Odile the Ascended Apprentice


Odile came in through the door, the red wind from the Skybreen trying to force the old wooden door off its hinges. She pushed against it until it slammed shut, taking the unimaginable cold with it.

The young woman pulled her fur coat close to her, and looked around the room for any sign of the professor. As she climbed down the stairwell, she could see large blocks of ice, each sitting at 5 points. It was like a star, but the reason for it all, she didn’t quite understand.

It was hard to understand anything professor Heidirk did. When he found her, asking for a young woman as a research assistant, Odile was prepared to do just about anything. Instead, all he ever required of her was dictating his notes on odd happenings across Kaldheim, or trekking through the snow to pick something up for him.

“Professor?” She called. It bounced through the tower, echoing back to her.

There was the sound of something crashing to the floor, it came from above her.

She climbed up another set of stairs, this one going up the old stone tower. As she passed one floor, she saw the menagerie. It was filled with odd creatures, a one-armed creature with no eyes, a toothy monster that rattled its jar, and a goblin that was red and tortoise-like. 

On the next floor, she had to go through another heavy wooden door, in there the winds of Kaldheim were creating a flurry through the room.It seemed the professor had gone to the roof, and there was a broken glass jar there at the base of another stair that went to the roof. 

“Are you out there professor?” She called up. She was freezing already, and didn’t really feel like going outside.

A young face appeared at the door looking down at her, “Odile, dear, you must come up here.”

She let out a sigh and climbed out to see him.

On the roof were all sorts of instruments, mostly different sorts of wind vanes, each colored for their respective winds. They turned this way and that, as the 5 winds blew over the top of the tower.

“Look at it,” Heidirk said, seemingly unaffected by the wind, “Isn’t it amazing.”

She held her arms close and tried not to sound angry as she said, “Professor, it is great, can we go inside?”

He looked at her, then at the instruments, “Yes, we better. Much work to be done.”

They went back in and closed the door, “Downstairs,” He said.

They went back to the bottom floor, and the professor ran over to a table covered in different knives and pens. He scribbled something on a scroll, murmuring to himself.

“So,” Odile said, “You wanted me to be here today. Is there something you need?”

“Yes yes,” He said, “Something very specific, so I’m so glad you’re here.”

He seemed excited, especially for a day this cold. Odile just tried to enjoy the relative warmth of the basement floor, fighting back the final bits of the nipping cold.

Heidirk walked over and handed her a vial of something blue, “Please, drink this.”

She looked at the liquid with suspicion, but the professor had never lead her astray so far.

“I bet you’ve always wondered why I would have my lab so deep into barbarian territory,” He said as he went back to his scroll, “I must have seemed mad when I first lead you here so many months ago.”

Odile sipped at the drink, nearly threw up the acidic mess, then groaned, “Yeah professor, ‘seemed’ mad.”

“This is where the 5 winds meet, Odile,” The professor said, bringing over a scroll with a diagram, “This is their exact center, and the only place I can perform this important ceremony.”

As far as Odile understood, there was no such thing as a meeting point of the winds. The 5 winds, each as powerful as the other, were chaotic. They ruled Kaldheim, the red bringing the barbarians and cold flame of the north, and the black wind of death from the south, they all brought trouble. Odile used to live in a village with a healer, and she remembered when the white wind blew, the woman’s healing powers weren’t available. Considering the storms, it was a wonder the woman could call herself a healer at all.

The professor’s chart was too complicated for her to read, she was just a young girl who was glad she was getting paid for something besides intimate favors. 

“This is a place of strong power,” He said, “So I’m going to have you take your coat off.”

She finished drinking the vial when she heard him ask her to remove her coat. It seemed odd, but she shrugged, and took off the large fur coat. The room had warmed enough that she saw no problem with it.

The professor was circling her now, which was making her nervous. She was down to just her overshirt, a long and loose thing, her skirt beneath, and heavy fur boots. 

“Okay,” He said, “Now please remove your top.”

Odile took a breath and looked at the professor. In all the time that she was here, months of work at his side, he had never shown the slightest interest. Now, somehow, he suddenly wanted to strip her bare.

He looked at his scroll again while she pulled the top off, “I believe that this ceremony may tap into an untold power. I’ve often noted how things seem to come from other realms, other planes of existence. You’ve seen me collect them. I think to connect to that requires a special power, a spark if you will. I hope to tap into that.”  

Her top fell to the floor, and she covered herself with her arms. The professor came over, a researcher’s eye staring at her arms.

“Don’t be modest woman,” He said, “This is science, let me see.”

“I don’t think I understand,” She said, “Why do I have to strip?”

He shook his head, “Do you really think you’ll understand if I explain it again?”

She looked down at the floor, “No, sir.” Her arms fell to her sides.

Her breasts were, to put it simply, full. It was a shameful topic for her. Men would notice them first, before anything. Including her abilities with an axe, or even her skill at tending the field.

The professor got so close she was afraid one of her nipples would take his eyes out, then he put a hand beneath her right breast. With a motion, he lifted it, as if weighing, then let it fall again. He repeated the motion, and Odile had to look away from him.

“Professor.” She whispered.

He took a nipple between his fingers, and tweaked it. In response, the sensitive flesh began to grow, poking out toward him.

“Exquisite,” The professor said, “You will definitely serve the cause well.”

“What cause?” Odile said, “What does this have to do with the work we are doing here?”

The professor went over to one of the slabs of ice around the room, and cleared the side with his hand. Frozen inside, was an artifact. She didn’t know what it was, but it looked like a blue stone, large and shimmering. 

“The winds are focused here,” The professor said, “And I have 5 artifacts of great power. The last thing I need is an event of great power. Which is where you come in. I intend to take you, Odile.”

The woman looked at the professor with a blank expression.

The man groaned, then put his scrolls down on the table, “Maybe you should just lay down and spread your legs.”

So this is what it came to. Odile thought she had avoided a job that required being on her back, and here she was. She laid down on the carpeted center of the room, keeping her knees tight. The professor started to strip off his pants.

It wasn’t as if she didn’t like the professor. It was what made her go with him the first time they met. For a ‘professor’, he was young, strong, and sometimes charming. 

“Please try to keep your legs wide open, and welcoming.”

Sometimes charming. He was eccentric, and that was something for a girl who grew up around farmers and hunters. Odile spread her knees as the professor came over. The man seemed, lost. 

Odile sat up, “Do you need some help?”

“Of course not,” He said, “This will do fine.”

She shook her head, and reached out to touch his half-erect member. It was warm to the touch, and her fingers slid over it like a woman caring for a crying child. She scooted closer, and put her tongue to it, sliding over the length as it squirmed to grow. When it reached its full height, she let it loose.

“All set,” She said with a wink. Then she laid back again.

The professor lay over her, and she wrapped her arms around him, “You seem experienced at this.”

“Just enough,” She replied.She wasn’t a harlot, she was just prepared.

“So,” He said, pushing forward.

Odile squealed, “No, no.” Then she lead his hands down to her lower lips.

His fingers touched her, and he gasped in realization. Then his curiosity took over. His fingers touched over her flesh, and Odile let out a soft moan as he found her little button. A blush came to her cheeks when his first finger found its way inside her. Then she couldn’t stop him from inserting another. He pushed them in rhythm, a slow motion that made her okay with being the focal point for his whatever ceremony of great something.

When he pulled his fingers out, she looked and saw that he was examining her wetness still left there. He sniffed it, tasted it, and Odile blushed red.

“Here,” She said, taking his finger and putting it in her mouth. When she sucked, he shivered from head to toe.

“Okay,” He said with didactic excitement. He pushed himself against her, the correct hole this time, and filled her with ease.

Odile moaned, “Good job professor.”

He smiled, then let it fade, “No time, we have work to do before the winds change.”

As he began to move, his expression changed. Now it was his turn to blush. It was obvious he hadn’t felt a pleasure like her in his whole life. Maybe he was right, and maybe this could be some great moment that would change his life. But for her, it was a chance to make it with professor Heidirk.

“Touch here,” She said, directing his hand to her breasts. 

He massaged it under his fingers, which sent trembles through her body. His other hand joined the first, her chest being teased by his fingers. For a beginner, it was impressive work. He was a quick study.

The professor was moving faster now, and each thrust was bringing Odile closer to her own special moment.

“I think it is coming,” The professor groaned, and at first she thought that the fun was over. Then she looked around the room and saw what he meant.

The 5 artifacts were giving off their own wind, a visible burst of colored air, red, blue, black, white, green, that was circling around them, flowing over their bodies. She could feel it now, flowing into her, building up.

It was as if the magical mana was confirming what she already knew, if they continued on this track, something wonderful would happen. The professor was pushing harder, his face a red glow, his eyes closed as he slammed into Odile over and over.

Odile’s whole body was wrapped in pleasure. His fingers were stroking joy from her chest, and his thrusts slamming desire through her body. She moaned, and closed her eyes, and then instantly opened them again.

“Professor?” She gasped in shock.

“Not now, Odile,” He groaned, thrusting deeper, penetrating her further.

The sensations forced her eyes shut again, and she saw it once more. Distant realms of existence, foreign mountains of green, thundering mountains with dragons atop them, impossible creatures taller than any mountain in Kaldheim.

She opened her eyes and returned to the primal pleasures of the room. The 5 artifacts were now glowing white, she could barely see the professor above her, but she could feel him within. His body was growing within her, his pulsing member prepared to climax at any moment.

“Professor,” She said, “I think something is happening.”

“Shut up, Odile,” He said, “Shut up and help me ascend!”

In that moment it struck her, like lightning. Her toes curled as the tide of pleasure hit, her mouth unable to close as a moan shook the room. The professor climaxed as well, and she could feel him pouring into her, filling her.

Something else was filling her as well. The artifacts in the room were pouring their energy into her. At once she understood it, intuitively. The five points of mana, artifacts from alien planes, the infinite blind eternities that divided here and there. 

The professor collapsed on top of her, and Odile put a hand to his back, enjoying the moment of intimacy.

“Did it work?” He whispered.

Odile opened her hand, and a spark of flame erupted there. 

“I think it did.”

The professor sat up and looked at her hand, “What?” He gasped.

He opened his hand, and nothing happened. He closed it, and tried again.

Odile caused a second snap of flame, “Amazing.”

“No, no, no!” The professor exclaimed, “It was supposed to be me. Why would the power flow to you, you’re just a…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but she could read the answer on his face. A slut, whore, fool. 

Odile stood up, wiping herself clean. She felt strong, and satisfied. Despite the sordid fluid dripping from between her legs, she knew that she was more powerful now than she had ever been in her life.

“Odile,” The professor said.

With a blink, she was gone.

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It was nearly a week later, and professor Heidirk sat in his study. All the candles were out, and his notes were scattered across the room.

The man sat on the floor in the corner, his arms crossed and head low. If there was anyone there to listen, they would have heard him repeat the same thing over and over, “It was going to be me.”

The room briefly erupted in light and the smell of burnt leaves.Standing there in the center, not wearing much more than when she left, was Odile.

“Odile,” He gasped as he stood, “What happened to you?”

She smiled, ran over, and hugged the professor.

“I went far away,” She said, “To places like you wouldn’t imagine.”

The professor’s expression went dark, “Why would you come back to this place? It is so cold, and dark, why ever come back?”

Odile held the professor close, kissed him softly, and said, “Because you’re here, professor. I have a lot to show you, questions only you can answer, and an itch I only want you to scratch.”

The professor smiled, and wrapped his arms around his apprentice.