Storiesonline.net ------- Teacher's Pet by Darkniciad Copyright© 2007 by Darkniciad ------- Description: Devan and Lauren, student and teacher, are the only two females in a school dominated by men who don't believe women have any business studying magic. When a rash of magic thefts prompt the closing of the campus, Devan loses her outlet for sexual energy with merchants passing through. Lauren would be more than happy to fill that void, but has no idea how Devan will react. Codes: MF FF Mult fant cons bi het oral mastrb creampie ------- ------- Part 1 Devan took a moment to wipe sweat from her brow and brush aside a strand of red hair that had strayed in front of her face. Taking a deep breath, she glanced around the room to relax her eyes, after staring at her worktable for several minutes to mix the ingredients of the fire-breathing potion. Although she found potion making tedious and felt it was a distraction from learning real magic, she knew that she had little choice but to follow the curriculum of the school. Deep down, she understood the necessity of the study and how it would prove useful to her in time. The rigid instruction of the school was the price she had to pay in order to learn the advanced magic available here. Taking another deep breath, she tried to chase away the edges of exhaustion still plaguing her. She should have completed this potion yesterday, but instead, she'd chosen to put it off in favor of finding some intimate companionship with a merchant passing through the town. Now she had just enough time to finish the potion before presenting it to her instructor at the start of his class. Picking up the vial containing the final ingredient, she poised it over the bottle to add the two drops that would complete the potion. As soon as she tipped the vial, she knew something was wrong. A drop fell before the liquid reached the lip of the vial. Stifling a curse, she tipped the vial back upright — too late. The bottle erupted in a hellish conflagration, obscuring Devan's vision and forcing her backwards into the wall of her room. As the flames died down, the twinkling light within a ring on her finger caught her eye. She'd only put on the ring of fire shielding because she liked how it looked. That bit of vanity had saved her from burns that would have penetrated the spell of fire shielding she'd prudently cast around her. Unfortunately, her room didn't have the same protections. The table smoldered, and her bed was in flames. Quickly speaking the words of a spell, Devan smothered the fires with blasts of ice-cold mists. Opening her hand, Devan examined the vial she still held. With the illusion now broken by the magical firestorm, she could see the carefully masked hole in the vial. "Aristel," she growled. One of her chief rivals in the school, he also had access to the storage cabinets each student used, due to his position as the instructor's assistant. Just as she knew who had caused the accident, she also knew why. She'd mastered the chain lightning spell before him, and he hadn't even attempted to mask the hatred on his face. Likewise, she knew she would never be able to prove his guilt in this, his most dangerous retribution so far. Even though he had access to the cabinets, so did many others. The hole could also be explained away as an imperfection in the glass that she had overlooked. Walking over to the table, she put down the vial on the scarred surface. The finish was ruined, but the table was otherwise undamaged. The bed, however, was a complete loss. She would have to replace that with her own funds. The sound of laughter prompted her to turn toward her door. She wasn't surprised to see two of Aristel's bootlickers walking down the hall outside. He wouldn't allow anyone to see him in the aftermath of his revenge, but he wanted witnesses. When Devan narrowed her eyes and took a step toward the door, the two young men's mirth immediately faded, and they increased their pace. By the time Devan stepped out into the hall, the mocking apprentices were already turning a corner at a speed just below a jog. She considered chasing them down and confronting them, but let out an irritated sigh and decided it wasn't worth her time. "What happened, Devan?" Devan turned at the sound of the familiar voice to see Mistress Lauren approaching from down the hall. A new instructor, recently arrived, Lauren was the only female on the staff of the school. She was also one of the few who understood — or cared about — the trials Devan endured as the only female student of the school. "The bastards drilled a hole in my vial and my fire breathing potion blew up in my face. They masked it with an illusion, and I should have noticed it," Devan answered. "It's fortunate that you're wearing the ring I gave you, then," Lauren remarked, nodding toward the band on Devan's finger. Devan nodded. "I've got to replace the bed, though. This isn't some harmless prank. If I hadn't been wearing this ring..." "We'll talk about it later. I'm afraid that a summons is about to sound." As if on cue, the magical chime echoed throughout the school. This chime ordered every teacher and student to the central courtyard. Devan had never heard it used in earnest, and it didn't bode well. Smiling, Lauren said, "I'll walk with you, and brush out your hair before we walk out into the courtyard. It's a bit of a fright." Devan shrugged and said, "I'm not all that worried about it right now." "I am. There are only two of us here, Devan. We always need to make an impression. Besides, you have such beautiful hair. It's a shame for it to look all frumpy." Devan nodded her acceptance and sighed. Lauren then took Devan's hand and led her down the hall toward the courtyard. ------- "She looked like she was about to explode, too," one of the young men informed Aristel. "Good. Too bad she didn't singe all her hair off," Aristel grumbled under his breath. "I don't know. I think this is going too far, Aristel," one of the young wizards said with obvious caution in his voice. Turning on his toady, Aristel fixed him with a hateful stare and said, "Are you going soft on me, Willard? If you breathe a word of this, I'll make sure..." Holding up his hands defensively, Willard quickly responded, "No. I won't say a word, I promise." "You'd better not. If I get caught in this, they'll start looking at other things. You'll all go down with me. I promise you that." Quick promises to maintain their confidence from Aristel's court of hangers-on were cut off by the sound of the summons to the courtyard. Letting out a little chuckle, Aristel waved and said, "Let's all go pretend to be surprised." ------- The Master of the school waited a few moments to give any stragglers time to reach the courtyard, and then ascended the dais at the head of the space to address the students and staff. "As you may or may not have heard, there has been a recent rash of theft within the town and surrounding area. All of the stolen goods are magical in nature, and the thief leaves no trace of his or her presence. Magical wards of all sorts have proven no more effective than common locks to prevent this thief from reaching his goal. "What you likely do not know is that this school now stands in suspicion of those crimes. I have been informed by the mayor of Destindale that accusations against us have surfaced, and are deemed credible by the city council. While I truly believe that none here are guilty of these crimes, I have chosen to assist in proving that to the city council." "He doesn't know some of his students very well," Devan muttered under her breath, staring daggers into the back of Aristel's head. Without even turning her head, or appearing to move her lips, Lauren admonished, "Now is not the time. You'll have your opportunity to expose him for what he is." Still fuming, but understanding the logic of remaining silent in light of the gravity of what she was hearing, Devan pushed her anger down. Raising his hands to call for silence, the Master of the school continued as soon as the murmurs from the crowd died down. "Therefore, I am closing this campus. I and two trusted Masters will attain necessities from outside the school. Everyone else is to remain on grounds, and not leave under any circumstances. Everything — and everyone — going in or out of this school will now be carefully inspected. Even as I speak, wards are being established to prevent teleportation, illusion, and any other such magic which might allow someone to enter or leave without detection. Once we have proven that none here is involved in these thefts, we will resume normal operations." Devan let out a frustrated sigh. She'd purposely avoided engaging any of the other students sexually, and had not done so with any of the staff since using her body to gain an audience with the Master in order to enter the school as a student. Now, she would have either to amend that personal rule, or suffer without any sexual satisfaction. In truth, virtually none within the walls struck her fancy, which only made the revelation all the more annoying. "We will need at least this day and night to lay in the necessary supplies to self-sustain within the campus. Until that time, no personal requests will be honored. Additional information is provided in documents which each of you shall find in your rooms upon your return. I trust this necessity will not last long, but it will be strictly enforced so long as necessary." With that, the Master stepped down from the dais. "Come, Devan," Lauren instructed. "What am I supposed to do now? My bed is a burnt up husk. Something tells me that they aren't going to consider that a necessity right now," Devan grumbled as she followed Lauren out of the courtyard. "You are correct. I do have a solution, however, if you are willing to share my quarters?" Lauren turned to Devan with a smile. "You have an extra bed?" Lauren chuckled. "No, but my bed is far larger than those provided to the students. I transported my own when I arrived here. It should be large enough for us to share until you can move back into your quarters. We could discuss magic and your troubles with Aristel more frequently, as well. I also have a bath — a real one that you can stretch out and relax in." "That's a hard offer to refuse," Devan admitted. "Then don't." "Thank you, Mistress Lauren." Reaching the door to her quarters, Lauren opened it and said, "I leave Mistresshanging on the door in my private quarters. Here, I am simply Lauren." Reaching inside to a table, she retrieved a key and handed it to Devan. "Until you can return to your own quarters, consider mine home. Go fetch what you need from your room, and then we'll work on completing your fire breathing potion before Master Clurent calls you to class again." Devan accepted the key and said, "I'll be back in a minute. I'll just throw enough things in a bag to get through the night and worry about the rest later. I want to finish that potion so I can actually work on something worthwhile." "I'll have everything ready when you return," Lauren said as she walked into her room. ------- "There. Finished with nary an explosion," Lauren said as she sat back in her chair. "Thanks for the help. I'd have needed three hands to finish this so quickly." "It is my pleasure. Why don't you take advantage of my bath? I should say that you've earned it — and you still smell a bit of smoke." Lauren's crooked grin indicated that the last was as much jest as truth. Letting out a little laugh, Devan said, "I think I will. I haven't had a real bath in a long time." "I believe I'll turn in and read for a while. I haven't taken much opportunity to relax of late, either." Seeing Devan walking toward a bucket, Lauren laughed and said, "No need for that. I only keep the bucket for carrying vegetables from the market. The tub is powered by magic. You only need to touch the red and blue rune marks to fill the tub with water of whatever temperature you desire." "You'll have to show me how you made it. I'm going to have one of my own some day, when I've made a place for myself." Lauren scoffed and said, "Such is not my area of expertise. This was a gift. I will be glad to tell you her name, however." "That's even better," Devan said and laughed. It took only a few seconds of experimentation to discern the workings of the tub, and Devan soon had it filled with steaming water. Turning back to her host, Devan saw Lauren turning down her bed after preparing a glass of water and a bowl of fruit on the bedside table. Reaching for the ties of her robe, Devan had to fight down a moment of self-consciousness. Inwardly, she chuckled at the absurdity of her feelings. If Lauren were a man, she wouldn't have even thought twice before removing her robe. She knew that her body had a power over men, and thus felt no hesitation in letting one see her unclad. Alone with a woman, however, she didn't feel the sense of power and succumbed to the natural feelings of awkwardness instilled in her by her conservative upbringing. Finding the whole thing ridiculous, Devan fought through the feeling and removed her robe. Letting it pool to the floor, she then stepped out of her panties and stretched out the kinks in her muscles before ascending the two short steps to enter the tub. Across the room, Lauren drank in the sight of Devan's body. From the moment she'd arrived here at the school to teach, she'd sought to find a way to discern whether the redhead harbored any attraction for members of her own sex. She well knew Devan's hunger for men, and wondered if she might have an equal appetite for a woman. Now, she felt she had the opportunity to look for those signs, and perhaps nurture them. Beneath her robe, Lauren's nipples stiffened to pebble-hard points. Between her legs, an aching tingle assaulted her. The momentary glimpses of Devan's full, firm breasts and the fine view of the redhead's heart-shaped bottom stoked Lauren's passions to a roaring flame. When Devan bent at the top of the stairs to test the water once more — revealing her sex trimmed in short red curls in silhouette against a light beyond the tub — Lauren could not suppress a slight shiver of desire or the need to touch her own tingling sex. As Devan sank into the water with a content sigh, Lauren untied her robe. As she let it fall to the floor, she said, "I know it isn't easy being a woman and using magic. I experienced much of what you are enduring when I was a young woman studying the Art. I believe you have the strength of character and skill to succeed, however." She dropped her panties to the floor as she finished. Looking up as the older brunette spoke; Devan couldn't help but notice the woman's body. Though Devan knew Lauren was at least forty years old, she hardly looked it. Her perky breasts still rode high and firm, with the tips sticking out — from the sudden shock of the cooler air, Devan assumed. When Lauren dropped her panties and reached into a drawer for nightclothes, Devan's eyes were drawn to the brunette's smooth-shaven sex. The sight was somewhat disconcerting, and yet somehow intriguing. Devan absently wondered how she might look with the carefully manicured curls removed from her own mound. It was only when Lauren turned back with her nightgown that Devan realized she was staring and hadn't responded. "I know I can do it. I'm better than half of the other students already." Her first test having yielded a positive sign, Lauren smiled and pulled on her nightdress. The thin material did little to hide the evidence of her erect nipples. "That's the spirit. You have to have more confidence and skill than most to manage in such a male-dominated world." Propping up a pillow against the headboard on one side of the bed, Lauren slipped beneath the covers and picked up a book. Putting on a pair of glasses, she said, "Just touch the silver rune when you're finished, it will drain the tub. You can stay up as late as you wish. I'm capable of sleeping through a calamity, let alone a guest." "I'll probably just go to bed. I have a test in targeted spell casting tomorrow," Devan responded as she wet her hair. "A wise decision. Enjoy your bath." Though appearing to read her book, Lauren actually watched each and every moment of Devan's bath, relying upon the enchantment of the glasses to mask her actions. As the magical glasses hid her eyes, so too did the mundane bed coverings and the bend of her legs hide her hand as it crept between her legs to massage her folds. She knew that she would push the boundaries even more in the days to come. ------- In a hissed whisper, Aristel urged, "Hurry up." "We're going to get caught. We should just wait until the Master lifts the restrictions," one of the other apprentices suggested as he oiled the hinges of the old cellar exit. "I'm not waiting," Aristel replied. "We're not going to get caught. Nobody even remembers that this is here. The wards won't prevent us from using invisibility once we're outside in the bushes, and you can't see anything through them. Now stop acting like a woman." "Fine, you go then. I'm not risking it," the other apprentice whispered. "Me either, it isn't worth it." "Go back to your beds then. Perhaps the Master will come tuck you in like the little girls that you are." Pushing upward on the cellar entrance, Aristel found that it made only a momentary squeak. Raising and lowering the door several times after the initial push confirmed that the oil had worked to silence the rusty hinges. Turning back to the other two young men, he said, "Don't forget to sweep away our tracks with a cantrip and put the boards back in place under my bed. If I get caught because of you two idiots, I'll make sure that you go down with me." With that, Aristel climbed up out of the cellar and closed the door behind him. A few whispered words later, he crept through the night under the cover of an invisibility spell. ------- Word quickly circulated through the school the next morning that another theft had occurred in the night. "So, do you think that the Master will let us out now?" Lauren shook her head as she combed her hair. "No, I'm afraid it will take more than a single obvious example to convince those who accuse us." Devan didn't suppress her exasperated sigh. "Wonderful." "I know it's frustrating, but perhaps something positive can come of this unfortunate confinement," Lauren offered, hoping that something very positive might occur between her and the beautiful redhead. "I'm not going to hold my breath," Devan muttered as she pulled out a clean robe and panties from the bag she'd brought from her chambers. "Your nightgown is rather daring," Lauren couldn't help but say, loving the way the thin material hugged Devan's buttocks and breasts. Now feeling at ease with Lauren, Devan twitched her eyebrows and struck an outrageous pose. "The boys like it, when they get to see it." Lauren laughed and said, "Ah, to be young again." "You're hardly a crone," Devan said in an offhand way as she pulled off the nightgown. "You're only as old as you feel, and I've seen more than one man watching you as you walk down the halls." "Oh, I know. Some of the lusty glances I've noticed are rather distracting. There are several handsome young men studying here. Have any caught your eye?" Devan smiled as she pulled on her panties. "I decided I'm not going to get involved with anyone studying here." What about someone teaching here? Lauren silently wondered. "A wise decision, and exactly why I make a point not to encourage those glances, no matter how flattering. It has made for some rather interesting dreams, however." "Well, dreams don't count," Devan said and punctuated it with a chuckle. She then sighed and said, "That may be all that I have for a while." Not if I have anything to say about it. Checking her hair one last time in the mirror, Lauren then said, "I'll see you this evening when I've finished with my classes." Devan nodded as she finished tying her robe. Lauren left for her classroom while Devan fixed her hair in preparation for her test. Even though the test would be outside in the courtyard, and her hair would likely be a mess by the time it was over, she had no intention of letting it start that way. As soon as her red locks were in place, Devan picked up her sack of spell components and made her way to the courtyard. A few of her fellow students were already present, but the largest group was arriving at the same time as Devan. As soon as the stragglers arrived in the courtyard, the instructor in offensive magic ascended the dais to begin the test. Student after student took their turn, most performing well, but none hitting every target in the timed test. Devan watched Aristel and his two hangers-on as much as her fellow apprentices hurling their spells. The three young men leaned in close, whispering and frequently glancing around to ensure nobody was listening. Glancing about as well, Devan inconspicuously touched an earring she wore — a gift from a lover — activating its enchantment. She let out a little snort of frustration when some ward around the three young men prevented her eavesdropping magic from working. She noticed that Aristel looked weary, as though he had not slept well. Devan's lips curled up into a smile. If her nemesis was tired, he might not have an easy time with today's test. Well-rested and confident in her ability, she believed that she might just have an opportunity to show up the arrogant wizard today as a measure of revenge for his vial-swapping trick. When Aristel's turn arrived, Devan thought at first that she had somehow misread the young man, as he hit every target with skill and speed. Hope surged within her when his final magical missile missed the target, just grazing the edge. While no other student had managed to even touch the difficult target, which required the caster to guide his or her missile in flight through a series of obstacles, Aristel's miss was still unusual. Devan's call came last, of course. This instructor shared the view of Aristel and many others in the school — women had no place studying the Art. He always made a point to call her first or last, to ensure that any mistakes she made stood out. Much to his chagrin, she usually disappointed him. He wore just the faintest hints of a smug smile today, as she had yet to succeed in hitting the final two targets in this test previously. Devan took her place wearing an equally smug smile. She had been practicing — frequently — and had rarely missed a target in the last few weeks. The words of her spells tumbled from her lips in strong, confident tones. Her gestures were flawless, and performed with the grace of a dancer. Each of her missiles struck the target dead center, and she had extra time remaining to take care with her final two difficult shots. She ignored the chance to take a breath and launched into her spell immediately. Her next missile also struck the target in a cascade of sparks at the bulls-eye. Once again disregarding the time available to her, Devan launched her next missile. Concentrating, she guided the mystic bolt through the obstacles, striking the target. The shot was a little off-center of the bulls-eye, but easily as close as any strike Aristel had ever made. Surprised — and in some cases reluctant — applause rose up from the gathered students. Devan nodded to her fellow apprentices, and then took a bow, ensuring that she made eye contact with both her instructor and Aristel as she did. Aristel's face was red with rage, and Devan could see the veins standing out in his neck even from across the courtyard. Oh, this is better than an orgasm, Devan thought as she swept the hem of her robe in a flourish while walking back toward the doorway into the school. ------- "Well done, Devan," Lauren whispered as she watched the redhead stride confidently back into the school. Turning away from the window, she crossed the room to her assistant. When she reached him, she said, "I have some private business to attend to this evening, so you will need to take over the last half of my final class." "Of course, Mistress," he acknowledged with a nod of his head. Lauren returned to her place at the head of the class, finding it difficult to concentrate in the face of the private business she had planned for this evening. ------- Devan returned to Lauren's room after her final class in a fine mood. She carried with her a scroll scribed with a new, powerful offensive spell — her reward for her performance in the test. Though excited by the prospect of studying the spell, that feeling was overshadowed by the state of arousal she always experienced whenever she proved her abilities as she had in the courtyard at the start of the day. She had little doubt that her panties would require extra scrubbing due to her almost constant state of arousal since her magical missile struck the final target. Normally, she would have dropped the spell scroll in her room and immediately sought out a merchant or other handsome man in the town to fulfill her sexual needs. Because of the order to remain in the school, this was impossible. Knowing that Lauren's final class lasted over an hour after hers, Devan planned to do something she had not found the need to do in some time — pleasure herself. She had contained her needs all day, and she could no longer ignore them. Opening the door, Devan was surprised and slightly irritated to find Lauren already in the room taking a bath. "Welcome back. I decided to skip my final class today and treat myself to a leisurely bath. I just need to shave, and then you can have the tub if you wish." Managing to contain her irritation caused by sexual frustration, Devan responded, "Take your time. It's your tub, after all." Hearing a slosh as she sat down her scroll and bag, Devan glanced over to see Lauren lifting one shapely leg from the water to shave it with quick, practiced strokes. Devan had to wonder if Lauren knew some magic that reversed the ravages of age, because the woman's legs were as toned and smooth as her own. The second leg followed as Devan carefully stored some of her spell components that required special care. She couldn't help but look toward the tub on occasion, both fascinated and intrigued by the secrets that kept Lauren looking young. A stronger slosh of water caused Devan to turn toward the tub. Lauren stood up from the water and brought the razor to her mound. Though she couldn't see any from her vantage point, Devan assumed that the brunette was removing nearly invisible stubble. Lauren's pink folds just peeked from beneath her labia, catching Devan's eye. Like he rest of her body, Lauren's sex looked fresh and young. Feeling a tingle between her own legs caused Devan to feel uncomfortable. She pointedly averted her eyes and said, "I don't think I could shave down there. I get nervous enough when I get close while shaving my legs." "It's no different than that," Lauren argued as she parted her legs and manipulated her labia. "You just take your time at first, and it becomes second nature. I've fallen in love with the feeling ever since I was introduced to it. I just feel cleaner." She paused and looked around as though seeking eavesdroppers before continuing. "And the men absolutely devour it." The irreverent tone reminded Devan of her friend and former employer in the city, Lorelle. "The look — or it?" "Both," Lauren replied, and then laughed. She ran her fingers over her once again baby-smooth labia, parting them slightly in the process to reveal the pink folds beneath. "Much better." She then sank down into the water once more to rinse before standing up to exit the bath. Devan suddenly felt very self-conscious as the older woman stepped from the bath, droplets of water running down her skin. Larger drops hung from her stiff nipples for a moment, before falling against her taut tummy to run down to her sex. "You should try it, at least around the lips. If you've ever had a hair caught in your teeth, then you know how much of a treat it is for a lover not to worry about it." "I'll think about it," Devan responded without much conviction. Even as she said it, however, the thought did appeal to her in a way. She knew she would never shave completely bare, but she couldn't help but feel curious about how a man would react and how it would feel. "Feel free to use my razor. It's enchanted and will never lose its edge." "That I'll probably do. Mine is getting dull, and I can't even get a new one right now. My legs will end up looking like I ran through a briar patch," Devan said and rolled her eyes. "Well, we can't have that happening to such lovely legs. As I said, feel free. I'm going to relax and read something for pleasure tonight." Lauren smiled at Devan when the redhead nodded. She also had not failed to notice the slight flush in Devan's cheeks at various points during the conversation. Though she slipped into the bed with her book, she wanted nothing more than to cast caution to the wind and slip in next to Devan instead. ------- Devan awoke, tingling all over. Opening one eye just a sliver, she glanced over to see Lauren still asleep and almost breathed a sigh of relief. Sliding carefully out of the bed, she pulled on her robe over her nightgown and crept toward the door. The well-oiled hinges of the portal made no sound as she opened the door. Leaning up against the jamb, Devan had no idea where she was going — only that she needed to go somewhere. While erotic dreams were far from strange to Devan, the one that had awakened her was. In her dream, Devan had writhed and moaned under the ministrations of Lauren between her legs. Having never even considered such a thing before, the dream left her disconcerted. She could not, however, deny the tingling that continued to raise goose bumps on her flesh, or the wetness between her legs. Thinking about the dream only caused those sensations to grow stronger. Stepping away from the door, Devan walked toward her own room, having no real destination in mind. She simply felt the need to walk, and time alone to sort out her odd feelings. As she approached her door, the image of Lauren's tongue snaking out between her legs still flashing through her mind, Devan heard the hushed sound of voices. Recognizing the voices, if not the words, Devan increased her pace to reach the corner of the hall a few steps away. Upon reaching the turn, she risked a glance to see Aristel's two lapdogs walking away from his room alone, whispering to each other. Devan touched her earring, a wide smile spreading across her face when the enchantment worked. The two young men were not shielded by protective magic this time. "I'm not risking it." "We're missing out on our turns, though. Aristel might decide to cut us out completely. You heard him tonight." "Aristel might be able to talk his way out of it if he's caught. We would just pay the price without a chance to even explain... Shh!" Devan had heard the sound of a door opening as well, and ducked back around the corner. The action broke the spell of her magical earring, and by the time she peeked back out into the hall, the two apprentices were out of sight. She saw no sign of anyone else in the hall, and tiptoed toward Aristel's door out of curiosity. She noticed almost immediately that the wards on her nemesis' door were not active. For some reason, he had not restored the protective magic when his two cohorts left the room. If he's even in the room, Devan thought. Biting her lip, Devan glanced up and down the hall, carefully listening for any hint of a sound. When no evidence of anyone else presented itself, Devan whispered the words of a spell. With Aristel's wards down, she could spy into his room with a clairvoyance spell. The magic worked, revealing that Aristel was not in the room. His chambers looked much like her own, utilitarian with little evidence of his personal taste. As she was about to dismiss the magic, something caught her eye. While the bed was made, one side of the coverings was rumpled and out of place, as if someone had recently rummaged under the bed. A closer look also revealed some dust and bits of cobweb on the floor near that side of the bed. Raising her eyebrows and letting out an almost silent, "Hmm," Devan took one last look around the room. When nothing else struck her as out of the ordinary, she let the magic lapse and walked back around the corner to the door of her own room. Pausing, she thought, You're up to something, you ass, and I'm going to find out what it is. With a goal in mind, Devan forgot about her troubling dream, and took the opportunity to mull over the possibilities as she gathered up more of her clothing. Once she finished filling the bag, she returned to Lauren's room and slipped into the bed, drifting off to sleep with all sorts of schemes running through her head. ------- Feigning sleep, Lauren wanted to slide back beneath the covers to drink in Devan's scent again. When the redhead had awakened and left the room, Lauren had pulled the covers over her head to fill her lungs with the scent of arousal. When Devan's sounds of pleasure awakened her, Lauren knew that the younger woman was dreaming of something erotic. Aroused to almost maddening levels now, Lauren could only lie next to Devan, feeling the younger woman's warmth, and wonder what sort of dream had sparked such excitement in her temporary roommate. ------- A loud banging on the door awakened both Lauren and Devan a couple of hours before the normal start of the day. Lauren threw on a robe over her nightgown and answered the door. After a short conversation, she closed the door with a sigh. "We need to get dressed. Someone was just spotted skulking about in town, and our accusers want us all accounted for. I suppose we can hope they will find us all here and end this, but I doubt it." Devan thought, I wonder if they will find us all here? I think I could live with seeing Aristel taken to task if he doesn't answer his door. With that pleasant thought in mind, she rose from the bed to hastily dress and fix her hair. A few minutes later, she joined Lauren and several other heavy-eyed students in the hall. When the group turned the corner where Devan had listened the night before, she couldn't help but smile upon seeing one of the elder instructors banging on Aristel's door. From the small crowd gathering, including Aristel's two nervous looking hangers-on, Devan assumed that the instructor had been knocking for some time. Damn, Devan silently cursed when the door opened. "Why did you take so long to answer the door?" The instructor asked. "I sleep deeply, and unclad. What is the meaning of this?" While the instructor explained in clipped, irritated tones, Devan examined her nemesis and noticed a few cobwebs clinging to Aristel's robe. Pretending to walk past toward the room designated for the meeting, Devan glanced into Aristel's room and observed that the coverings of the bed were even more mussed than before on one side. One glance told her that the bed had not been slept in. With even more evidence, Devan proceeded to the meeting with the edges of a wicked smile turning up the corners of her lips. ------- As her final class wound down, Devan let out a little chuckle upon seeing Danell's stunned stare in her direction. She'd inconspicuously dropped a note in front of him as she passed, asking him to meet her near her room late in the night. While most young men would have thought the note pointed toward the possibility of a fine evening, Danell's expression revealed that he expected something far different. Shortly after entering the school, Devan had discovered that she had a nocturnal visitor. The mouse frequently perched at her bedside, and sometimes crawled beneath the covers with her as she slept. This all culminated in her awakening to find the creature attempting to drag off the panties she'd shed before crawling into bed. Casting a quick tracking cantrip, she followed the mouse back to its master, Danell. She'd found him stroking his fingers over the crotch of her panties and inhaling deeply of her scent. Upon confronting him, she'd agreed not to reveal his actions in exchange for the return of her panties and his performing some of the tedious tasks of the Art for her, such as herb grinding. No doubt, he expected that she now planned to extract additional conditions in exchange for her silence. Lauren offered a curious glance when Devan said she felt like walking for a while so late at night, but didn't ask any questions. Devan found Danell nervously walking near her room, exactly as the note had instructed. She crooked her finger and walked into her room, closing the door behind them when he entered to stare at the floor. Moving in close to him, Devan quietly said, "Relax, I'm still not going to tell anyone what you did. I'm wondering if I could convince you to send your little mouse friend somewhere for me, and not tell anyone about it." "Why?" "I just want a good look around without having to actually go in there. It took me a while to catch your little mouse, and I should only need once to find out what I want." Furrowing his brow, Danell said, "It wouldn't be easy to do because you would have to tell me what you want to see, and I'd have to explain it." "You could give me the spell," Devan suggested. "It's my brother's spell. He made me promise to never teach it to anyone." From the tone of his voice, Devan knew that even blackmail wasn't going to convince him to give up the spell. Danell obviously held a great deal of respect — and fear — for his brother. Devan turned to her most potent weapon, lifting his chin and smiling at him. Though she'd made a personal pact not to become sexually involved with any of the other students, she was willing to partially break that rule to get what she needed right now. "I think I can persuade you," she said in a soft, sultry voice. With her free hand, she reached down to untie her robe. His quick, hopeful glance at her hand let her know that she had him right where she wanted him. "I'll give you the panties I'm wearing. You just can't tell anyone about this. If you do, I will tell everyone what you did. This doesn't mean anything, and it's never going to happen again. You have something I want, and I have something you want — an even trade — that's all. Deal?" Danell's eyes popped wide open as Devan parted her robe to reveal her bare breasts and thin cotton panties. After a few days without any real satisfaction, Devan could feel wetness gathering between her legs as she tempted the younger apprentice. The thought of him sniffing her panties and touching himself only increased her level of arousal. Slipping her thumbs under her panties, she again asked, "Deal?" Snapping out of his stunned state of disbelief, Danell managed to mutter, "Deal." Feeling needy and a little wanton, Devan sultrily pulled down the cotton cloth in a slow tease. Danell's eyes moved from her bared breasts as she revealed the red curls on her mound and her moist folds. Even as the thin undergarment dropped to her ankles, Devan realized that she would need some small animal to cast the spell on once she got it. Stepping out of her panties with one foot, she lifted them from the floor with the other, giving Danell an even better look at the hidden pink treasure between her nether lips. Transferring her payment from her toes to her hand, she held the panties out to Danell. He didn't hesitate in the slightest when he took them, rubbing the slightly damp crotch between his finger and thumb. "I'm going to need something to cast the spell on. I suppose I'm going to need to borrow your mouse, too." Reaching down between his legs, Devan's eyebrows arched upward in surprise when she felt the size of his swollen manhood. She nearly gave in to her own need at that moment, but knew that he couldn't possibly resist bragging to someone if she did. Having always harbored some curiosity about whether she could make a man come with just her hands, she thought she had the perfect solution. Wriggling her fingers into his robe, she traced her fingers over his erection through his undergarments. "Okay, you can borrow him," Danell said in a rush. A sly smile spread across Devan's face. "That was a little quick. I haven't offered anything in trade yet." "I thought..." His face flushed with color, even as his manhood throbbed beneath her fingertips. "Too late, you've already made the deal. I don't think you'll consider it a bad trade, though." Tugging on the tie of his robe, she loosened the knot and parted his robe. When she pulled down his underwear, the sight of him confirmed her estimation of his size. Once again, she nearly succumbed to temptation, and once again, she resisted. Wrapping her hand around the swollen organ, she slowly stroked it while cupping the dangling orbs beneath in her other hand. "Not a word to anyone — ever — or we stop right here." Danell nodded enthusiastically and let out a long groan. "And be quiet," Devan admonished. He clamped his mouth closed and nodded again, his hips twitching and his cock swelling in Devan's stroking hand. Letting her hand rasp over his turgid flesh a little faster, Devan leaned in to whisper, "Does that feel good?" "Yes," he responded in a stifled grunt. "Good," she purred and once again increased the speed and pressure while stroking her fingers over his jewels in her other hand. The pace of his breathing steadily increased, as did the frequency of the pulsing throbs in his manhood. A dribble of pre-cum dripped onto Devan's hand, prompting her to lick her lips and nearly bring her hand to her mouth to taste him. Once again, she resisted. Noticing his eyes locked on her breasts, jiggling from her ministrations and tingling from her own arousal, she huskily whispered, "You can touch them, but that's all." He reached out almost before she finished speaking, sighing as his fingers brushed over the firm globe of her right breast. His fingers moved to her nipple only a moment later, relieving some of the almost painful tingling from her arousal that Devan felt. After a quiet moan, Devan said, "That feels good." From the sounds of his rapid breathing and the look in his eyes, she doubted he even heard her. Devan stroked him even faster, her mouth watering as she watched the purple helmet of his cock swelling above her pumping hand. She'd never actually watched a man reach his peak before, and found the thought exciting. Hearing him groan, she looked up to see his eyes and mouth both tightly closed. She looked back down as his muscles tensed, just in time. A thick stream of semen spurted from him, arching up to spatter over her hand and leaving a sticky trail on his chest. A second spurt followed, and then a final welling of his seed coated the tip of his organ and her still slowly stroking hand. His knees were wobbling, and his whole body trembled. Fascinated by the sight, Devan kept stroking his shaft until he had to remove his hand from her breast to catch his balance. She uncurled her hand from around his shaft and brought her fingers to her lips. Still panting for breath, Danell watched her lick his semen from her hand and shivered. Her own aching need overwhelmed her, and she grasped his hand to pull it to her sex. Extending two of his fingers, she thrust them into her depths. After a pair of instructional tugs, he caught on to her desire and stroked the digits inside her. Still licking his cream from her fingers and savoring the bitter, salty taste, Devan rubbed her bud with her free hand. Only a few seconds later, she bit her lower lip as she too climaxed. As her strength left her, she and Danell both sank to their knees to fight for breath. Devan let out a sharp gasp as his fingers slid from inside her in the process. Grasping his wrist, Devan pushed Danell's fingers upward toward his mouth. He sucked them, tasting her juices. At the same time, Devan picked up her panties, now lying on the floor at his feet with a dollop of his cum decorating the cloth. Careful to avoid his seed, she rubbed the cotton over her damp folds to coat them in her milky nectar. Pressing the panties into his hand, Devan struggled back to her feet. He remained on his knees, still fighting for breath and staring at her sex right in front of his face. The temptation to pull him between her legs was almost irresistible. "N-not a word to anyone, and you go fetch me the spell and the mouse now," Devan managed to get out. Danell nodded and struggled to his feet. "That was..." Devan shook her head, pulling her robe closed at the same time. "Just go. This isn't going to happen again. You should really get over being shy, because you have a nice cock and a soft touch. Now get dressed and go." Danell swallowed and nodded his head, bending down to pull up his shorts, also spattered with his semen. He managed to force his trembling fingers to function well enough to close his robe, and then walked slowly toward the door. He glanced back when he opened the portal, but Devan gave him a stern glance and waved him on his way. As soon as he closed the door, a quavering sigh bubbled from Devan's lips, and she let her robe fall open once more. Tightly pressing her hand over her sex, she shivered once more and brought her fingers to her lips to taste her own juices. After licking her fingers clean, she properly tied her robe and sat down to await Danell's return. Danell had mastered his breathing upon his return. He placed the mouse in its small cage and a copy of the spell on the table in front of her. He cast his eyes downward for a moment and said, "Thank you." He then hurried toward the door and out of the room. Devan smiled, imagining that he would likely come again in his own room very soon, probably with her creamy panties pressed to his nose. Mouse and spell both forgotten in the face of that image, Devan's robe opened once more. She reached another orgasm in her chair before returning to Laurel's room to sleep for the night. ------- Part 2 Devan skipped her classes for the day, a little surprised when Lauren offered no scolding whatsoever. The older woman had simply said, "Everyone needs a break now and then," before leaving. After feeding the mouse, Devan sat down to study the new spell. Only taking breaks to relax her eyes and for a quick meal, she felt the warm tingle that signaled she had mastered the spell in late afternoon. Although tempted to try the spell out immediately, she knew that a brief rest would help her recover from the strain of studying the spell, and that in turn would give strength to the magic when she unleashed it. Hoping to speed up her recovery, she lay down on the bed for a rare, brief afternoon nap. Though she slept longer than she had intended, Devan still awoke well before the end of classes for the day. She couldn't remember anything from it, but she'd obviously awakened from an erotic dream, considering the way she felt. Deciding that was the last distraction she needed at the moment, she walked over to the table to cast her new spell for the first time. Centering her mind, she took the tame little mouse out of its cage. The creature curiously examined its surroundings, but made no attempt to flee. It likewise didn't react when Devan cast the spell, obviously used to the odd words and gestures. When the magic sprang to life, Devan closed her eyes and concentrated. A little laugh and a smile marked her success when she could see through the mouse's eyes and direct its movements. She could sense that the magic worked especially well with the highly trained mouse, and decided that she would ask Danell to train a mouse for her to use with the spell. If he managed to stay quiet about their last transaction, she thought that she would enjoy the trade for that service as well. Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she nudged the mouse into motion. It crawled down from the table with the tenacious skill of the species, scurrying across the floor toward the door. Devan then discovered that she had some limited contact with the creature's mind when she sensed it seeking out a means to leave the room. After she gave the mouse free reign to explore, it quickly located a hole large enough to squeeze through to reach the space between the walls. From there, Devan offered general directional guidance, but otherwise let the mouse follow its instincts. If she had found this spell during the course of normal studies, she would have dismissed it as nearly worthless. Having found a need for the spell before gaining the magic, she had to admit that the way she judged the value of spells was rather narrow. In the back of her mind, she made a note to broaden her horizons. If other minor spells such as this could prove so useful, she would do well to study them. The mouse navigated the school with remarkable speed, rarely entering the areas where humans dwelled in favor of the hidden spaces of the building. Soon enough, it found a way to enter Aristel's room. At that point, Devan assumed tighter control, sending the creature directly toward the side of the bed she'd seen disturbed in her previous observations. Though naturally dark beneath the bed, Devan found she could utilize all of the mouse's senses to see perfectly. The creature naturally gravitated toward some loose boards beneath the bed. Devan nudged her charmed rodent toward the boards, and it quickly found the means to squeeze beneath the floor. Though far too long a drop for the tiny mouse, Devan knew that the distance was easily within reach of Aristel to access the long-sealed cellar below. At first, she could see no evidence of anyone having entered the cellar. Then, she recognized broken cobwebs and a single, partially obscured footprint. Deciding that she'd learned all she could at the moment with the mouse, Devan ordered it to return to her. When the creature arrived, she put it back in its cage and sat down to consider how to proceed. ------- Lauren returned that evening to find Devan pacing the floor. "You don't look like you spent the day relaxing," the brunette observed. Devan shook her head and said, "I learned a new spell, but I'm finding it has irritating limitations." Seeing the caged mouse on the table, Lauren guessed, "Animal control?" "Yes. I suppose I could find a different animal to charm, but I don't want cages full of animals to take care of all the time to deal with different situations. If I wanted to look after animals, I would have just stayed on the farm." A slight smile tugged at the corners of Lauren's mouth as she responded, "I suppose that has something to do with your lack of interest in herbs as well." Devan let out a short chuckle and continued to pace, lost in thought about how to overcome the barriers she'd encountered. The mouse had shown her enough to prove that Aristel was up to something, but she needed to get closer to find outwhat. Lauren asked, "Exactly what problems are you encountering?" Devan answered, "Well, I would either need to teach a mouse to fly, charm some sort of flying bug, or have some way to cast spells with the mouse as a focal point from a distance." Lauren knew immediately that Devan wasn't pondering possible problems she would encounter with the spell. The redhead was attempting to find a solution to something she'd already encountered. "The last is possible. You aren't the first to lament the difficulties presented by that spell, and one found a way to deal with it. There is such a spell that does exactly what you described as your last solution. It will allow you to cast spells over the charmed animal from any distance that you can control it, and even cast spells through the creature as though you were present in its location." That stopped Devan in her tracks. If she could work her magic through the mouse, she could disable the wards on Aristel's door and unlock it with ease. While such things were difficult — and nearly impossible to hide — from the outside of the door, they were simple from within the room. "Do you know the spell?" "Oh, of course," Lauren responded and winked. "I used to have a positively charming cat that everyone adored when I was young and prone to interest in gossip. The spell is very difficult. It wouldn't normally be considered within your ability for several years now. I have the feeling that your skill and determination will allow you to overcome those barriers, however." "So you'll teach it to me?" Lauren walked past Devan to the cabinet where she kept her spellbooks, patting the redhead on the bottom as she spoke. "Of course. You'll need to keep up with your regular studies, however. I won't allow this to interfere with the school curriculum. No matter how stifling I find the course of study here, I'm obligated as one of the instructors to follow it." "I understand," Devan said with obvious excitement in her voice. The older woman pulled out the appropriate volume and flipped to the page with only the slightest glance, the pages of her spellbooks so familiar to her that she could almost determine what page she was on by the simple touch of her fingers. "We'll copy the spell this evening, and you can look over it a little. I would suggest that you don't attempt to start on it tonight, however. I have a few bottles of wine stored away, if you'd like to take the opportunity to relax a little tonight?" "Sure, why not," Devan responded, hoping it would take her mind off her steadily building sexual frustration. She'd gone longer without sex before, but never because she had no choice. A short while later, while examining the copied spell, Devan had to agree that the inflections and gestures of the spell were going to prove difficult. Like Lauren, she had confidence that she could overcome those barriers to learn the spell, however. When Lauren returned to the room with her wine and two glasses, Devan put the spell aside for the evening. Lauren guided the conversation, starting first with the common ground of things magical. After a while, she moved the conversation on to womanly discussions, eventually turning the topic toward sex. The brunette instructor could barely contain her desires as Devan relaxed enough to openly discuss intimate details of sexual encounters later in the evening. Lauren took many opportunities to touch the younger woman during their conversation, and found that Devan didn't flinch away or react at all. In the end, she had to excuse herself as Devan prepared for bed, quickly making her way to her private office to tame the heat between her legs with her fingers. ------- Devan kept her promise, maintaining all her normal studies while concentrating on the new spell in all her spare time. As she watched the redhead study, Lauren had to amend her original estimation of the young woman's ability. Devan was picking up the difficult spell with ease beyond even Lauren's genuine endorsement of the young woman's skill. This revelation only increased the older woman's respect and desire for Devan by the day. Word arrived two days later that another theft had occurred on the road just outside town. Much to Devan's irritation, the Master of the school still did not relax the restrictions upon the campus. Concentrating on the difficult spell helped to distract her from that reality, and so she did so in every spare moment. Early in the evening of the following day, Devan pronounced the last word of the spell. She stiffened and trembled as a hot sensation of near orgasmic energy seemingly flooded her every pore. The feeling was far stronger than that accompanying any other spell Devan had ever mastered, leaving her feeling as though she were floating above her seat in the sensual caress of the magic. When the sensation finally faded, she slumped forward with a loud gasp, which caused Lauren to look up from her work. The older woman quickly crossed the room and asked, "The spell is yours?" Devan could manage only a weak nod, feeling as drained as if she had spent the entire day hurling the most powerful spells she knew. Covering the redhead's hand with her own, Lauren caressed Devan's fingertips and said, "Congratulations. That spell was far more difficult than anything you've previously studied, and you'll likely feel weak for an hour or two. Why don't you let me help you into the bath? I've always found that helps to speed my recovery." Her eyes heavy and feeling as though she barely had the strength to sit up, Devan muttered, "Okay," willing to try anything that might get her back on her feet sooner. Lauren had to assist Devan to stand, and support her faltering steps to the tub. The brunette then helped Devan out of her clothes, finding it nearly impossible to prevent her hands from straying to the younger woman's revealed skin. Devan sank back into the water with an exhausted sigh, letting her head rest on the edge of the tub. Lauren had to close her eyes and take a deep breath as she watched the water gently lap around Devan's breasts, the peaks breaking the surface of the water like two small islands. She turned and said, "I think it might be time for some wine. That always helps me recover as well, and I believe a little celebration is in order." Devan smiled and gave a small nod, letting the warmth of the bath seep into her body. Lauren returned with the wine and held out the glass to Devan, who took it and sipped with a moan of satisfaction. In her weakened state, it felt as though the alcohol went directly from her lips to her head. The warming sensation added to that of the bath to give Devan a little energy. Lauren took a sip of her wine and said, "As I said, I believe the curriculum is too restrictive — especially for one with as much talent as you. If you think you are up to the task, I would be willing to continue teaching you advanced spells. You will still have to keep up with your normal studies, of course." "That might keep me from feeling so bored and stifled around here. It will probably just make the rest of the men even more jealous for me to have private instruction, though," Devan said, and then rolled her eyes before taking another sip of wine. Lauren scoffed and waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Let them be jealous. Perhaps it will spur them on to greater achievement. You may very well be the best thing that ever happened to this school. The Master might just come to understand the advantages of teaching according to a student's skill, rather than an intractable set of norms." Devan laughed and said, "Let's do it then. I really do want to learn some truly powerful magic. I have no intention of being a footnote in history. I want people to remember my name." Twitching her eyebrows, Lauren said, "I have the perfect thing, then. You show a lot of promise in illusion magic. We'll start on the improved invisibility spell tomorrow. Tonight, we're just going to relax and enjoy each other's company, though." As her strength returned, the arousal Devan always felt when accomplishing a goal crept into her, building as well. "I'd like to go into town and enjoy some company about now. I always feel so hot when I master a new spell." Lauren already knew what Devan was feeling, evidenced by the stiffening of the redhead's blister-like nipples. Running her finger along one of Devan's legs, she said, "You would have a little work to do if you could go into town. You've neglected your legs a little the last few days, and they're rather like a briar patch." The slight touch of Lauren's hand sent a chill up Devan's spine and triggered a tingling between her legs and in her stiff nipples. "I bet I could make a man ignore it, but you're right, I'd never consider it." She then let out an exasperated sigh and added, "I wish they'd catch that thief." "The tide is turning. The other school is our primary accuser, and the townsfolk are now becoming suspicious of them. We've been under restriction, and yet the thefts continue." "I suppose I should shave while I'm in the bath anyway. It will only get worse if I exhaust myself studying every night again." Putting down her nearly empty wine glass, Devan reached for Lauren's ever-sharp razor, but felt her head swimming. Catching Devan's hand in her own upon seeing the wave of weakness pass through the redhead, Lauren offered, "Why don't you let me? That's a rather delicate operation as weak as you are now." Devan shrugged and relaxed again. The thought of another woman shaving her legs was more than a little odd, but now that Lauren had brought it up, the long stubble was bothering Devan and she wanted it gone. She absently wondered if she might be able to teach some man to shave her legs for her. The thought of such pampering brought a smile to her lips. "Let me fetch something to make it easier," Lauren said with a wink and turned to walk toward a box that Devan knew contained all of the brunette's magical jewelry. Lauren turned back and slipped a ring on her finger. When she reached the tub again, she said, "Just relax. I'm going to use this ring of telekinesis to lift you up in the water a little so you won't be at an awkward angle." Devan nodded and then let out a surprised yelp as the magic lifted up on her bottom and legs, leaving her sitting on a perch with just an inch or two of water lapping over her body. Lauren laughed and said, "Are you comfortable? I can adjust it if necessary." Experimentally lifting her legs, Devan found that the invisible support felt softly relaxing beneath her. "It's fine. How did you manage such a complex telekinetic construct so quickly?" Lauren winked and said, "I've practiced with this magic quite a bit." For exactly this reason, and I've studied every contour of your body until mine ached, she added silently. Devan chuckled and took her last sip of wine. Before reaching for her razor, Lauren refilled Devan's glass and said, "Just enjoy a little rare pampering. You've earned it." "I won't argue with that," Devan said with a smile. Lauren lifted one of Devan's legs and drew the razor downward, leaving a stripe of baby smooth skin behind from the redhead's knee to her ankle. She then pushed outward, parting Devan's legs slightly to make another stroke. In the moment that Lauren pushed her legs apart, even such a short distance, Devan's memory flashed back to her dream of the older woman. As color flooded her cheeks, she also felt a sharp, urgent tingling in her sex. Though Lauren was clothed now, and not nude as in the dream, the two images merged in Devan's vision. No matter how hard she tried to ignore the sensations, they only grew stronger with each passing moment. By the time Lauren finished with her lower legs, Devan's heart rate had nearly doubled. She also had to carefully manage a starved breath to avoid gasping when she realized that she'd been holding her breath for some time. Lauren's excitement built even as she saw the signs of the same in the younger redhead. "You have such perfect legs," she softly said as she ran her fingertips over the redhead's freshly shaven calves. "Of course, they're simply a small part of a rather perfect whole," She looked up into Devan's eyes after speaking, but lingered just long enough on the redhead's sex and breasts as she glanced upward to let the younger woman notice. She then smiled and returned to her task without further comment. Devan had indeed noticed the glance, and felt her body responding to it. What is wrong with me? I really need to find a man if I'm getting worked up over a woman touching me. It's not as though anything could happen... Even as the final thought formed in her head, Devan remembered a night at the inn not so long ago. She'd had far too much to drink and sat chatting with a woman. As the conversation progressed, Devan recognized the signs she'd always seen in a man interested in her coming from the woman across the table. As soon as she'd realized what was happening, she'd retreated back to the school immediately. She'd awakened the next morning in soaked panties from a night full of erotic dreams. Though she'd tried to rationalize it as the result of not finding a man to bed that night, now she vividly remembered the stirring of her loins as she understood the other woman's desire. Devan's first instinct now was to take the razor from Lauren, finish shaving, and find some excuse to leave the room. As the brunette placed a hand on Devan's thigh, however, the words she was prepared to say would not come. Instead, she could do nothing but watch as Lauren shaved her upper legs, parting them far wider than before to reach every bit of stubble with the razor. Devan felt almost numb as she watched Lauren lift and manipulate her legs to shave them. The faintest hints of a shiver passed through her body when Lauren at last let her leg back down into the water. Putting down the razor, Lauren picked up a pair of dainty scissors and held them out to Devan. As much as she wanted to take the initiative in light of the signs she believed she was seeing, Lauren managed to curtail her desire. "I think you need a little trim. I can do it if you still don't feel up to it." Devan accepted the scissors and said, "Thank you," in a tightly controlled voice. With a last short glance at the curls between Devan's legs, Lauren moved away from the tub, fighting her instincts to take things one step further. Devan went to work with the scissors, finding it difficult to have her fingers so near her sex without sating the uncomfortable and disconcerting need there. ------- Devan tucked away her copy of the improved invisibility spell, saying that she didn't want to start on another difficult spell so soon after mastering one. Lauren agreed with the logic, and didn't question Devan's stated desire to take a walk before retiring. Though Lauren hoped Devan was struggling with strange newfound desires for another woman, Devan had other things on her mind. Her walk took her no farther than her own room, and she quickly closed the door behind her. Moving to a chair, she sat down and pulled her borrowed pet from a pocket in her robe. The creature protested slightly, having enjoyed its ride in the warm compartment, but perked up to examine its surroundings once more. Devan cast the animal control spell first, following this with the animal surrogate spell she had just mastered. Her lips curling up into a smile, Devan hoped she would be in time to actually catch Aristel in the act this time. She closed her eyes and sent the mouse on his way. Having traveled the path once before, the creature made far better time, and emerged in Aristel's room in less than a minute. Yes! Devan thought when she saw Aristel still within his room. She ordered the mouse to remain in the shadows under his chest of drawers. Through her magical pet's eyes, Devan watched the young man pull off his robes and the undergarments beneath. Her lips pursed when she saw his generous endowment, and she thought it quite a pity that he was such an ass. She might have very well reconsidered her rule about other students in light of such a nice cock otherwise. He redressed in close-fitting dark clothing, pulling on a pair of soft-soled shoes. Once again, Devan smiled. His dress spoke of stealth, and that pointed toward her suspicions. Once he finished dressing, he moved to the side of the bed she had seen rumpled in previous observations. When he slid beneath the bed, Devan directed her mouse to scurry across the floor to the opposite side of the bed and observe from behind one of the supporting legs. He removed the loose boards and lowered himself down exactly as Devan had suspected. A second later, the boards magically slipped back into place. Devan immediately launched into the second part of her plan. Ordering the mouse to the door of Aristel's room, she made quick work of the wards and lock on the door with her magic and the assistance of the animal surrogate spell. Now that she only needed to turn the knob to enter, she ordered the mouse to return to its cage in Lauren's room. Before the mouse had even reached the hole it used to enter Aristel's room, Devan exited her own door and moved down the hall. Taking a moment to ensure the hallway was empty behind her and around the corner, Devan returned to Aristel's door and slipped in without hesitation. She closed the door with a quick sigh of relief, and then crossed to the bed. She found the boards easy to remove, and cheated a little with a featherfall spell to cushion her landing below. An attempt to maneuver the boards back into position with telekinesis proved frustrating, and Devan gave up with an irritated wave of her hand. She decided that she would either return before Aristel and replace the boards by hand, or have information that would mean he couldn't say anything about the intrusion in his room anyway. The cellar was black as night, and Devan cast an infravision spell in order to see her surroundings. While Aristel had swept away his footprints in the dust with a spell, even the tiny amounts of heat left by his footfalls were still plain in her heat-seeing vision. Devan followed the path, noticing the glowing footprints growing brighter every few feet. She paused and ducked down upon hearing a faint clunk of wood-on-wood ahead. After waiting a few seconds, Devan moved cautiously forward and noticed faint moonlight filtering in through cracks. Seeing evidence of Aristel's presence near the light, but not the man himself, Devan hurried forward to the spot. She froze upon reaching the cellar door, hearing the sound of muffled chanting from above her. Even though she couldn't make out the words, the cadence of the chant sounded a lot like invisibility, which made a great deal of sense considering everyone within the walls was banned from leaving. Though Devan could see the magic breaking barrier on the walls and the cellar door in her second sight, she guessed that there was no alarm ward on this forgotten door, or Aristel had broken it. Once the chant died down, Devan waited for a few agonizing seconds, listening intently for any other sounds. She played a dangerous game now. Not only was she defying the Master of the school, she risked Aristel seeing her if she exited too soon. On the other hand, she risked losing him if she waited too long. After a few more seconds of hesitation, she pushed up on the cellar door and peeked out. When she saw nothing except a wall of bushes, she climbed out into the hollowed out space between them and the building. Though fainter in the moonlight, Devan could still make out Aristel's tracks with her infravision. Quickly casting her own invisibility spell, she set out to follow him. Only a few dozen steps beyond the bushes, she ducked down behind a barrel upon seeing a town guardsman on patrol. Even though invisible, she didn't trust the spell to hide her when the town was on alert against a thief of magic. The guard didn't notice her, and moved out of sight down a side street. Devan could see Aristel's tracks fading, and abandoned some of her caution to catch up to him before she lost his trail. She succeeded, soon seeing the heat of his body despite the invisibility surrounding him. Slowing down and keeping him in sight, she followed to finally find out if he was the thief everyone was looking for, or if he was up to some other sort of mischief she could exploit to gain a measure of control over her rival. When Aristel moved toward a large, familiar house, Devan's eyes widened in surprise. You're an arrogant one, Aristel. I'll give you that, she thought as she watched him creep onto the school Master's lawn. Surely, he has some sort of wards to detect thieves. How do you plan to get past those? When Aristel didn't pause to work any magic, Devan raised her eyebrows in surprise. Either the Master hadn't put any wards in place, or they were somehow already disabled. As she moved to follow, Devan kept her eyes roving for an accomplice, which seemed more logical than a lapse in the Master's judgment. Devan saw no one else as she followed at what she hoped was a safe distance, using anything she could as cover to hide her own presence. Aristel moved unerringly toward the rear of the main building and a smaller structure there. Devan watched him enter the building and close the door behind him. Now quite confused — and curious — Devan waited for a short while, thinking that he might look outside for a time seeking anyone following him. When she felt it safe, she hurried toward the building, avoiding the side with the door and the one window she could see. When she reached the building, Devan listened carefully, but could hear nothing. She risked a glance in the window and saw nothing either in normal light or with her infravision, though the room the window faced appeared to be very small. Seeing a small clump of bushes nearby, Devan crept behind them for cover and decided what to do next. A spell almost immediately popped into the forefront of her mind. She couldn't use her earring unless she knew where she wanted to listen, and the building was too large to simply use it as the target of her clairaudiance magic. She could, however, use the thief's ear spell to amplify her hearing. As soon as she cast the spell, Devan could hear voices. At first, she could determine nothing except that one of the voices belonged to Aristel and another was female. Turning her head to adjust the focus of the spell, she at last managed to make out words. "Still fear the risk of capture, despite the sweet rewards," Aristel said in an uncommonly charming whisper. Devan then heard two distinct female voices offering their disappointment at this revelation. A third female voice then spoke. "That is their loss, though I fear the two of you will have to find some way to entertain yourselves." Devan's eyes widened when realization dawned on her. The third voice belonged to the Master's daughter, around two years Devan's junior. The tone of the woman's voice was unmistakable to Devan — seduction. Concentrating on the sound of the other two women's quiet giggles, Devan utilized the magic to determine the location of the speakers. As best as she could guess, the wall where she listened was part of the room where Aristel and the three women were. After a moment of consideration, she decided to take the chance on casting a clairvoyance spell to see what was going on inside the room. If she had estimated the location of the building's occupants correctly, she should be able to see them with the magic. Whispering the words of the spell while trying to put the odd sounds she heard out of her mind long enough to concentrate on completing the magic, Devan called upon her magical power. Once again, her eyes widened and she tilted her head forward in surprise upon viewing the scene within the building. Aristel was stepping out of the last of his clothing, while the three women were already nude. The sight of Aristel erect was even more impressive than seeing him flaccid earlier in the evening, but it was seeing the three women engaged in a combined embrace and passionately kissing while their hands roved over each other's bodies that truly drew Devan's eyes. When the three women parted from their embrace, the Master's daughter — Devan recalled that her name was Emelia — moved toward Aristel with a sultry strut. Now that she was not entangled with the other two women, Devan also recognized one of the other women as the one that had attempted to seduce her in the inn. Emelia pulled Aristel into a bed in the room, and the two women mirrored the action. Aristel and Emelia took the head of the bed, while the other two women fell into each other's arms at the foot. Aristel moved between Emelia's now parted legs and pushed into her depths with a pleasure-filled groan. At the same time, the brunette that had attempted to seduce Devan lay back and parted her legs. The other woman slipped her head between the brunette's thighs as soon as she could possibly do so. Devan felt her body tingling as wetness saturated her sex. Strangely, she found her eyes drawn more often to the two women at the foot of the bed than the sight of Aristel's measured thrusts into Emelia's depths. Almost without considering the action, Devan made a few gestures to tighten the focus of her viewing magic. Devan's range of vision now centered between the brunette's legs, where she could plainly see the other woman's tongue moving through an ever-changing, slow dance over the folds before her. The sounds of Aristel grunting from exertion and Emelia crying out her pleasure faded into the background, replaced by the soft mewling and moaning of the two women Devan watched with such strange fascination. The brunette let out a great sigh as the woman lapping her pulled away. The second woman kissed her way up the brunette's body, lingering over the breasts for a few moments before the two engaged in a passionate kiss. After a few shifts, the two women changed positions. Devan found it odd that the two women had traded positions before the brunette reached climax, and yet she felt her own passions rising to ever higher levels all the while. The world around her vanished as she found herself absorbed in the almost unimaginable sight before her. She didn't even hear the sounds of both Aristel and Emelia reaching climax at the head of the bed. Only when the two women shared a sticky kiss did Devan hear the labored breathing of the other couple on the bed. Aristel rolled over with a groan, his manhood already drooping and glistening with a coating of both his semen and Emelia's juices. A drop of his creamy seed dribbled down Emelia's folds, but it never had the opportunity to slip farther down the young woman's smooth skin. As Aristel watched through half-lidded eyes, the other two women moved between Emelia's thighs to lap up the creamy treat, and then delve for more with their dexterous tongues. Devan couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight, and pressed her hand over her aching sex as she watched, feeling the heat of her desire through her robe and the slight kiss of night air blowing up to chill the saturated material of her panties. Shortly after Emelia climaxed again under the ministrations of the other two women, Devan started when Aristel appeared within her range of vision again. He was fully clothed and Devan knew she was in trouble. Damn it, she thought, realizing that there was no possible way she could move far enough away to be out of Aristel's vision unless he remained within the guesthouse for several more minutes. When he bent down to kiss the trembling Emelia and bid her farewell, Devan knew she wouldn't have those few minutes. Recasting her infravision and invisibility spells while fighting to control her other two magics at the same time, she didn't even have a spare moment to celebrate when she succeeded. Her mind whirled as the considered her two alternatives. She could either risk detection by hurrying back toward the cellar now, or follow Aristel instead and risk detection through the boards in his room. All the while, part of her wondered what she had found so fascinating and arousing about the play between the women. She couldn't deny her excitement, which caused her sex to continue to demand satisfaction, but the thought caused her to shiver with an emotion she hadn't felt in some time — shame. Devan banished her thief's ear and clairvoyance spells when Aristel moved out of the room, leaving the three women still lounging on the bed and caressing each other. Having no clearly superior course in her two choices, Devan instead chose a third alternative, one just as arrogant and risky as Aristel's in coming to this place. When Aristel exited the guesthouse under the cover of invisibility, Devan waited right behind the door for him. He saw her with his own infravision the moment he closed the door. "Well — hello, Aristel," Devan whispered with a smug smile. "What are you doing here?" Aristel hissed. "Gaining some leverage over you," Devan responded. "I'm sure that the Master doesn't know that you're taking advantage of his daughter, and I'm also sure that he'd be quite interested to find out about it." "You bitch, I'll..." He bit off his words and hunkered down low behind the railing of the small porch. Glancing in the direction he was looking, Devan did the same when she saw one of the town guardsmen walk out and look around. When the man vanished, Devan leaned in to whisper directly into Aristel's ear. "Not here. I'm not going to gain anything if we're caught out here." "Which is why I'm not going anywhere." "You can't risk it either," Devan said in response and stood. Aristel clenched his teeth, knowing she was right. When Devan started creeping back across the lawn, he reluctantly did the same. They both saw the figure at the same time, and ducked behind a small tree to avoid detection. After watching for only a few seconds, both of them reached the same conclusion. A glance at each other confirmed that they'd both determined that the figure was no guardsman, and was creeping through the night much as they were. In the second sight, Devan could tell that the man had magical items secreted all over his person, but something he carried in his hands exuded the brightest glow of all. What prompted her to do so would perplex Devan for many days to come, but she reacted instinctively when the approaching figure dropped into a crouch and pointed something in their direction. She could feel the heat from the dark fireball that exploded against her robe, but little more. The same enchanted ring that had saved her from Aristel's revenge tactic also protected her from the thief's attack. Because she had moved in front of Aristel, her magic protected him as well. Aristel's quickly worked a spell, sending a black bolt of force streaking toward the attacking figure. The unerring bolt struck the thief, but didn't appear to cause him any harm. Taking the cue, Devan cast the same spell, which wouldn't create any strange flashes of light to alert guardsmen or the people in the nearby homes. Her bolt fizzled, as did another Aristel cast moments later. The thief ran in a crouch, moving in an unpredictable pattern. Devan sent another bolt streaking forth, again striking her target as she stood. A moment later, Aristel stood next to her as well, his own bolt slamming into the thief. Devan hissed, "He must have protection, and we need to wear it down. Keep it up." Aristel only grunted in response, and then began his spell again. The thief continued to dodge, suddenly skidding to a halt and reversing course at one point. Though Devan and Aristel couldn't know it, the shadowy cutpurse had heard the sounds of booted footfalls. The thief understood the danger he now faced, as he could feel the protective magic items weakening under the continued assault of magical missiles. He took hasty aim with his wand, firing off another dark fireball in an attempt to distract the magic users, but neither flinched or ceased the gesturing that would conjure their next bolt of arcane energy. The two best targeted spell-casters in the entire school never relented, sending bolt after bolt into the thief as he used every trick he knew in an attempt to avoid them. When he felt his magical shielding fade, he abandoned all sense of decorum and ran at full speed away from the two magic users. Devan and Aristel's final bolts hit the thief at the same time, sending him tumbling head over heels down the street. When the cowled man popped back to his feet, he was within a few yards of an alarmed guard — and unmasked. Aristel grabbed Devan's hand, realizing that even the nearly invisible bolts of energy could reveal their location, to prevent her from casting another. Devan nearly slapped him, but then realized the danger at the same time. The thief actually turned toward them and growled before bolting past the guard and cocking his arm. Though neither Aristel nor Devan could see what had happened, the guard crumpled to the ground. The thief was long gone into the shadows, running as fast as his feet could carry him. Now that someone had seen his face and two magic users had repelled him, he decided that it was time to find greener pastures. Nevermore would he return to this region, when there were so many other places that didn't know what to look for yet. Once again, Devan reacted without thinking. She heard Aristel hiss a protest, but couldn't make out the words as she hurried toward the downed guardsman. Upon reaching the man, she saw a dagger protruding from his stomach. Cursing, Devan dug into her robe pockets, letting out a gasp of relief when she found what she sought. The small blessed stone was a gift from a lover, and one she found extremely valuable. The artifact healed wounds, and Devan used it to deal with everything from burns acquired while melting metals for spell components to nicks in her legs while shaving. Used for such small healing tasks, the stone would likely last for a lifetime. Looking at the wound, Devan knew that it would sap the stone's power completely — and might not even save the man's life. Kneeling down, she sacrificed the stone for the chance to save his life. Pulling out the dagger, she pressed the stone against the guardsman's wound. Though his groan sounded like a death rattle, Devan took it as a good sign, because he had made no sound and barely breathed until that point. A few seconds later, his breathing regulated. Devan saw the last wink of power vanish from her stone and pulled it away. While the wound remained, Devan could tell it was no longer life threatening. The man was still unconscious, but he would live. With the immediate danger passed, Devan now worried about her own predicament. Glancing toward where she'd left Aristel, she found him gone. A quick glance revealed him hurrying back toward the school. Devan shook off her irritation and followed. When a safe distance from the slowly rousing guard, she cast a spell of ventriloquism and used it to sound a shout near the guard. As soon as she did so, she sprinted the remaining distance back to the cellar door, counting on the guardsman to distract anyone from looking for anything else. When she reached the spot below Aristel's room, she could see him attempting to replace the boards. "Aristel," she hissed. He paused for a moment, and Devan knew that he was considering whether to continue replacing the boards. To her relief, he instead moved the boards out of the way and cast a spell to levitate her back up to the hole. "Get out," Aristel sighed when Devan crawled out from under the bed. "Not until..." "Just go. I'm no fool. We shouldn't be seen here together. I'm sure you can understand why that would look suspicious." Devan again started to protest, but understood the logic. She could also see defeat — and something else that she could swear looked like respect — in Aristel's eyes. With that realization, she knew he was beaten. Without another word, she hurried out of his room and back to Lauren's room. ------- Part 3 When Devan walked into the room disheveled, sweating, and obviously in an agitated — but not frightened — state, Lauren immediately asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing," Devan replied with a wide smile. "Nothing at all." Lauren's eyebrows arched and her brow furrowed, but at almost that exact moment, she stiffened and cocked her ear as though hearing a voice. Quickly standing up and snatching up a robe, she said, "Stay here. Don't leave the room. Trust me." Confusion obvious in her features, Devan responded, "I trust you. I won't leave." Lauren hurried from the room, and Devan flew into a near panic. She had heard worry in the older woman's voice, and that feeling now assaulted her as well. After a little consideration, she decided to brush out her hair in an attempt to create a distraction to calm her nerves somewhat. The door opened again after only a couple of minutes, and the smile on Lauren's brought Devan a great sense of relief. "What happened?" "The thief in the city struck again, and this time he was discovered. A guardsman also saw the thief's face as he took a wound. He recognized the man as a strange hermit who skulked about the outskirts of town. I do believe our time of restriction should be over." "Finally," Devan remarked with relief. Lauren walked over to her dresser and pulled out a small bell. She struck it with an attached clapper, but the item made no sound. Devan could feel magic filling the room, however. Putting down the bell and then placing her hands on her hips, Lauren said, "Now that nobody can hear us, I would like to know what you know about this." "What I know about it?" Lauren glanced down at the hem of Devan's robe. "Grass stains and red clay. Don't worry, I'm not going to say anything, and I don't think you're involved — except by accident." Sensing that Lauren was telling the truth, Devan answered with the same. "Aristel and I came across him accidentally. He took a shot at us, and we fought back. I used a healing stone on the guard before I came back here." Holding up her hand in front of her, Lauren said, "Wait." She then pointed at Devan and continued, "You and Aristel?" "It's a long story, but I knew he was up to something. I followed him when he snuck out, and we just happened to be together when the thief fired a dark fireball at us." "So, what was he up to?" Knowing that if she revealed what she knew that she'd lose her leverage over Aristel, Devan replied, "I'd rather not say." Her brow furrowing, Lauren said, "I doubt you're defending him, so I'll wager that you discovered he's dallying with the Master's daughter." Devan's mouth dropped open with that revelation. "You know?" Lauren nodded and chuckled. "So does the Master. None of us thought he would be so foolish as to sneak out while we were under restriction, however. His two friends have been bedding two of the Master's servants as well." When Devan sighed and wilted, thinking she'd lost her hold over Aristel, Lauren was quick to add, "Aristel doesn't know any of that, however. I think I understand the reason for your smile now. I imagine you caught him in the act?" Though she didn't say it, she assumed that if Devan had actually observed Aristel coupling that she'd seen the women engaging each other as well, because that was also well known amongst the staff. The hints of a smile decorated Devan's face again when she realized that her hold on Aristel remained strong. This also reminded her of what she'd seen, and caused her cheeks to warm as she remembered the way her body had reacted to it. Her panties were sticky against her skin even now. "I think you've found the way to keep Aristel from attempting to torment you. If you manage to curtail his influence, I should imagine that many will not have the courage to do so. You should change your robe and get in the bath. It wouldn't do for anyone else to discover you were outside despite the restrictions." Devan nodded in agreement with the logic, and did exactly that. Though Lauren didn't look her way in any obvious manner as she undressed and settled into the bath, Devan couldn't help but feel that the older woman was watching her. She also noticed that she felt far less self-conscious of that scrutiny now. Lauren removed her hastily donned robe, and Devan unconsciously drank in the sight of the older woman's body, so well displayed in the short, transparent garment beneath. After witnessing the three women with Aristel engaging each other, Devan felt an almost unsettling level of curiosity assaulting her. Those thoughts were accentuated when Lauren asked, "How did you find out what Aristel was doing, by the way? I should imagine the animal control spell had something to do with it." "That's how I confirmed he was sneaking out. The thief's ear and clairvoyance spells are how I actually found out what he was doing." "Oh?" Lauren said with a sultry, crooked smile. "I imagine you saw a little more than you bargained for, didn't you?" "I was surprised," Devan answered. "I'm sure you were. Considering your conservative upbringing, the thought of women touching each other must have been a bit of a shock." Devan asked, "Did it shock you?" Lauren shook her head and said, "The first time — yes. That was long ago, however." "It doesn't bother you now?" Devan asked as she concentrated on quickly finishing her bath. Lauren chuckled and answered, "No, not at all. The two women were very good friends of mine, and I came to realize it was just an extension of their friendship. I was able to talk to them about it that same day. I can still hear Anna telling me that another woman knows things about you that no man could ever imagine. She knows what gives her pleasure, and she knows exactly how to do the same for another woman." Devan could hear something far more than simple reminiscence in Lauren's voice as the woman spoke. The tone of her voice told a story full of emotion, rather than of thought. The way Lauren was laying on the bed suddenly merged with an image from earlier in the evening in Devan's mind. Her temporary roommate lounged in almost the exact same position as one of the two women who had shared the bed with Aristel and his lover. Between the sound of Lauren's voice and the memory of what she'd seen, Devan suddenly became very aware of the brunette's body, barely hidden beneath her nightgown. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Lauren asked when she noticed a distant look in Devan's eyes. Devan shook her head in the negative and stood up from the bath, reaching for a towel at the same time. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, she was looking at Lauren and feeling attraction — sexual attraction. Even though she tried to attribute the arousal to her victory over Aristel, knowing that she would be free to return to town soon, and any number of other excuses, each one rang false in her mind. She continued to struggle with the new and almost frightening feeling as she toweled dry, peeking over to see the hints of worry in Lauren's features. Once dry, she realized that she hadn't brought any clothing to the tub to change into. Walking back toward the bed where her clothing was, she saw Lauren's eyes fall on her for just a second, the bright blue orbs full of undeniable longing. Even though she'd done her best to steer Devan toward the subject, Lauren decided in the moment that she averted her eyes from the redhead's body that she couldn't pursue that course any longer. The potential consequences of a rejection, considering her position as an instructor, were simply too great to ignore. She knew that this was the moment to choose whether to reveal her feelings or not, and erred on the side of prudence. Feeling ridiculously like a girl engaging in her first experience with a man, Devan's pride asserted itself to overshadow her uneasiness. Though she didn't understand what she was feeling, she hated the thought of surrendering control to anyone. At the moment, Lauren was in control of the situation, if Devan's guess was correct. "Are you attracted to me that way?" Even with the rush of determination flooding through her, the words still surprised Devan. The sudden change in Devan's demeanor, coupled with the redhead standing nude just out of reach startled Lauren. As the words registered in her mind, Lauren realized there was nothing of accusation in Devan's tone, and a distinct note of curiosity. "Yes." A rush of warmth and wetness between Devan's legs greeted that answer, even as she felt a slight tinge of shame and aversion. Those flashes of emotion once again fueled Devan, causing her to push the weak feelings away. Sitting down on the bed, she asked, "Is that why you wanted me to stay with you?" Lauren surrendered, knowing that there was no way to turn back time now. In truth, she felt a sense of relief. "Yes, I wanted you here so I could see if you might feel as I do." Her desire surging within her, Lauren sat up and looked deep into Devan's eyes. "I ache for you. I have since the moment I first saw you." The passion and need in Lauren's voice caused Devan to gasp. She stared into Lauren's eyes, fighting away the impulse to bolt, angered by the weakness in her. The battle proved easy, as her passions were steadily rising. Lauren almost tentatively reached out to touch Devan's cheek. When the redhead didn't flinch, but instead drew in a deep breath, Lauren stroked Devan's cheek and drew her fingertips across the younger woman's lips. Devan's lips parted slightly, and Lauren let out a sigh as she felt the touch of wetness against her fingers. Lauren's touch was like an electric pulse through Devan's body. Her already hot desire flared to a bonfire of need. As Lauren's fingers continued their journey down the line of Devan's neck, Devan reached out to do the same. Lauren let out a shuddering sigh and trembled. Her fingers now tracing Devan's shoulders, Lauren sat up and leaned forward. She kept her eyes locked with Devan's until the moment their lips met. She felt resistance at first, and nearly pulled away, but then felt the redhead's lips soften and part. Her need overcoming anything else, Lauren let her tongue snake out to caress Devan's lips as they kissed. Devan had never experienced a kiss so soft or so intimate in her life. Even the softest kiss she'd ever shared with a man had the heat of barely restrained hunger behind it. Lauren's kiss seemed to seek only the closeness the intimate contact brought, and Devan responded in kind. Their tongues slipped over each other in a sensual dance until Lauren pulled away with a soft moan. Lauren edged closer to the redhead on the bed, sliding her right hand up Devan's neck to entwine in her red locks. Her next kiss held more passion, and she pulled Devan against her, as they once again tasted each other's lips. Their breasts pushed against each other as Lauren slid her hand down Devan's side to knead he redhead's firm buttocks. When they broke from the kiss, Lauren ran her fingertip over Devan's nipple, once again feeling the redhead stiffen for just a second before relaxing again. Inflamed with desire, Lauren leaned down and suckled the stiff bud between her lips a moment later. Devan didn't flinch this time, but instead arched her back and gasped. As with the kiss, the touch of Lauren's lips on her nipple was gentle, intimate, and arousing beyond anything Devan had ever experienced before. Devan stared down at the brunette suckling her breast, and stroked her fingers over the woman's back. As Lauren released her nipple with a final kiss and moved to its twin, Devan bunched up the older woman's nightgown to run her fingers over the bare skin beneath. Even as she continued to suck and tease Devan's nipple, Lauren leaned forward, edging the redhead down toward the bed. Devan pulled her legs up from the floor onto the mattress, following Lauren's lead until prone on the bed with the brunette leaning over her. Lauren released Devan's nipple with a high-pitched gasp and placed several feather-light kisses all over the firm globes of the redhead's breasts. Her next kiss was on Devan's tummy, with the one following just a little lower. She pulled her nightgown upward as she kissed, shrugging it away as soon as possible. She could feel Devan's breaths coming quicker by the moment beneath her lips as she kissed downward, lingering for a time at the redhead's naval to tease it with her tongue. Devan sucked in short, deep breaths as she watched Lauren edge ever closer to her tingling sex. The scene so closely resembled the dream she'd had of this very thing that Devan found it almost surreal. When the brunette placed a kiss at the apex of the crease of her thigh, Devan instinctively parted her legs, allowing the other woman to place a second kiss lower. With every touch, Devan found it more difficult to understand what had made her feel uneasy. She realized that somewhere deep within her, she'd always found other women attractive. It was only her upbringing that had caused her to reject those feelings. She wasn't rejecting them any longer, and allowed her excitement to swell without restraint. A long, slow sigh bathed Devan in Lauren's warm breath as the brunette drank in the scent of the redhead's arousal. Moving across Devan's body, she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the intoxicating scent before kissing the crease on the opposite side. Devan's legs opened even wider, parting her nether lips slightly to release more of her musky perfume into the air. Lauren rose back up over Devan's sex after a pair of kisses, letting out a sigh before looking up into the redhead's eyes to sultrily say, "So beautiful." She then sucked her fingers between her lips, smiling all the while, and brought the moist tips down to Devan's folds. A rolling wave of bliss rippled through Devan's body and she groaned as Lauren's fingers ran over her nether lips. Her hips rocked up from the bed of their own volition, seeking more than the teasing touch. Lauren tingled from head to toe as she caressed Devan's folds, finally feeling the satiny smoothness she'd dreamed of for so long. Her eyes still locked with the redhead's, she asked, "Does that feel good?" "Mmm, yes." Turning her hand over, Lauren let two fingers slip between Devan's folds into the wet heat beyond. Devan took a deep, sharp breath as Lauren wriggled her fingers, coating them in fragrant wetness. The brunette then brought her fingers to her lips again, moaning deep in her throat as she tasted Devan's nectar. Lauren traced the lines of Devan's now widely parted legs as she moved between them, her fingers sliding from thighs to knees. She licked her lips and sultrily smiled, a smile that grew even wider when Devan purred in response. Now intensely aroused, Devan gasped out, "Lick me," eager to see if reality would match her dream. As Lauren lowered her head, Devan gasped out, "Yes," the ache in her sex growing immediately stronger. With the first touch of the brunette's tongue, Devan's back arched and she grasped her breasts with a yelp. Even the first faint taste of Devan's juices caused Lauren's head to swim. The taste was everything she'd dreamed of and more. The texture of the redhead's folds beneath her tongue nearly caused her to lose control — to push between them for the treat she knew waited within. She maintained control, looking up into Devan's eyes again when the tip of her tongue reached the redhead's hood, just stimulating the swollen bud beneath. Though Devan could see the hunger in Lauren's eyes, there was nothing of it in her touch. Lauren's tongue danced in a darting caress, touching every inch of curl-adorned skin. Devan's hips wiggled and bucked from the sensations, her body begging for more even as she reveled in the feeling, so different from a man between her legs. Lauren could at last resist no longer, and pushed her tongue deep into Devan's canal. She lapped upward, pooling the redhead's milky juices on her tongue, savoring the bittersweet flavor. When her tongue slipped free again, she suckled Devan's labia, wiggling her head back and forth, as she used her lips to massage the satiny folds. Her fingers traced the creases between the redhead's sex and her long, beautiful legs. The fire in Devan's loins built, but at a slow, roiling boil. With each passing second, the heat grew stronger, but almost imperceptibly. Devan reached down to touch the woman between her legs, stroking her hands through Lauren's hair and over her back. Gliding her hands down Lauren's side, Devan felt the firm globes of the brunette's breasts, wishing she could readily reach the nipples. Receiving such wonderful pleasure, she felt a compulsion to return it. With years of practiced skill, Lauren fanned Devan's flames of passion. Kisses, caresses, and light probes of her fingers built pressure in Devan's loins. She felt a drop of her wetness drip free and run down her thigh, evidence of her own arousal and need. "More," Devan gasped as the itch of her impending climax grew stronger. The brunette maintained her almost torturous tease, however, only adding more frequent journey's to Devan's clit, fleeting flickers of the tongue that only served to heighten the aching need to come that Devan felt. Her hands stroking Lauren's hair tightened into the locks, pulling the brunette toward her sex. Lauren resisted, showing remarkable strength and frustrating Devan's efforts to tumble over the pinnacle that felt as though it grew higher with each passing moment. Lauren's teasing touches continued for a few more flickers of her tongue as Devan moaned in frustration and arousal. When she darted her tongue under the redhead's hood for a lingering swirl, Devan cried out and the pressure of her hands pulling Lauren downward lessened. Lauren pulled away from the engorged nub to enjoy another sip of Devan's nectar, but then darted back just as the redhead's fingers again tightened in dark locks. Leaning against one of Devan's legs, Lauren pushed two fingers into the redhead's depths, the digits engulfed in hot dampness along their entire length. Devan's walls contracted around Lauren's fingers, seeking more contact as the brunette lifted the younger woman's hood with her other hand to swirl her tongue directly over the sensitive flesh beneath. The edges of Devan's vision went black as her orgasm swelled within her, she then felt a rupture in the bubble of pressure and a shudder passed through her entire body as she came. Even as the first soft, almost lackluster jolt of release consumed her, Devan let out a yelp when she felt Lauren's lips lock around her clit. Lauren sucked the bud, massaging it with her lips and flicking her tongue all over it in a lightning quick assault. She could feel Devan tensing, and doubled her efforts to see the results of that momentary lull come to life. Devan felt numb for the space of two breaths, although she actually held her breath, her mouth wide open to the ceiling above and her lower lip trembling. The gentle wave of climax she had experienced ceased in an instant, and then exploded into consuming life. Only a choked cry passed her lips as her body arched, her legs tightening around Lauren's head. Spots danced behind her closed eyes until an even stronger jolt popped them open, coupled with a squeal that Devan couldn't believe had escaped her. Liquid heat spread from her loins up her chest, causing her breasts to feel as though aflame, even as the electric pulse of her orgasm assaulted her entire body. Lauren relaxed the pressure of her lips and tongue, which only served to offer moments of respite to the climaxing redhead, causing each eruption of bliss to feel even stronger. With some effort, Lauren managed to pull her head downward to lap up the juices flowing from Devan in a torrent. When Devan coughed, fighting for breath, Lauren pulled away to sit up on her knees between the redhead's legs. Devan's tight features spoke of her continued ecstasy, as did the slowing lurches of the younger woman's body. Lauren licked her lips, pulling Devan's wetness into her mouth as she watched the redhead spiral down from her peak. As Devan caught her breath, she looked up to see Lauren's lips, cheeks, and chin completely covered in a glistening coat of wetness, which the older woman was doing her best to lap up. When Lauren saw Devan's eyes open, she leaned over the redhead with a moan, pressing her lips hard against Devan's. Devan returned the kiss, excitedly lapping her own juices from Lauren's face between gasping breaths. "Did you like it?" Lauren asked before giving Devan another soft kiss. "Oh yes," Devan groaned, and pulled Lauren back down to her for a far more ardent kiss. Lifting a knee, Lauren straddled one of Devan's legs, and then let her weight come down on the redhead. "You taste so good," she said as she rocked her hips, rubbing her moist folds over Devan's leg. She then kissed Devan again and said, "I need to be touched — tasted. I need you. I want you." Edging forward, Lauren presented her breasts to Devan. Fully engulfed in the rapture of the moment, Devan pulled Lauren down until she could reach the stiff tip of the brunette's right breast. Without hesitation, she suckled it between her lips, fascinated by the texture as she ran her tongue over it. Lauren continued to slowly rock her hips, increasing the layer of slippery wetness between her sex and Devan's leg. Devan managed to maneuver her arms into position to stroke the firm globes as she suckled Lauren's breast. With a moan, she released the older woman's nipple and pressed until Lauren's nipples were nearly touching. Darting her tongue back and forth, Devan let it dance over both points for a few seconds before sucking the other nipple between her lips. "I've needed this for so long," Lauren whispered, her voice thick with passion. The wetness on her leg and the mingled scent of passion wafting over her filled Devan's senses. Releasing Lauren's nipple, she levered her upper body from the mattress, draping one arm over the brunette's back. She then flipped her free leg over Lauren and nudged the older woman over onto her back. Lauren gasped as Devan took control, straddling her. Aching with need, she wrapped her legs around the redhead's shapely bottom and pulled downward until their nether lips touched. She let out a satisfied sigh when she wriggled her hips and Devan responded in kind, causing their folds to slip over each other with slippery friction. "I need you to taste me — please," Lauren begged. The hungry need in Lauren's voice brought a smile to Devan's lips. Rising up, she broke free from the grip of Lauren's legs. Sitting up, she pushed the brunette's legs out wide as she slid back on the bed. She could see the wetness glistening on Lauren's bare labia as she moved lower, taking in the musky scent of arousal that was so much like her own, yet slightly different. Once, even the thought of putting her head between another woman's legs would have caused her to balk and shudder, but now her mouth watered and her sex tingled. Closing the final few inches of distance, Devan kissed Lauren's folds. A warbling, high-pitched moan bubbled from Lauren's lips as Devan's made contact with her folds. After anticipating and dreaming of it for so long, Lauren could feel pressure building within her from even that faintest of touches. Devan's first direct taste of Lauren's nectar caused warmth to infuse her every pore. Snaking out her tongue, she wriggled it into Lauren's canal, her taste buds tingling as the brunette's juices washed over her. Her senses overwhelmed, Devan licked and sucked with wild abandon, feeling Lauren writhing beneath her as the older woman's sounds of passion filled the room. Lauren's eyes opened wide as gasps and yelps burst from her beyond her control. Devan explored every part of her with hungry desire, pushing her ever higher on her mountain of pleasure. The warm itch in her sex quickly became an electric current that sent tongues of bliss shooting through her entire body. Her orgasm sprang into being with absolutely no warning, and she had cried out twice in ecstasy before she even realized the first sound had passed her lips. The fresh rush of juices only spurred Devan on to greater efforts. Unlike a man who expended his passion in a burst, Lauren's orgasm continued on, filling Devan with a desire for even more. Her body trembling and her eyes tightly pinched closed; Lauren could only gasp for breath as the redhead continued to lap her with passionate abandon. Beneath the sparks of her continuing orgasm, she could feel the pressure of another building. Just as with the first, it exploded into being without preamble. Her back arched up from the bed, but when Devan's weight prevented her from rising higher, her bottom instead slammed to the bed and she sat up. Holding Devan's head in her hands, she screamed her passion as she leaned over the redhead. The tight grip of Lauren's hands held Devan so tightly against the brunette's sex that she could manage only quick, shallow breaths. When she felt her lungs starving for air, it took all of her strength and willpower to pull away from the quivering folds beneath her tongue. Lauren collapsed to the bed, beads of sweat dripping down her face. She felt as though she were hovering above the bed, suspended in a bubble of hot ecstasy. Twitching and writhing, she didn't even struggle against the continuing powerful spikes of orgasmic energy assaulting her. Watching the woman climax from where she knelt over Lauren, Devan slipped two fingers into her depths to rapidly stroke them in and out. Her other hand rubbed her aching clit for a few seconds until she came, the speed and strength of her orgasm surprising her. Her knees felt weak, and she fell forward to support her weight on one sticky fingered hand while the other pressed hard against her sex. She let her supporting hand slide forward until she lay on the bed, gasping for breath next to Lauren. For long minutes, neither woman could do more than struggle to bring air into her starved lungs. When they both at last recovered from their orgasms, they embraced and kissed, tasting each other and letting their hands roam over soft skin. Soon enough, their passions rose again, resulting in climaxes uncountable that lasted well into the night. ------- Devan awoke weary and sticky, enveloped in the warmth of Lauren lying next to her beneath the sheets. As the older woman stirred from her slumber, she smiled and let out a quiet moan. Concern then crossed her features, and she softly asked, "Are we... Do you regret sharing yourself with me?" Snuggling in closer to the brunette, Devan chuckled and said, "Oh no." "Does this change anything between us?" "Why should it?" Devan asked with an edge of confusion. "We both wanted each other, even if I didn't know it or want to admit it." "You don't feel anything deeper?" "Should I?" Although a little disappointed, Lauren also felt relieved. A deeper relationship between her and Devan would prove difficult to hide, and her desire for women was born more of passion than love. "I'm sure we're both late for our classes." "I think it was worth it," Devan responded with a crooked smile. Moving a little, she winced when she felt her thighs sticking together. "I'm going to be even later, because I'm not leaving until I've had a bath." "Shall we share?" "Isn't that what put us in this position in the first place?" Devan asked and laughed. Lauren slipped out of the bed and walked to the tub. When she turned back, she saw Devan openly admiring her bottom as the redhead stood up as well. Offering a smile, Lauren continued to the tub and filled it. Devan's prediction proved true not long after when she and Lauren brought each other to another orgasm with their fingers in the warm water before climbing out of the tub to dry. Dressed for the day a short time later, they shared one last kiss before going their separate ways. Devan's first class was ending at the time, and she saw Aristel leaving even as she approached. Devan arched her eyebrows at the young man as they approached each other. He mouthed the words, "Not here," and passed by her, slipping a note into her hand at the same time. Waiting until she was alone in the hallway, Devan read the note, which simply said to meet him in her room shortly after the beginning of their next class. Feeling an urge to whistle, she walked to her room and sat down facing the door. A few minutes later, Aristel quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him. Wearing a smug smile, Devan stood up and said, "Now, shall we come to terms? I stay quiet about you fucking the Master's daughter. You stop harassing me. That's the deal. The moment you get under my skin again, I'll tell the Master every tiny detail." Aristel held up his hand and sighed. "Agreed. I'm not here to fight. I never believed you had a place in this school. I didn't believe any woman had a place in magic. I attributed your every accomplishment to luck or using your body to your advantage." Rolling her eyes, Devan interrupted him and said, "That's hardly a surprise." "I've changed my mind." "Well, that is a surprise, and I'm not really sure I believe it." Aristel clenched his teeth for a moment, but then blew out a long breath and continued. "You showed skill I cannot ignore in following me and in facing that thief. In the heat of the moment, when most would stumble over their spells, you unleashed magic with skill. Don't misunderstand me. I do not like you. I have every intention of proving my skill superior to yours." "Without trying to sabotage me, I trust?" Devan said while gesturing to her burned bed and scarred table. "I have full confidence in my ability to do so." "We'll see about that," Devan responded, her crooked smile returning. She then left the room without another word, heading toward her next class. Only time would tell if he would stick to his word, but right now she was perfectly satisfied with forcing him to acknowledge her ability. As her primary detractor, even the slightest change in his attitude would spread through the school. She planned to take full advantage of that while it lasted. Devan walked into her class and easily answered the question the instructor had hoped to shame her with because she arrived late. The look of frustrated irritation on his face caused her to grin as she took her place at the head of the class, the perfect compliment to an already wonderful day. ------- "You look like you enjoyed your day," Lauren said when Devan walked in the room. "It did have a good start," Devan responded with a twitch of her eyebrows. "I noticed that Aristel looked a little humbled today, and he paid a great deal more attention in class than usual." "I'll have to make sure that I do too, then," Devan said as she walked toward the older woman. "With the restrictions lifted, I assume you'll be going into town tonight? I've already arranged for a new bed to be delivered for you tomorrow, so you can just enjoy yourself tonight." Devan's voice dropped an octave and took on an undeniable sensual quality as she answered, "I'm going to enjoy myself, but I'm going to stay right here to do it." Reaching Lauren and pulling the taller woman close, Devan kissed her passionately, stroking her hands over the brunette's back. Lauren returned the kiss with equal fervor, tugging at the tie of Devan's robe even as their tongues danced over each other. Lauren slipped her hands into the part of Devan's robe to cup the younger woman's breasts, and Devan responded by letting out a sexy purr. "I like that," Lauren whispered while nuzzling into the redhead's neck and letting her thumbs glide over Devan's stiffening nipples. Walking slowly backwards toward the bed, Devan grinned and said, "It's only natural for the teacher's pet to purr." She then shrugged off her robe and slid sultrily onto the bed with Lauren right behind her. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-09-16 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------