"Sir, one thing I have not yet had the pleasure of is one of my own kind."Sir, one thing I have not yet had the pleasure of is one of my own kind. But I dearly wish it. I wish to learn." "I am afraid I shall have to send you to a specialist for that," he mused, laughing. "That sort of thing is beyond my understanding." "Yes, sir," she replied, grinning. "Remove your clothing, already!" "I have to prepare for the spell, first. Wait here." Darynn rose and left the room. He walked down the corridor to his magickal pantry, recovered the items he required, and returned. Aimee' was idly stroking her skin, scratching or self-pleasuring, he couldn't tell, and she smiled as he walked in. "I waited." "I see," he replied. "Come, apprentice. Help me arrange this spell. I will need this powder dripped into the groove on the floor that encircles the bed, and I will need these candles inset into the holders at points 1, 21, 41, 61, and 81. Clear?" "Yes, sir. Is there any need to care for the colors?" "Good question, apprentice. No, not this time." "Yes, sir." He watched, somewhat detached at the beauty of her body but thrilled with the eagerness in her soul, as she placed the candles down and began the slow and rather dull task of encircling the bed with the mix he had given her. He stripped off the plain blanket and put in its place a large, blue comforter onto which were sewn magical runes and sigils. "Aimee'?" "Almost done, sir," she said. "Join me when you are." He knelt on the bed, naked, as she joined him. "Now, cross your legs, close your eyes, and hold out your hands." She did as she was told. He looked at her, naked, vulnerable... and yet, he knew that if he were to arouse her anger, she would prove a challenge, possibly a mortal one. Unlike Teltirray, even if he did not see all of it, he knew the source of her power and he respected it. He reached over, doused the oil lamp, and settled himself before her, taking her hands in his. |