Why don't I show you, by example, a kind of scrying I'm familiar with?" "Please, sir!" she smiled.Why don't I show you, by example, a kind of scrying I'm familiar with?" "Please, sir!" she smiled. Darynn reached out and pulled her close, pushing up the cuff on her left sleeve, exposing her wrist. He knew she was watching as he lowered his head and kissed her wrist, gently. The taste of her skin was unlike anything he had ever tasted. It was salty, like the skin of men, but it was a different quality from any salt or sweat he had known with men. He could not even begin to place the differences. She stood, silently, while he reached out and untied the bows that held her tunic closed in the front. He admired the smooth flawlessness of her body as he exposed it, inch by inch. Her breasts, still growing, were already large mounds projecteing away from her body, each nipple pointing away from the other. He quietly cursed himself. For a sex mage, he had damned little vocabulary to describe the beauty of a woman's body. And he did find her beautiful. Her beauty was bound in the way she breathed, in the way her chest rose and fell with the excitment that was building between them as student and teacher, friend and lover, and he hated to admit... man to woman. The raw flux of power between two loving men was one thing he appreciated. Yet the strange flux of power, filtered by the differences in the sexes, made for a kind of magic he had never known. |