"I'm here to see Grand Magus Serith," Aaralon said sheepishly, straightening out his magic student robe, hoping that the crest emblazoned on the front would lend some credibility to his excuse.
"Well I regret to inform you that I am not the Grand Magus"
Her voice was musical, but the tone was sarcastic and the young woman's cold green eyes on him felt like hard emeralds slowly burrowing into his skin.
"The tower is large. I was, um, looking for someone who could provide directions," he said, his face flushing.
"Try the magic study at the top of the tower, you know, Where all wizards spend the vast majority of their time at home studying," Clara said. she had already turned away from him, back toward the waiting minotaur.
Her glossy wet back faced Aaralon, and he could see the gentle contours of her spine and shoulder blades between damp clumped threads of long blonde hair. Common sense was urging him to leave this place, but common sense was, after all, a tiny voice, and his eyes had not yet drunk their fill of the alluring young woman before him.
"Are you, perhaps, the granddaughter of the Grand Magus?"
"How very perceptive of you."
She grasped the minotaur's enormous cock with one hand and stroked it lightly with the other. The creature made a noise very much like a human groan, but remained otherwise motionless.
Needing only to bend forward slightly to press the tip of the massive weapon to her lips, Clara carefully licked off the bubble of precum.
The beast shifted, and its muscles tensed.
"Not yet, Goliath."
Clara turned back to Aaralon and fixed him an irritated look.
"Well what are you waiting for? Your precious Grand Magus is upstairs. If it's games you want to play, then go find my sister in the dungeon."
Aaralon saw no hand gestures or evidence of casting, but an insistent and unseen force ungracefully propelled him straight out into the hallway where he landed, once again, hard on his backside. Aaralon flinched as the door slammed shut behind him. |