After swooping out of the bathroom window holding the breathless pair of lesbians, Alysia and Emerald, it flew into the dorm courtyard. Not seeing anything right off the bat, it sent a thought to Aaralon. [I sense a general overall presence of magic, but no other areas of powerful magic like the spheres. Where do you wish me to go?] Aaralon thought for a minute before deciding on Sioned, the cute, clumsy girl from his alchemy class. He'd been able to see where her room was from the day he'd seen her leaning out of it to talk to a friend. Since Aaralon know where her window was, it would be easy to get the Tar'oth to the right place.
He visualized the window and the Tar'oth sped off into the night. The window was pitch dark but open to the night air. As the Tar'oth settled on the sill, Aaralon wondered how he was going to see anything that might be worth seeing when he heard a knock at her door. He heard a form on the bed roll over and then another knock before he heard Sioned speak.
"Who is it?" she said, barely awake.
"Sioned, please open up. It's Jezabel." said the voice.
Aaralon had never had Jezabel in a class, but he'd seen Sioned and her together talking before. He supposed they met in Sioned's artifice class. Aaralon was never much of a craftsmen so preferred to work with things that already had form rather than trying to mold material into something workable.
A spark struck a candle, lending light to the room. Sioned's blonde hair hung down below her butt, brushing against the hem of her soft blue silk sleeping dress. She threw the bolt on the door and opened it. Jezabel swiftly ducked into the room and closed the door behind her. Her shoulder length dark brown hair framed her pale skin, making her desperate expression seem almost panicked. She was breathing heavily, making her breast heave inside her thin ivory lace gown. Aaralon could see she wasn't wearing anything else but the gown, the lace parting at the front to let him see her trimmed patch of pubic hair. She made no attempt to cover herself.
"Sioned. Please, I took a big risk sneaking out to see you." Jezabel said, "Meridith and Gwen are both awake, but they're more involved in each other than monitoring us for the moment. I couldn't sleep with their moaning and licking on the other side of my wall."
"I don't have anywhere for you to sleep here, and besides, when they're done, they can check in on us." Sioned replied.
"I didn't come here to sleep," Jezabel said as she let her gown fall, "I was hoping we could do something to help us relax and both get a good nights sleep. The monitors won't be able to see that I'm not gone, I bound my magic to my bed sheet. When they sense to see if we're in our rooms, they'll see my magic in my room and only your magic in your room. I'll only get caught if they see me with their eyes."
Jezabel leaned in for a kiss, pressing her naked body against Sioned. Sioned kissed for a moment, then broke the kiss and turned away.
"No, I can't." she said, "The last time, I was overcome by the moment. I can't do it again, I can't give you what you want."
"You don't have to give me anything," Jezabel argued, "Let me pleasure you, I just need to do something for satisfaction, I'm too worked up to just go to sleep."
"That's just it, I can't let you pleasure me, for reasons I can't explain." Sioned turned away to stare at her bed. "It can never work between us or anyone else here. I shouldn't have let myself get close to you like that. I'm sorry."
Jezabel stared at Sioned for a moment, then bent to pick up her robe. She stared at the floor as she said "It can be it you let it. It already has been." She looked up as Sioned turned around, Jezabel's cheeks shining with tears. "I leave, but I won't ever be able to forget what we had. If you ever decide to give us a chance, I'll be here for you."
Jezabel clutched the lace gown to her and left. Sioned held her hand out to stop her, but she was already gone. She threw the bolt and sat down on the edge of her bed, sobbing. Aaralon was startled to see her legs become blurry and fade into a different shape. As Sioned let her illusion fall, her real legs became visible. Six soft pink tentacles spilled over the edge of her bed, smooth and sleek in the candlelight. On their undersides were rows of small suckers, clusters of them smaller than his fingernails. The tips ended underneath in V-shaped rows of small ridges.
"How can I tell you?" Sioned whispered to the night, "An embrace would let you feel the truth, but how could you show me love when I look like this?"
Sioned flicked out the candle with a cantrip and Aaralon heard her fall on her bed, still sobbing. The Tar'oth sent him a thought [Well, that was certainly interesting. Now did you want me to find this Meridith and Gwen or did you really want to listen to this girl cry herself to sleep?]
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