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Al'ika's eyebrow raised in amusement and thought. "Huh. She would say that." She sipped her wine. "Were you Isep's instructor?"
 
'I was," he said. "I'm surprised she never told you about me. Unless she did and you're just egging an old man on?"
 
"Isep and I are more of acquaintances than friends," Al'ika smiled. "She and I rarely talk about how we were taught. We just know we were taught. She was taught about sex. I was taught about fighting. It balances out."
 
"Well in that case, let me introduce myself," he said. "I am Jester Blackreaper, a wandering blue mage of some power. You would b Al'ika. More drink?"
 
"Please," Al'ika said, holding out her glass. "And yes, that I would be." She smiled. "Blackreaper. . . That name sounds familiar. . . You didn't happen to know my father? He was fond of cursing out a man called Blackreaper."
 
Al'ika nodded. "Last name is S'enoi. First name would've been Jasper. Jasper S'enoi." She chuckled. "Don't go by looks, I look nothing like him, may the heavens have mercy upon his soul." She rolled her eyes.
 
"I do remember him!" he said, laughing heartily. "You cock block a guy eight or ten times and he never lets you live it down."
 
Al'ika laughed. "Yep, that sounds like my father," she agreed. "He'd especially do it while he was drunk, and that was more often than not. I have no clue about when he wasn't I was. . . otherwise occupied, particularly in my studies."
 
"The night is getting on, and while there's still time before morning, we need to talk business," he said, finishing his glass and handing her the book. "Tell me what you feel."
 
Al'ika took the book and closed her eyes. "Warmth. . . Gentleness. . . Playful. . . . Fear. . . Uncertainty. . . . Rough, like a sword with nicks in it. . . Frustration. . . . Excitement. . . . Love. . . . Ecstasy. . . ."
 
"You passed the test," he said. "Now your father would kill me if he knew I gave you "Whore magic", as he liked to call it, but I think you deserve to have a chance to learn it."
 
"Jasper S'enoi is dead, his throat slit." Al'ika said it shortly. She smiled, calming down. "I'm sorry. But I've also never really cared what he thought."
 
"I'm sorry to hear that, whatever your relationship may have been," he said. "And he was partially right, there are blue mages out there who want nothing more than to enslave lovers for themselves, but used properly, it is a force of pleasure and comfort."
 
Al'ika nodded. "Alright. Let's begin." She clasped her hands together. "Any magic I can use is greatly beneficial."
 
"There is an initiation to the order," he said. "Don't worry, I think you'll enjoy it." He took off his shirt and began to remove his pants.
 
Al'ika sighed and carefully stripped and soon, she was naked before him, and she tossed her hair back over her shoulder.
 
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