouldn't be. I was told that was something to do with your voice," Silvanus said from behind her, he was trailing his hands over her, trying to find some hint.

"Is it yours?"

Silvanus paused looking off for a moment, "Shouldn't be that either, I mean I rarely scar, or get sick when things happen, I can stop bleeding if I touch things, but this? No, I've never done something like this, that's what my brother does,"

Zorah's stomach rumbled and interrupted their musings.

"Should we see what Liz has for breakfast?" Silvanus asked, holding out Zorah's bindings. Zorah pushed them away, enjoying the freedom her newly healed wounds allowed. She put on her tunic and didn't try and stop her breasts from swaying as she did so. Silvanus' eyes watched her display closely and his thumb rolled over his fingertips again.

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" Silvanus asked, tossing the bindings aside.

"That thing with your fingers, I have seen you do it off and on since I got here," Zorah said demonstrating,

Silvanus stepped up to Zorah and pushed her shoulder to get her to turn around. He pulled a bit at her hair to tame the wild curls and most likely hide the evidence of what they had been doing, "I do it whenever I want to touch something I shouldn't,"

Zorah took a deep breath and boldly stepped back over the sexual line, "Like my breasts?"

"Mmn," Silvanus hummed, pulling away from her and walking to the door, "but usually your hair,"

That was not the response she was expecting. "My hair?"

"Yes, I have always had a strong fascination with hair. The fact that I woke up with your hair in my face, smelling of my soap, is probably the largest contributing factor of why I wasn't able to turn down your advances this morning."

Zorah found herself pulling at a patch of hair behind her ear, experimentally twisting the strands over her fingertips. As she was walking past Silvanus and towards the stairs, she pulled the hair up to her nose and sniffed it quietly thinking about how the smell was very similar to when she buried her face in his chest. There was a barely audible groan from Silvanus and Zorah flushed red before dramatically clutching her head and cackling "Its mine! All Mine!" as she twirled down the stairs in giddy fashion.