Beyond the Forbidden (closed)

[Muselight]

Osa Castel marched through the twisting labyrinth of dimly lit hallways of the prestigious Vesilmonia, the Grand Academy of the Arcane. Floating fairy-light lanterns illuminated her face, scowling and hardened with determination despite her otherwise delicate features. Possessing a naturally curvy, hourglass figure, her hips swayed as she walked. A long shadow followed her as her black flats clicked against the ground in a strong, steady rhythm. Emerald green eyes locked onto the old, black door of her dorm room which had a yellow caution sign reading "DO NOT DISTURB" on it. She pulled the door open, then she went inside and slammed it shut.

She pulled down the hood of her short cloak revealing long curly locks of lilac-colored hair which was tied up in a white ponytail. Fortunately, it seemed her roommate was nowhere to be seen, and she moved to her side of the room (she had drawn a long white line down the middle of the room and had set strict rules so that her roommate wouldn't even dream about encroaching on her space). Her "space" could only have been described as "a disaster area." Ancient tomes laid strewn across her bed. Scrolls and potions were haphazardly scattered around the floor. Her desk was littered with paper, crumpled up paper, more ancient tomes, and various magical ingredients.

Osa marched straight up to her desk and swept her arms across it causing everything on the desk to slide off it and onto the floor in a crashing thud. She snarled, clenching her fists, and her ample bosom heaved within the confines of the dark purple, dragon-scale bikini top she wore.

"How DARE they." Her green eyes flashed, and she pulled an ancient tome off of her bed and slammed it down on the desk. She began rapidly flipping through it. "Calling me immature, saying I don't do magic the RIGHT way, saying that I'm meddling with forces I can't possibly understand! HA! I understand all right. I understand that this STUPID college is full of stuffy old men and women who are too afraid of things that aren't traditional or that which is..."

She made air-quotes with her fingers and rolled her eyes. "Forbidden. Ugh. Why even have a forbidden library if you're not going to USE it?"

She narrowed her eyes as she scoured the ancient tome. "I'll show them. They can't put ME in front of the expulsion board if they see that I absolutely, without a doubt, can handle everything they think I can't."

Besides that, she needed to pull off a massive, powerful display for her Power Ceremony which was coming up in a few months' time. Every mage when they reached the magical age of 20 years were presented to the Archwizard and the Council of Magic, in front of their magical peers and family to show off the height of their power. A successful showing meant that the mage in question would become officially recognized by the magical community as a whole.

A failed showing meant that a mage would be stripped entirely of their powers and cast out from the magical community.

But a dramatically successful showing? That was where the BIG opportunities were really granted. Access to ANY magical academy or apprenticeship desired, access to unlimited travel between time, dimensions, and universes (rather than the paltry few that pre-Power Ceremonies were allowed - if they could even pull that off), access to the highly coveted Sorcerer's Market with its ever rarer and valuable magical ingredients, and even, perhaps, a sip from the Wellspring of Life - said to grant those who drink from it long-lasting life.

It was a lot of pressure for any mage, but for Osa? It was more than just pressure; it was personal. She'd been born in a family with nine children, and she was smack-dab in the middle. Despite being highly magically gifted from a young age, she could never seem to get her parents' attention or recognition. Her older siblings always seemed to be more put-together and more impressive, and her younger siblings? Well, of course they were spoiled - they were younger. Two years ago, her older sister, Ella, had went through her Power Ceremony - harnessing an untamed force of nature in a display that was so impressive - even the Archwizard clapped. It meant her parents didn't even bother to listen when she talked about her latest magical project for class.

The lack of attention made her bitter and often angry, but also willing to go to great and unconventional lengths to show off what powers she did possess. Unfortunately, not only had she yet to impress her parents, but her unconventional methods often made her the ridicule of her magical peers (though, she thought some of them might have just been jealous of how powerful she was becoming) and scoffed at by her magic professors.

But that was fine. FINE. She wasn't about to give up the way she did magic not when the thrill of it made her spirit soar and a shiver go down her spine. It was one consolation she could hold onto to ride out the storm of ridicule and dismissal - the thrill of powerful or forbidden magic.

And of course, it was with powerful AND forbidden magic that she planned to show them. She'd show them ALL.

Osa stopped scouring the tome and slammed it shut, then she shoved it off the desk, too- her hands went up into her lilac curls in frustration. "Not good enough. I need something REALLY big. Something spectacular - I need-"

She paused, and her eyes went wide. Quickly, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out her deck of Powerful Entities of the Dark, the Unknown, and the Beyond. The deck was very thick from the amount she had collected, and she shuffled through them with practiced ease. Image after image of demons, archfey, and eldritch beings - some holographic and some not - flickered through her vision, but she kept dismissing them one by one.

Not enough, not enough, just not enough-

She paused when her shuffling landed on one card. She let out a soft gasp and held it up to her face. As was the case with many (though not all) of the eldritch being cards, there was no actual form of the being to behold - just a dark holographic design, and the name of the entity in ancient runes. The description spoke of the untold dangers of establishing a mind-to-mind connection with it for this eldritch entity was so limitless in its depths of power - it had no real, true form - not one that could ever be known by mere mortals.

It was said that those capable of emerging from the depths of the entity without losing themselves to its vast well of power possessed knowledge of arcane secrets hitherto unknown. Legend has it that on rare occasions, it would take a physical form - but that such instances are fraught with danger and unknown and should be supervised closely by a circle of the most powerful magic users available. It was a rare card that had taken a few years and quite a bit of coin to procure. It was, of course, something she treasured.

"Riesig," she whispered.

Just speaking its name made her body tingle with anticipation and excitement, and her heart flutter in her chest. She smirked as she set the prized trading card on top of her desk. This was it. This was EXACTLY what she was looking for.

She stretched out her arms and cracked her knuckles. She reached into her short hooded cloak and pulled out her magic-

Well, by all appearances, it looked to be a purple glowstick - seemingly more suitable for use at a rave rather than for magic spells. Nonetheless, it sparked with magical promise as she waved it about. She opened up magical portals into the forbidden library and began to grab ancient tomes and grimoires from off the shelves. By the end of it, she must have had over a dozen books stacked on her desk.

"Let's get to work."

She opened up the first book with an eager grin on her face, but as she continued to read through to the second page, then flipped through the pages doing a brief scan, she made a face.

"Ugh. This is an entire book of WARNINGS. What the hell? Useless." She threw the ancient tome haphazardly over her shoulder, and it went through a portal back into the forbidden library. She grabbed another book to open it to read. Finally! She was getting to the good stuff.

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Osa Castel hopped out of a portal and onto the ancient, floating sky ruins. The ruins were allegedly said to be a temple meant for the worship of Riesig itself, but they were so old that the fact was often disputed by magical scholars. Osa adjusted the strap of her magical purse, essentially a bag of holding, and walked with confidence and determination over the broken stone paths and the foreboding black grass.

She stopped when she reached a large lake at the center of the ruins and looked up eyeing the dark, cloudy sky. There wasn't yet so much as a rumble of thunder. She narrowed her eyes.

"That weathermage better be right about a ninety percent chance of storms today," she grumbled, throwing her magic purse onto the ground.

She certainly didn't have the power to try and summon a mystical storm AND establish a magical mind-to-mind connection with an eldritch entity. It remained to be seen whether she could muster up enough power to establish the connection in the first place, but Osa had done her homework and felt more than confident in her abilities.

She pulled out a small table from her magical purse as well as a dozen or so bottles of magical ingredients and a pre-prepared glowing white potion. With several expert, precise, and quick motions, she grinded up magical ingredients, mixing them together, added in some of the lake water - producing an iridescent paint-like substance which sparkled.

She pulled out her magic purple glowstick and waved it. At first, nothing seemed to happen. She frowned at it, then she tapped it several times against her hand. The glowstick sparked and fizzled at the end a few times before lighting up with a mystical black glow. Osa smirked, then she pointed the glowstick at the ground. A ray of black magic shot forward burning a line into the ground. She walked around the entirety of the lake - ultimately burning a whole, glowing black circle into the dirt.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Osa's head shot up to look at the sky, narrowing her eyes. She needed to work quickly. It was almost time. She gave a deep inhale and pulled off her hooded cloak tossing it onto the table, then she pulled out her ponytail from her hair. Lilac curls cascaded down past her shoulders until her hair stopped mid-back.

She started to reach for the back of her dragon-scale bikini top and hesitated for a small moment. A "natural state" or something close to it was sometimes needed in order to perform high-level magic. Some mages could get away without it - though, they were often limiting their potential when they did so.

Osa, of course, didn't believe in limiting her potential. It was why she often chose to be scantily clad in her dragon-scale bikini since it got her pretty close to a "natural state." Still, she had never performed a spell completely naked before, and more so still, she had never been naked in front of someone before (who had the time for that?). Granted, she wasn't sure an eldritch entity could really count as "someone" but...

She shook her head and took in a deep breath. No. Now was not the time to doubt herself. Especially not when dealing with something as unfathomable as Riesig - that could mean disaster. She unsnapped her bikini top - her tan, perky C-cup breasts bounced as they were freed. She threw the bikini top onto the table. The gusts of wind from the incoming storm caressed her naked nipples causing them to stiffen. She hooked her thumbs under her dragon-scale bikini bottom and tugged them downwards, shimmying out of them and threw them onto the table as well.

She reached up and pulled out a long, curly strand of her hair. She tied the strand of hair around her ankle, then she tapped her magic glowstick against the strand. It became a long, winding braided purple rope which she tied the other end to a broken stone pillar.

Then, she dipped her fingers into the magical iridescent paint and began to draw ancient runes on her body. A series lines and triangles on the cheeks of her face, various arcane symbols all up and down her arms and legs, circular runes around her nipples, more triangular-shaped runes across her smooth, flat tummy with a downward triangle painted just above her pussy.

She pulled a hand mirror out of the bag and examined herself closely to make sure the runes were all in the correct position as well as being shaped correctly. One small mistake could lead to ruin and consequences. After double-checking the runes and satisfied everything was proper for the spell to take place, she took hold of the bottle containing the glowing white potion.

She uncorked it, tilted her head back, and pressed the bottle to her glossy pink lips. She took three or four swallows as she downed the entire bottle. It tasted a little salty, but otherwise not bad. One could never tell with potions, sometimes - they could vary from addictively tasty to absolutely horrid.

She could feel the warmth and tingle of powerful magic within her spreading throughout her body and encasing her in a mystical white glow. The iridescent paint shimmered on her body as she walked confidently towards the lake, then she stepped onto the water.

She walked step by step on top of the water - her eyes starting to glow a mystical white. The storm finally kicked up, and the first bolt of mystical lightning struck nearby. She didn't even so much as flinch as she stretched out into a ballerina-like pose and chanted a single ancient, arcane word.

Another bolt of lightning struck nearby, and the sky flashed with colors. The wind began to howl.

Another pose. Another word.

She moved like one that was dancing atop the lake in deliberate, careful, and precise motions. And still, she chanted. She made a brief mental note as she was getting closer to completing the spell that she mustn't forget her mantra:

'I am Osa.'

At the very end, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward into the air, her head tilted back and up towards the sky, her arms at her sides and pulled back. She began to levitate into the air over the lake, the braid of purple rope around her ankle pulling taut. A bolt of mystical lightning came down and struck her as she chanted the last word. She felt no pain but she let out a gasp of shock and an ethereal-sounding sigh.

"Riesig."

Her mind and soul traveled beyond light-speed out of her body to places between dimensions - places unknown and far.

She felt...

A sensation of falling...

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

It was sleeping.

It often was, for there was little else to do. It slept, and it dreamed, the endless dreams of those who had been lost to the depths of itself. So many who had come seeking it, so many who had dived too deep. So many who had shied away from the surface. The numbers, the dreams, were endless and ever present, each gentle ripple beneath the surface of its depths. So endless was it that no horizon encompassed it, no thought raced across it, no measurement could define it. So far beyond the scope of time and space and thought and logic that not even its endless sleep was defined.

It slept for a moment.

It slept for a millennium.

It slept for an eternity.

"Riesig."

A word. A thought. A meaning. A definition. A summons.

It stirred from its slumber, waves rippling across its surface. Where before there was only itself, now there existed something else. The summons was a tendril of thought, extending beyond whatever miniscule existence it occupied. Now, the tendril was grasped by it, the thread of consciousness pulled from what it knew to what it would now know. A mere moment, and the mind was understood. Another moment, and she was given a place she could understand.

The surface of an endless lake.

Bare feet would rest upon the waters surface, the liquid cool against the soles of her feet, yet she would not fall through into the depths. No sky existed, only the inky blackness of nothing, for nothing existed here but she and the waters upon which she now stood. The runes upon her naked flesh glowed brightly, the only light that penetrated this dark realm of itself, granting her the sight of the nothing all around. Despite the seeming stillness, however, it watched her, knew her, felt her presence upon itself, understood her unprotected thoughts that slipped through the shroud of arrogance, of pride, of spite, of bitterness, of ambition. The weight of its attention could be felt all around, it was as much the realm as the realm was it.

"Riesig."

A ripple. A memory replayed countless times, upon countless worlds, from countless lips. It knew this memory, for it was the memory, the name, given to it by ten thousand worlds. There were other memories, other names, other definitions, but this one would do. Another ten thousand memories lived in mere moments as the woman found her bearings upon its depths. Yes, this one would do, for it knew from numberless pasts, from millions of memories, that the mortal mind needed to understand, lest it find itself shattered, screaming, broken. A name for a name, one plucked from the depths of the new arrival's mind, spoken as a ripple through the water of itself, a reply that was felt within rather than heard by mortal ears.

"Osa."

It waited then, the waters perfectly still, not a sound but for the mortal's breath, loud against the eternal silence. It knew why she had come, the same as it knew why those before had come, why other now came, why many more did come. But it would wait all the same, for across its many memories it knew that she would speak, would entreat it with her mortal words, would ask of it for the only thing the mortal mind desired of it. All it required was far she wished to descend, how deep within the depths did she seek, how much of the great knowledge it held would she plumb the darkened depths for, and how much would she offer in return?

So the stillness came, a mortal standing upon the cusp of the unknowable, seeking to grasp a mere fragment of that which it held.

 

[Muselight]

Osa could feel herself falling further and faster, tumbling this way and that. Endless depths spanned before her threatening to swallow her whole and leave little left. She held onto her mantra as if it was her lifeline because it likely really was.

"I am Osa. I am Osa! I am Osa! I AM OSA!"

Still, she tumbled and fell until..

Something reached for her.

And she reached back.

And then, her fall began to slow, her form became more distinct, and she felt her bare feet come to rest on the liquid surface of the lake. She was breathing heavily, her ample breasts heaving in time with her breath. It sounded loud in her ears, in the infinite quiet and darkness before her. Although, the runes on her body continued to glow, the glowing of her eyes had faded. Emerald green eyes looked all around her, but there was nothing to see. She felt as if she was being watched.

It was much different than being watched by a single person. It was even much different than being watched by a crowd. Even a crowd surrounding her watching her wouldn't feel the same as she felt right then, being watched. This watching had an intensity to it - it pressed all around her. It felt close, intimate even. It felt as if it was peering through her thoughts and her feelings. It was looking right through her very soul and right at her. It felt as if it was looking even from within her. The entire realm in which she stood and breathed was filled with its presence. Even the air in which she was breathing contained its essence.

There was a moment this realization almost made it hard for her to separate where the entity began and where she began, but she shook her head.

I am Osa, she thought to herself.

The thought helped her ground herself even as she continued to be watched. Perhaps it should have made her feel afraid. But Osa had spent most of her life being dismissed, ignored, unheard. The attention she was receiving at that moment was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

And it thrilled her.

A wave of confidence helped solidify her form even more, and she tilted her head up and puffed out her chest in a proud manner.

Yes, she thought again to herself. Look at me.

And then, Riesig spoke. Though, it was a word she didn't hear. It was like a thrum of pure magic that coursed through her mind and soul leaving ripples in its wake. She shivered, unsure of whether it was due to her own excitement at feeling something so powerful or if it was the result of the word rippling and rolling through her entire being.

And then, it acknowledged her. Osa. The word rippling through her being made her shiver yet again, and she latched onto it - let herself be grounded by her name. She was Osa. She needed to remember that.

There was a silence, then, and it took her a moment to realize that Riesig was waiting. Waiting for her. This was her moment. She cleared her throat and stepped in a general forward direction (it was hard to tell which way was truly forward).

"Riesig, I am Osa Castel, a mage from Vesilmonia, the Grand Academy of the Arcane." These words probably didn't mean much to it, but it meant something to her. It inspired her with confidence.

"I have come seeking arcane secrets, your wisdom and your power," Osa told it, a fiercely determined expression on her face.

She realized she should probably be more specific, so she continued. "In a week's time, I will be marched in front of the expulsion board and made to plead my case for reasons why I should not be expelled from the academy which has been my place of study for many years."

She paused a moment, considering the entity she was speaking to. "Err... Many of MY years."

She waved a hand. "I realize time means nothing to you, but it is of utmost importance to me that I get what I desire quickly. As close to NOW as possible. The expulsion board believes I cannot handle or control the forbidden magicks which I have studied and practiced - I want to prove them wrong. Give me a method for containing that which often cannot be contained."

She took another step forward. "Further, my Power Ceremony is coming up in a few months' time. If I am to retain my power and achieve yet more of it, I will need to impress the Archwizard and the Council of Magic. I need to show them magic like that which they have NEVER seen, heard, or grasped at - it must leave a lasting impression - one that they will never shake free from."

It took her a little while, but even she realized how insolent she must have sounded - so demanding and greedy. A sigh escaped her lips. She bent down on one knee and bowed her head.

"Please?"

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

She spoke words, words that held little meaning to it. What reason should it have to know of the ways and worries of such tiny lights in the endless murky depths? No, it did not care to understand her words, save for the feelings behind them. Confidence surged out of her, a wave that grew with each meaning given. Pride, at the attention placed upon it, the mortal's frame standing tall and undaunted. Excitement too, a flutter beneath the tiny puddle that was this one's conscious thought. Something else too, hidden beneath all that pride and confidence.

Desperation.

The mortal sought something, hidden within the meanings of her words. She sought knowledge and power, hungered for it for reasons it did not care to understand. All that mattered was that it had what she wished, and perhaps she too would have something it desired. All would be known in a flickering moment, in the ripple of a memory. She prostrated herself before it, within it, beneath it. So would she receive the chance to gain what she sought, the opportunity to dive into the depths and grasp at that which she desired.

A grasp at the mortal's fragile mind, gently, so very gently, lest it shatter. A pull, tugging beneath the water's surface, the mortal frame's light disappearing into the murky deep. For a moment, for an eternity, nothing. Not even the rune's glow penetrated the darkness all around her. It watched her sink, deeper and deeper, until it pressed into her, found the framework within her own mind to grant her just the barest inkling of understanding. To commune with her, it would need something she could understand. To speak with her, it would need a mortal tongue and mortal hands. To impart that what she wished, they would need to be joined, as a mind to a mind. To join with her mind freely was to shatter the fragile surface. To preserve the fragile mind, it would need to hide behind the illusion of the flickering reality in which she existed, to pretend such joining was something more palatable.

So it would be.

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The room would be familiar to her. A reconstruction of her dorm room. Books were strewn about, ingredients haphazardly stored, potions left to roll about unchecked. The sun shone through the lone window, warming the room with it's light. Everything would be exactly as she remembered it should be.

Save the man seated at her desk.

He was a memory. A life lived long after her. He scribbled furious notes into a book that did not yet exist, humming to himself as he put pen to paper. Almost absentmindedly he brushed aside a bit of brown hair from his eyes, pulled the strange black cloak about his tall, lanky frame. All that could be heard was the scratch of his pen, the tuneless humming and the sound of a rippling wave, so far off as to be almost indistinct.

Beneath the illusion of this place, within the deepest parts of the woman known to be Osa came a ripple, like a drop disrupting still water.

A Command.

A Suggestion.

A Direction.

"Commune."

How far would she go?

"Learn."

How deep would she descend?

"Remember."

 

[Muselight]

Osa.. TRIED to wait for Riesig's response. Had she gone too far, perhaps? Had she offended the ancient unknowable eldritch entity in some way? Should she have come bearing gifts of some kind? She hadn't seen anything about that in any of the tomes she read, but she did remember chucking the book of warnings - maybe it was in there somewhere.

"What's taking so lo-AH!"

She felt something tug at the astral form of her mind and soul until she was pulled beneath the surface of the lake that Riesig had conjured for her. It occurred to her, then, how much she was at Riesig's mercy. It was Riesig who had deigned to conjure something she could use to ground herself with. Now, in the infinite darkness where she couldn't even so much as see herself because not even the glow of her runes could stand up against it, she had nothing to grasp.

It became that much harder for her to distinguish herself from Riesig. The entity could be felt everywhere, against her, IN her. What part of her was really her?

No. No, she was being ridiculous. Absurd! Everything about her was really her. She was...

Her name almost eluded her a moment.

"Osa. I am Osa."

And then, she found herself in her room. It took her a moment to get her bearings as she tried to figure out what was happening. Had... had she never left the dorm room? Had she fallen asleep studying again?

But then, she saw the man at her desk. Osa's emerald green eyes widened in surprise. But immediately afterwards, her expression hardened. She narrowed her eyes. Who was this stranger in HER room sitting at HER desk? How DARE-

She felt a thrum of pure magic ripple through the deepest parts of her being, and she shivered again. Violently. Her back arched, pushing her breasts upwards - looking for all the world as if she were offering herself up to the words rippling through her being. Riesig's unspoken words were power incarnate, and she yearned for it so desperately, she would've done anything to be taken by it.

No. She shook her head forcefully. No. She didn't want to be taken, she wanted to take for herself. She breathed. She was Osa Castel - and no magic or power would get the better of her. She was a mage seeking to be a master of the arcane arts - magic, powers, the cosmos - as far as she was concerned, it should all bend to HER whim.

Still, she paid attention to the Command. Commune. She grimaced at the thought.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah... Communing was not exactly her strongest suit. Before talking with the expulsion board and receiving her pending sentence, she remembered the last time she had communed with someone.

She had bumped into a fellow student at Vesilmonia, and instead of saying "excuse me" she said, "Get out of my way."

That was about the extent of her communing. She didn't have friends. She had books. She didn't really have rivals or enemies... she had obstacles. Learning, though, would probably be easier. She enjoyed learning. She wasn't entirely sure what she was supposed to be remembering, though.

Still, Osa hadn't come this far just to be deterred by something so otherwise simple as "communing."

She puffed out her chest and marched up to the desk where the man was sitting. She slapped her hand down on the desk, the motion causing her naked, rune-covered breasts to bounce before him.

"All right. You and me? We're communing - whatever the hell that means. You-" She pointed an index finger to the man's face centimeters from poking the very tip of his nose. "Have information that I want. And I'm not going to stop until you give me ALL that you have."

She made a grand gesture to herself when she had said "I" and held the pose a moment. The way she had gestured - it almost seemed as if she was trying to draw attention to her bountiful bosom. She was not, in fact. But it might have seemed that way.

However, after a moment's pause and looking down at herself and the way her hand was poised, she pulled her arms down tight at her sides, clenching her fists, eyes wide, blushing fiercely.

Right. She was naked. In front of a stranger.

No, no. She was still in the presence of Riesig - even now, she could feel its presence pressing in on her. Watching her. This was all just... some kind of illusion. Right. None of it was real. So, she wasn't really naked in front of some unknown man. She was just naked in front of Riesig... an eldritch entity who probably didn't really care much about the difference between clothing and nakedness, anyway. So, it was fine.

The red-hot blush continued to spread over her cheeks and to distract herself from the confusion of trying to separate what was reality and what was illusion, she snatched the piece of paper the man had been writing on from off the desk and held it up to her face. Her green eyes read over the paper, intense and focused.

"What's this?"

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Meanwhile, Osa's physical, naked body continued to levitate over the lake at the ancient ruins. It seemed for all the world as if she were in some sort of slumber or deep trance. Her breathing was soft and slow.

But her cheeks had begun to darken with a red blush.

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

The paper was a treatise on Eldritch ritualistic practices, something about transfer of intellect and preservation of personalities. Or at least, that was what it seemed to be from the quick scan Osa managed to conduct, before the paper was slipped from her hands and returned to the desk face down. She'd find herself staring into dark brown eyes, narrowed and suspicious. Almost as if the mere act of interacting with him helped bring him into focus, details formed into clarity before her eyes. His features were sharp, shark-like in their harshness. His eyes seemed to take in her form, naked save the runic paint across her skin, and instead of instantly falling over himself he grunted in dismissive, almost exasperated, acknowledgement. His arms crossed over his chest as he rose to his full height, standing a few inches taller than she, mouth curved down in a frown. His robes were embroidered with unfamiliar sigils, not the markings of Vesilmonia, though something equally unfamiliar.

"And who, might I ask, are YOU? This is my dormitory, and I appreciate being able to work in peace without having some uppity trollop wander in and stick her nose where it isn't wanted. Surely you aren't one of Erik's pointless little pranks? Certainly not as interested in my work as your claim to be, the man couldn't care less for what I've discovered. It's a wonder he can't pull his cock out of whatever woman's given him the time of day this month. If you would, go back and tell him he's wasted his time and-" Another look, this time taking in her whole body. "likely a great deal of coin. I give him my congratulations, at least he found a beauty this time, wherever he's hired you from. But I've no need for distractions, carnal or otherwise. I'm trying to put to paper what I've uncovered in the academy ruins, and I can't afford whatever nonsense he's put you to. Out, if you please."

The command was accompanied by a pointed finger towards the door. The door opened in response, a magical command felt tumbling through the air that wasn't exactly the grandest of magics. Still, he made no moves beyond another disapproving look at Osa, and he certainly didn't seem to notice that the doorway led into a vast, empty darkness rather than an academy hallway.

A ripple suddenly, a blurring of the images that made up this room, the man, the vision, and then sharp clarity once more, and the man was blinking in surprise, eyes focused on Osa's body more intently, making no notice of the sudden strangeness.

"Wait... those marking, I've seen those... stand still I need to examine this! Not a step out of place, you might smudge the markings!"

He was rummaging through his drawers then, extracting fresh paper and ink before he was kneeling before his, fingers sliding across her skin without concern for her personal space, copying down the runes she'd drawn onto the papers in his trembling hands. A fierce predatory smile, the light of discovery gleaming in his eyes, as the runes took shape in upon page, as notes were added to each, suggestions as to their meaning, their purpose. Even as he worked he muttered to himself, speaking through the logic of this or that, before finally, his hand tracing the rune about Osa's breast, he addressed her once more.

"Where did you get these? Who drew them? Not Erik, the imbecile. Couldn't manage basic runic formations, much less the careful work this must have required. What ingredients are these? Shimmer dust? No, doesn't have the right gleam. Emberbug perhaps?"

 

[Muselight]

Osa's green eyes widened as she started reading through the paper. Eldritch ritualistic practices? Transfer of intellect and preservation of personalities? It could very well be advanced level work especially in regards to transference of intellect - something she was pretty sure had only been theorized about -

The paper was slipped out of her hands before she could even begin reading further, frustrating her efforts to determine whether the treatise might actually be of use or not.

"HEY! I was reading that!"

Her intense focus immediately shifted towards man who had slipped the paper out of her hands, but her breath caught in her throat when he met her gaze with just as much intensity in his eyes - gazing at her with all suspiciousness. She really wasn't used to being looked at like that. Usually-

And then, he grunted at her, dismissive and exasperated. There it was. The dismissal - as if she wasn't worth paying attention to. Her expression hardened, and she didn't falter even when he rose to his full height standing a few inches taller than her. It was, admittedly, a little intimidating, but-

Much more intimidating than that was dealing with Riesig itself. She wasn't going to let a mere man intimidate her. Though, it appeared they were in her dorm at Vesilmonia, she didn't recognize the sigils on the man's robes. They didn't look like the standard robes students at Vesilmonia generally wore. She held her head up high and started to answer him when he asked who she was - but the man barreled on.

HIS dormitory? But it looked like HER dormitory. And...

She clenched her fists, face turning redder - though part of that was likely from anger. Uppity trollop? Of course, this was not the first such words had been directed towards her. She'd also been called stuck-up tramp, hotheaded cocktease, weird bikini girl, and many, many other things - when people deigned to pay attention to her at all. She suspected it was due to the fact that she had turned away from traditional mages' robes in favor of being as scantily-clad as possible. This was primarily for the purposes of getting into close touch with her magical potential by being as close to a "natural state" as possible. She'd have been lying if she said she didn't like the fact that it also drew the attention of men (and sometimes women) since she often craved attention in pretty much all its forms though much less the negative kind of attention, but - She didn't like anyone or anything trying to distract her from her pursuit of power.

The mental image given of some random man who had apparently had trouble pulling his cock out of women made her blush even further - spreading from her cheeks to the very tips of her ears. She watched him look her up and down and felt the urge to attempt to cover herself with her hands. Her arms even started to rise up as if she was about to do just that. But then, she realized she didn't want to seem as if she was ashamed of herself or give him the satisfaction of thinking she was lesser in some way because of her naked form. She had no reason to be ashamed - if anything, she had EVERY reason to be proud. She put her arms down and cast a defiant look in the man's direction. She thrust her breasts out, the action causing them to bounce freely, and spread her feet slightly apart, so that he could even get a better look between her legs.

It was as if she was telling him to go ahead and take a good, long look. She balked a little when he had the nerve to suggest that she'd been paid for in some manner for - for - Carnal reasons! Really! Her eyes narrowed ever more as he pointed a finger out the door and used some paltry magic for it to open. She cast only a brief glance at the outside - noticing the infinite darkness instead of academic hallways like one would've expected. Her expression softened a moment with contemplation and mild concern.

Riesig. That's right. She had made contact with Riesig, and she was still in contact with it. What was this place? Illusion, a reality, something other?

She turned her attention back to the man and huffed. "I am Osa Castel of Vesilmonia, the Grand Academy of the Arcane Arts! And YOU - have NO command over me." She made a slicing motion with her hand to emphasize this, and once again, her breasts jiggled due to the sharp movement. "I am not here because of coin - or - or whatever it is you're thinking that I am here for." She stamped her foot on the ground and she was going to continue when suddenly, the scene before her rippled.

Everything blurred and became cast in confusion. Her green eyes widened a moment, and she reached out towards the rippling scene in hopes that she might better understand what was going on. And then, as suddenly as it happened, suddenly everything came into focus again. The man was looking at her in surprise, focusing intently on her. No. Not on her. On her body.

And once again, he seemed to think he could command her. She tilted her head up. "I will step wherever I like, thank you very-"

She paused and shot a sharp glare in the man's direction. Uppity trollop was one thing. But suggesting the markings would smudge! She took a step forward, green eyes flashing.

"Smudge? As if I were some - " She gestured haphazardly with her hands. "Mere NOVICE? I cannot beli-"

And then, he was kneeling before her. She blinked and looked down. Well. This was an unexpected development. Nobody had ever kneeled in front of her before. She glanced about in a quick moment before glancing back down again. A strong thrill shot down her spine, and a warmth spread from within her and reached down into her nether regions. There was something about this that she liked.

Very much so.

And then his manly but scholarly hands were upon her, fingers dancing upon her cream-colored skin painted in the ancient runes. She gasped, then her breath began to quicken - a tell-tale sign she was becoming aroused, even though the lips of her pussy were not yet swelling or becoming glistening wet.

She had never been touched like this before. Indeed, she didn't even use her own hands to touch herself in such an intimate manner. On the rare occasions she had become aroused, she had simply chosen to ignore it - neglecting the sexual needs of her body, starving herself of touch. She did not have time for masturbation or personal pleasure when there was so much to study and so much work to be done.

Perhaps it was because she was so touch-starved, she leaned into the man's touches, stranger though he was and caring little about encroaching on her personal space. And then, he looked at her with that fierce predatory smile, and she shivered. It was as if she was something meant to be taken for himself and used however he saw fit.

She was sure she had been thinking something earlier about being taken and how it rather ought to be that all should bend to her whim or - something like that. It was a little hazy at the moment. Maybe there was also something about that smile she liked. She wasn't sure. In any case, he seemed to smile the same smile at the paper he was writing on as well. So, she couldn't be entirely sure it was her he wanted to take and use.

When he had finished his writing and muttering, his hand came up to trace the rune on her breast, and a soft, wanting sigh escaped her lips. She found herself trying to press her breast up against his hand. Her pussy lips began to swell, and she could feel juices beginning to develop around her opening.

But his questions snapped her out of the fascination and curiosity she had with what was happening to her body. She shook her head, then she gave his hand a light smack and pulled away to put a little more distance between them. Again, she tilted her head up.

"Where? Hmph. From the Octamorgaphasmodion Grimoire, cross-referenced by the Archaic Runes of Forbidden Magic Encyclopedia, Volume 3, modified by the Eldritch Ritual Compendium, volumes 2 AND volumes 8."

She put her hands on her curvaceous hips. "Clearly, I did."

She shook her head at the man when he suggested that shimmer dust of all things would've been the ingredients for such runes. Communing with this man was how she was supposed to obtain arcane secrets hitherto unknown? She hadn't realized eldritch entities were capable of joking. Because that's surely what this must have been. A joke.

But she gave pause when he dismissed the notion and suggested emberbug instead. Osa narrowed her eyes, then looked the man up and down, considering him - studying him.

"Well." She crossed her arms over her chest, not in a manner meant to hide herself in any way, but in a manner that suggested she was skeptical of the man before her. "That's partially correct. Emberbug, ley line spider eggs, harpy's feather, the dew from a pitcher plant enchanted by pixies in the realm forgotten by time, the seeds from prism root, a smidge-" She put her forefingers together. "Of phantom tree sap -"

She gave another huff. "So, the markings won't smudge because I-"

She made another grand gesture to herself which again drew attention to her ample bosom. "Am not a novice."

She continued. "And of course, the lake water from the Ancient Ruined Temple of Riesig - sometimes called the Black Grass Ruins."

She paused. "The glowing is due to the fact that I consumed an Ethereal Essence potion - I believe the ingredients for that comes from the combined essences of doppelgangers, mirror image beings, shadow people, and powerful spirits of nature while they are in a heightened emotional state."

Ethereal Essence potions could be difficult to obtain, particularly for mages before they had their Power Ceremony. The essences of such beings could be collected a number of ways such as by extracting them through tears or by extracting them from soul fragments - though, these such extraction methods would often make the Ethereal Essence Potion in question expensive and highly coveted. But generally speaking, the easiest and cheapest method of collection was through extracting the essence from the semen of such mystical beings. Ethereal Essence potions of this variety, while still difficult to obtain, were often relatively cheap because it was thought most wouldn't be willing to drink it unless the circumstances were really that desperate.

Osa, of course, simply thought she was getting a great deal on a difficult to obtain potion and hadn't thought to question essence specifics since it could so often mean many things. It is likely that even if she had known, she would've drank it, anyway - though, perhaps with less enthusiasm.

"But enough about my runes, I'm not here to teach you. I'm here because you're supposed to teach me. Though, what, if anything, you can teach me after even considering shimmer dust of all things is quite debatable at the moment."

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

"Ethereal Essence, you say? Not something you'd come by easily. Perhaps it could be substituted with dragon's blood extract- no, too much elemental contamination. Equally difficult to obtain regardless. Demon bile would result in corruption... perhaps purified with some Dawndew... Wait, did you say Riesig?"

The man was up and moving again, digging through his notes, thumbing through papers. It was minutes of digging, muttering, cursing before he finally found what he was looking for, pulling a single half destroyed page from among the piles of notes. Without warning he took Osa by the arm, drawing her over to desk and directing her attention to the page. Upon it was a handful of symbols, drawn in a dizzying array, repeated over and over. Beneath, a single word- Riesig.

"This! This is where my research has been leading me! Riesig is mentioned everywhere within the ruins beneath the academy, alongside the consumption of memory and thought. It can somehow store an entire being within itself, transfer such knowledge directly to another! I've been trying to simulate it, recreate the methodology, but so far nothing! I think it might have something to do with the melding process, simple mind entanglement enchantments don't work, touch based magics seem to backfire. I've hit a roadblock but you-"

His eyes were on her now, feverish, drunk with the sudden chance at the answers he sought right before him. He had her by the shoulders, gaze boring into her eyes as if the answers lay just on the other side.

"You're here, and you have these runes! Reference books I've never even heard of! There must be something you can tell me, something that would make the intellect transference possible! If we could emulate this Riesig, even with just a fraction of its potency, why... imagine! We could stimulate growth, perfectly pass on understanding! Schools would be entirely unnecessary, people could simply know the things they wished to know! You'll help, you must help! If we can get it to function, I would be more than happy to share what I know, the magic I've unlocked! We could even use the transference, you wouldn't even need time to master it! You'd just know!"

 

[Muselight]

Osa felt more than a little proud of herself when the man recognized that Ethereal Essence potion was something difficult to obtain. She gave a haughty upward tilt of her head. "Yes. And I got it at a considerable discount, too."

She blinked when the man suddenly jumped into a flurry of activity at the mention of Riesig, and she watched him, curiosity sparkling in her green eyes. She was caught in a sudden movement by the arm and pulled over to his desk and directed towards the page. Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the dizzying array of symbols - and a single word - Riesig.

She could hear the man's breathless excitement in his rambling, and she tucked a hand under her chin, thoughtful. She had read on her Riesig trading card, of course, that a person could lose themselves and their individuality entirely to Riesig, but she hadn't known the specifics. Riesig storing an entire being with themselves and transfer knowledge directly from one to another! What an amazing and thrilling concept - what -

Osa stared, wide-eyed at the man, for a moment. Could it be possible? Was THIS man some unfortunate soul who had lost himself in a quest for obtaining knowledge from Riesig? Or was SHE-

She shook her head vigorously. No, no. She hadn't lost herself. She was Osa. She knew who she was, she knew where she was - in a general manner of speaking - somewhere connected to Riesig - somehow - She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

She could still feel the light braided rope against her ankle - her anchor - a way back to her body. She was okay. She would be fine. She opened her eyes again and decided not to trouble herself with the specifics. Whoever the man was or where they were in actuality at that specific time was irrelevant to her own quest.

Her brow furrowed as the man continued on about how he had hit a roadblock in his studies. Simple mind entanglement enchantments - mind entanglement, simple or not, was no easy feat. Perhaps this mage was more capable than she was giving him credit for. Perhaps Riesig was not playing some kind of eldritch joke on her, if such a thing existed at all.

She gasped when he laid his hands on her bare shoulders and stared deeply, questioningly into her eyes. Intellect transference... Could it really become more than just a theory she had read invented by a mage who had widely been regarded as a dangerous crackpot (personally, she had always thought the theory had merit, and the mage was onto something - just another case of stuffy traditionalists limiting magical potential). She found herself getting caught up in the man's excitement as the possibilities reached through to her. She could see it plain as day - a new era of magic in which ALL knowledge was more readily available and easily obtained. The progress that could be made! The things everyone could learn! More time could be available to actually develop NEW theories and spells and enchantments rather than learning the same things over and over again!

Her eyes widened further as realization struck her.

This! This is how Riesig intended to pass on arcane secrets to her! Intellect transference... It needed the mind of a mortal - something she could grasp onto and comprehend. And - and - this would be the QUICKEST way. If they could figure out how to successfully transfer their intellect to one another, she'd be able to master magics she previously had no inkling of without study and practice!

"Of course!" she said, breathless with excitement. It was an indication, of course, that she would help him, but also an unwittingly spoken word to her discovery about what Riesig was trying to do.

Her mind raced with thought. "I've read something about intellect transference theory before. All of my magic professors derided the work as the ramblings of a dangerous lunatic, but I always felt like there was something to it - even though, I haven't yet been able to pursue or look further into it."

She broke eye contact with him and slipped out of his grasp on her shoulders, so she could begin pacing the room. "I remember - it was something much more powerful than mind entanglement or touch-based magic. It was more something akin to mind enthrallment with touch-based magic."

She looked up at the ceiling, narrowing her eyes. "Mind enthrallment - the act of subjecting another mind's will to your own - magically enslaving them essentially - is, of course, highly forbidden, illegal magic. But that wasn't the only component to what he was suggesting. What he suggested was a spell that would mutually enthrall a mage to one another at the same time as well as the concept of mind sync - So instead of causing a dangerous reaction in which the mages both become thralls with no master to lead them or undo the enthrallment - it would lead to the coveted prospect of intellect transference. Minds on the same wavelength that could interact and exchange all thought and knowledge!"

She spread her arms out wide to indicate how big the potential to this idea was. "Of course, mind enthrallment requires drawing upon a tremendous amount of energy, and the touch-based magic would require a great deal as well - as much physical contact as possible. And then, there's the whole issue with finding a way to reach the mind sync effect so we don't end up turning each other into useless magical zombies."

Osa tucked a hand under her chin again. "We'd need to be in similar heightened emotional states, I think - a state that keeps reason and thought to a minimum. And as for where we could draw upon such a tremendous amount of energy - Hmm. Perhaps an act of nature of some kind."

She made her way over to his desk and opened the desk drawers - clearly having as little respect for his personal space as much as he had for hers. She found some paper and grabbed the pen. She bent over his desk, unaware of how much she was practically presenting her full, bare ass to him, as if she were just asking to be mounted. He might have even been able to see a hint of glistening from her pussy. She began to write what little she could remember about mind enthrallment.

"It seems like it would be impossible. I'm not sure what act of nature we could harness while sharing similar heightened emotional states. The act of consuming food is a natural act, but not one that would have enough power to it or would be able to allow us to sync our minds since we'd likely have different reactions even to eating our favorite foods. We could try to capture a mystical storm, but again, we run into the mind sync problem - while I'd find such a prospect thrilling; it's possible such a prospect would leave you shaking in your standard-issue mage booties."

Osa wasn't trying to be insulting. It was just obvious she didn't get to communicate with people at length very often.

"Besides, mystical storms are notoriously difficult to capture anyway on top of trying to use such power to fuel the mind enthrallment, and-" She tapped her pen against the paper, looking lost in thought.

"I haven't studied mind enthrallment at length. I mean, I did take a quick looksie at it for curiosity's sake, but then I got distracted by equally forbidden and illegal magic pertaining to the summoning of infernal creatures from hellish planes, so-" She waved a hand dismissively.

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

"Infernals. Useless for anything long term, but certainly of great use in acts of limited destruction. Enslaving one of the simple minded ones is a rather dull affair, they tend to be easy to wrap in the enchantments required for easy manipulation. It's not even particularly dangerous magic, honestly speaking. Perhaps it would be something to teach you. Dominating a mind was such boring research, even if it is fairly useful. Human minds are not so interesting to poke about in... a bit less well regarded as well..." He was pondering, hand rubbing at his chin as he gave her words the due consideration they deserved. "Entanglement is a difficult thing to pull off properly, much less safely. But then, I doubt safety is much of a concern at this point. We'll need to be wary of mental contamination of course, memory not quite ending up where they're supposed to, not to mention the near limitless potential for simply not having enough power to safely untangle the melding. Perhaps a twisting of the spells, having them naturally fray at the edges over time, thus rendering it safe enough to perform. It would certainly only require minor adjustments to the runic structure..."

He spoke, and then a drop into the lake, a ripple across the surface, another shift within the memory. A prodding, and the man was set upon a much more direct path. She knew the intent now, had arrived at the conclusion, as many had before. Now to test her ability to withstand, to receive the information she desired so badly. Would her mind fracture, spiderweb cracks upon memory and reason, only to shatter under the pressure? Or would she prove more resilient, a will proven able and willing to survive the sharing of understanding.

She, leaned over as she was with her bare ass on display and the tantalizing view of the prize between her legs. He, a man whom normally could not care less for the pleasures of the flesh. Yet he was a man with a thirst for power, knowledge, control. He would do anything for them, single mindedly perform any act that would give him what he wanted, and curse the consequences. A thought was planted in his mind now, an idea, triggered most likely by her mention of an act of nature, of synchronization, of being in the same state at the same time. Or perhaps it was placed there by something deeper, something more ancient, pushing the pieces into place that they might give follow the path it desired.

He was upon her before she could react, the idea taking root and filling his mind with prospective success. Of course, why hadn't he thought of it before? The act of carnal pleasure, of seeking two bodies meeting, was there anything that spoke more deeply to the primal within all men and women? What better way to think and act as one person? One hand pressed into her back, held her in place bent over the table. His other found its way between her legs, a finger teasing, asking, offering, demanding of the woman's pussy. He could feel it, the magic on her skin humming to life once more as he poured just a trickle of power into it. Yes, she'd do as the anchor for the magic, as the recipient of the knowledge. She'd help him prove his research, then it would be he who was sitting upon the Grand Council of the Thirteen. There could be no more obvious answer, and he would see it done, whether she was willing or not.

"You know, the act of mating would provide all the things we require. Not to mention it is strongly related to many magical rituals, suggesting it an already commonplace, even powerful, medium for the workings of great magic." His fingers continued their work upon her, drawing her out, preparing her. He'd heard plenty of stories from his supposed roommate, of how women needed readying before they could be taken. He'd not any firsthand knowledge, but he didn't require it either, not now. Following instinct and secondhand knowledge would prove enough, and if it worked he'd have plenty of time to practice in the years to come as he mastered the magic they were about to perform. His breathing grew heavier, a combination of his thrill in making this one more step closer and the lust that now shot through him as primal hunger took its toll. She was a beauty of a woman, this Osa, and if this was required at least he'd the pleasure of beautiful woman as the trial run. He fumbled with the trappings of his clothing and then his cock was free, hard and ready, pressing against the softness of her ass.

"I'd apologize for taking this so quickly, for being overeager. But I'm not sorry, and I hate lying. So instead, I think I shall thank you for your participation in the realization of a dream."

A long moment, as he lined himself up with the pussy lips, pressed his cockhead against her, readied both primal hunger and potent magics to perform the ritual he'd spent his life hunting. Another pause, a deep breath shaking with excitement at the prospects.

"So... thank you."

Then he drove himself to the hilt inside her.

 

[Muselight]

Osa looked over what she was writing, deep in thought. She felt like there was something obvious she was missing. Some piece of the puzzle that would fit in to an open, blank space so perfectly. She tapped the pen against the desk, brow furrowed in concentration.

Her eyes widened after a moment. Wait! What if-

But the line of thought was interrupted when she felt a man's firm hand against her back pressing her into the desk. She felt just a bit squished as her naked breasts rubbed up against the smooth wood of the desk. She tried to turn around, a bit outraged by so suddenly being man-handled, but she couldn't seem to get up. Though, the man likely didn't have much strength in him due to being a scholar, it was equally true that she didn't, either.

"Hey! What do you think you're- oooooooh!" She bit her lower lip in an attempt to keep from making more embarrassing noises as the other mage probed at her pussy with a finger. She had all too often starved herself of touch which only contributed to making her rather sensitive down there such that even inexperienced hands could illicit sparks and waves of pleasure. She had thought she intended to clamp her thighs together to make it harder for him to play with her body since she hadn't given him permission to do so. But instead, she tried to wriggle closer to the hand that was bringing her pleasure and trying to spread her feet apart to give him easier access.

Her cheeks burned with shame as she realized she was spreading herself for him like some common slut. But as the runes on her skin began to glow brighter, and she felt magic and power course through her body, running sidelong with physical pleasure, she found she couldn't really focus or be bothered to care much about that.

Then, he added more fingers to play with and probe at her needy pussy which was beginning to leak her juices onto his hand. She could scarcely hear him over the sound of her own soft moans and long sighs. But his words managed to get through to the reason that had taken a backseat to pleasurable sensation.

Mating. Sex. Intercourse.

"Of course," she breathed, eyes lit up as if she was experiencing a eureka moment.

It was capable of tapping into powerful wells of magic - and she'd always thought if she could find an appropriate and intelligent enough partner, she'd probably-

She'd felt his fingers leave her pussy, heard some rustling behind her, and then felt something much thicker than a couple of fingers resting atop her soft, feminine ass. She felt her breath catch in her throat, and her eyes went wide.

"Um, maybe we should talk about this first - I've read that sexual rituals are kind of compli-"

They hadn't seemed that complicated, and of course, if this was the fastest way to retrieve the arcane secrets and power she desired so much, she was more than willing to do whatever it takes - It was just - she hadn't expected it to happen so fast.

She gasped, unable to complete her sentence when she felt the man's cockhead at her virgin entrance. She heard him tell her that he'd apologize for taking this so quickly -

This. As if it - her pussy - was nothing more than a vessel to provide pleasure and unlock ancient, powerful magic. She narrowed her eyes.

"Take this? You mean me. It's me you're taking." Of course, her tone of outrage could've easily been mistaken as a tone of demand - for him to take her and hurry up about it.

The last thank you prompted a feeling of panic in her as she realized what was about to happen. There was so much she wanted to say, so many questions she had, lingering doubts - she hadn't met a unicorn after all, and it was all happening so, so fast -

"W-wait!"

What for the man undoubtedly felt like his cock had taken an easy, smooth, wet glide into her hot and tight virgin paradise felt to her as if she'd been forced open and had an actual mage's staff shoved up inside of her. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she cried out in pain. It had been all too easy for his shaft to obliterate her maiden barrier.

Her hands gripping and grasping - she ended up crumpling up one of the papers underneath her.

The silky smooth, velvety walls of her warm wet pussy spasmed around the intruder in her depths - likely only adding to the man's pleasure. She made an attempt to wriggle away from him, but it seemed moving caused a fresh sting of pain for her, so she did her best to stay still.

"I told you to wait," she managed, sounding out of breath and straining from having taken a man's penis into her for the first time.

 

[WeaverofWorlds]

"Waiting is for those unwilling to find the answers they seek."

It was hardly an apology, if it was one at all. The man didn't even seem all that interested in what she was saying. He held himself inside of her, eyes closed, as if marshalling himself to continue. He was truth be told, because his virgin body was experiencing something deeply pleasurable, but he'd managed to avoid spending himself inside her through cold, hard determination. The long pause, however, provided enough time for him to wrangle the sensations into some semblance of control, though her slight wiggling was... less than helpful.

"If you would stop wiggling so much, I can almost guarantee you this would be easier for the both of us."

Though he sounded sure of himself, it could be easily construed, as both were scholars rather than socialites, that he hadn't a clue as to what he was actually talking about. Despite being pushed to the limit within Osa, cock stretching the walls of her pussy, the man seemed content to stay there, allowing her in some way to grow accustomed to the intrusion into her body.

"You know, if you'd just go along with this, rather than fight it, we could find a way to make this easier, get it over with and fight out if MY theory proves correct. Or, I suppose, I could be forced to see what enslaving your mind does, though I'd imagine that would make it impossible to tell if magical transference of knowledge works at all, given you'd be little more than a mental slave." A hum of musing from behind her, fingers drumming absentmindedly upon the flesh of her rear. "Though that might be something to consider... would you mind writing that down for me? Another experiment to run. Not on you of course, you've proven... adequately intelligent as to actually converse with. Do tell me when you're ready to continue, if you would. As pleasurable as the experience is, I'd rather the knowledge that I'm right, and I would love to write up my findings once again."

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A complication.

The mortal was unprepared, untainted by the touch of other mortals. An obstacle for the works to come, for the necessary acts to be seen through. But she'd laid herself bare within the yawning sea of consciousness, that gave a certain degree of... power...

Another ripple across the scene.

A touch, like the cold depths of the ocean upon the Osa's skin, flowing across the surface of her being. It slipped into her, through the fragile flesh of her mortal soul, pressed in upon the sharp warmth of pain. Chill soaked through it, replaced hurt with relief, left behind only a subtle tingle as the touch of something beyond slipped away once more.

Patience.

Watchfulness.

Ease the passage of knowledge, whet the appetite of the one who hungers, makes it easier for she who dives within. The mortal enjoyment gave way to eager seeking of more, all which serves the will and purpose desired.