"Damn that Gartock!!" Aaralon says out of rage, slamming his fist down on the table, making him lose the vision and hearing he had through his little scout. "So that is why he has been getting grades higher than me?" Quickly Aaralon calms himself down by breathing in and out slowly. Closing his eyes he is able to regain the eyes and ears of his scout.
Still seeing Gartock between Mistress Zael legs. She brings his head up to her, deeply kissing him, licking her cum off his face as he slightly pulls and snaps her harden dark nipples. Pulling off his boots and trousers, revealing a rather small, but thicken cock. As he rubs and teases Mistress Zael clit, with his cock she plays and fondles his tight balls.
"Good God? How small can one man be?" Aaralon asks himself. He continues to watch as Gartock continues to slide in his cock into Mistress Zael cunt. Falling back on her bed, Gartock rapidly pumping his cock in and out of her cunt, both moaning and groaning with delight. Faster and faster he goes, getting Mistress Zael into organism as she pants and moans in delight.
Gartock feeling the need to cum, taking out his cock, stroking it to only have a few drops of cum on her breasts. Rubbing her breasts, Mistress Zael licks her fingers, looking at Gartock with wicked eyes.
Reaching over to the drawer, Mistress Zael took out a slip of paper and hands to Gartock. Gartock looks at it and comfirms the answers.
Shaking off the vision. "That's it!" Aaralon growls. "Just that is all it takes for a grade worthy of passing mine? Mistress Zael must be under some sort of spell or something? But then again that *thousand* year old bastard must know how to do magic in order to pull it off." Aaralon stands from the table pacing around the library, letting his mind wonder, thinking how he can use this bit of information to his advanages. His scout flies back into the window. Flying around Aaralon.
"Master?" The Tar'oth says.
"What is it?"
"Are there any other duties you wish for me to fullfill for you?"
"Nothing more tonight my scout. You may rest til' tomarrow night. There has to be more going on than just Gartock and Mistress Zael." What about Caroline... and Elizabeth.... and most of all, Nathaniel, a very good friend of his. All could be doing the same thing, Aaralon thought. Something big must be going on, more than just magic being taught here.
"Master" The Tar'oth says, breaking Aaralon's heavy train of thought, ",being a living being, I do require food and drink."
"You know I'm a bit hungery myself. "Aaralon responded. "I however do have bread and wine that I've stolen from the kitchen last night. Here..." Opening his robe revealing a pocket. "Come in here til I get you to my room. As the Tar'oth flies into Aaralon's pocket, he carefully closes his robe, not to suffocate his scout.
As Aaralon walks to his dorm his could feel the batty wings of his Tar'oth flapping around in his pocket almost giving him the urge to laugh. When he entered his room, closing the door behind him, quickly opening his robe letting the Tar'oth fly and explore around his room, then sits and rests on his shoulder, like bird.
Walking over to his bed, Aaralon opens his drawer and grabs the half eating loaf of bread wrapped tightly in a dinner napkin and a nearly full bottle of wine. Picking crumps off and handing it to his scout. As they sat down and ate in silence, listening to the cold winds blow pass the window making the flame in the lamp flicker and dance with it.
"So Tar'oth?" Aaralon says breaking the silence.
"Yes master?"
"What other powers and skills that you have that can be of use?" |