Summoned from the underworld.

[KillerMuffin]

One didn't have to be a mind reader to understand what he wanted. I wrinkled my nose. He wanted to stick his fingers in my body. Well, he was much better than the Dean who had scales and warts from his own spell-casting foibles. Cain's fingers were smooth and long, well-formed and human.

"If we do this, we can get on with our business?" I asked, just to be sure. He nodded. "Okay. Just be careful when you stick your fingers in, it hurts. I threw up when the Dean did it. And don't go poking around or I'll bite you like I bit him."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Perhaps he had been wrong, he hadn't spied more than once... He still felt she was bluffing him... What was he thinking?! Her virginity didn't matter in the long run... Raising an eye brow, Cain gave Muffin a questioning look. A slight smirk took its place upon his lips. "What are you playing at Muffin..." He suddenly remembered how she had felt his rear. "Oh dear... Your attracted to me... Arn't you?" His eyes were lit with ammusment at the realization.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Of course not!" I was affronted. How dare he consider that I might be attracted to him! I'm not!!!! "Anyway, if that's what it takes to get you to teach me magic, then that's what it takes. Just hurry up and get it overwith."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Running his hand along her inner thigh, Cain rested his palm against Muffin's sex. His eyes darkened as his lips parted slightly, leting his breath pass over her face. His fingers trailed upward along either side of her opening, then with a challenging glare he slowly pushed them into her, watching her sharply, hawkishly for even the slightest reaction.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

Tiador looked the materials he would use soon: a small bit of fleece, crushed almond shell, a silver bell, and some thread.

The bit of fleece and the shell were for the illusion with sight and sound qualities. Simple enough.
The spell requiring the bell and thread was known by every student. It summons and binds a denizen with no visible form or mass that can be given a simple task and it will perform it. Most students would have it sweep their rooms or carry light books (nothing heavy).

The tasks could be anything, Tiador discovered. Anything. And it will do it. Repeatedly. For a long, long time.

He liked to think that he always called a she and that she was... wherever she was... just waiting for him to call her for this task. The illusion was just to make it more real. It seemed real anyway.

The first spell was cast and Myrtle, his childhood governess, appeared before him. He had dressed her in an outfit that a little known nobleman, De'Sade, had described in a book. One that Tiador read, several times. The black leather corsette held the governess' curves so nicely. He concentrated on the image, forming it exactly. The leather whip was added later but he thought it a nice touch.

"Time to give you a 'feel'." he mused and recited a small incantation before ringing the bell and tying the thread in a knot. He always felt sheepish explaining what he wanted to thin air. He described exactly how he wanted to be touched.

As unseen hands undress him he moves the illusion closer. Her visible form unlaces each tie as the invisible hands let them drop.

"This one is going to be good." he congratulates himself. The image used her free hand to roam over her own illusory body, twistig and pinching her illusory nipples for his amusement.

He was getting into it when a noise from outside broke his concentration. The illusion shifted from his governess to his mother, Giving him a stern, What-are-you-doing-young-man look. Tiador tried to recover the governess, or the chamber maid, or any other of his many fantasy women. Nothing would change the illusion. "Oh well, he thought, I can work with this too." His mother starts sauntering over to him. Tiador has his mother start to undress him.

Quite unexpectedly, the window flies open from the wind and the illusion dissipates. Tiador goes to close the window but the unseen servant had gotten to he oral part of it's (her) assigned task. Tiador fights against the sensation to close the window. He waves the Unseen Servant away. He's no longer in the mood.

He settles down to read a book on hypothetical bindings that can be performed with other worldly denizens. The pictures are quite lovely.


OOC: editted to remove the mistakes that posting at 2am invariably causes.

[Edited by Vivid on 03-19-2001 at 11:27 AM]

 

[KillerMuffin]

Well, it wasn't as bad as when the Dean had done it. I set my back teeth and glared at him. His fingers were huge and vaguely irritating. Oddly enough, they didn't feel bad at all. Kind of good, actually. I watched him hawkishly to see what he was up to.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Pulling his slim fingers from her slowly, Cain sighed. "So you are a virgin still... Just means the Dean had yet to bend you over... I am sure he would have given time..." Cain stepped away from her his hands to his sides, the fingers he had used to probe her twitched nervously for a brief moment. "Lets just go find Tiador..."

 

[KillerMuffin]

"See, I told you I'm not a slut." Did I sound hurt? Nah, I'm too tough to be hurt by what he thought of me. I brushed that thought on. "Tiador is in his room doing, um," I blushed a brilliant scarlett at the things Tiador was doing in his room. "Um, things. Yeah. Things."

Before he could ask me anything, I whirled about and headed off down the hall. Something wasn't quite right. Drat. How was I going to turn around and head to Tiador's room without looking like an idiot?

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Standing there, watching as Muffin started off down the wrong direction, Cain tapped his foot. He called out to her in a mocking tone. "Oh, I'm sorry my dear... Did I get you a bit flustered?" He folded his arms then, and drew in a sharp breath of irritation. Cocking his head, he sniffed... Then looked down at his fingers. A mild blush came to his pale, taught cheeks when he realised he could smell the lingering scent of her sex on his fingers.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"I meant to do that," I said airly, waving a hand in dismissal. I stopped, took a deep breath, and frowned. I wiggled a little bit. My thighs were irritatingly wet. I frowned again and wiggled some more. I resisted the temptation to dry off in front of him. Blasted man. It was all his fault.

I turned around and glared at him. He wasn't paying any attention to me. I concentrated, hard, just to get the spell right. A few mumbled words and a finger wriggle. The wall sconce behind him popped like a sword clanging off armor and turned into a lovely spray of gardenias complete with a shower of sparks and petals.

"Dammit," I muttered.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Shrugging off the spell she had tried to cast on him, Cain nodded, tucking his hand away a little more. the scent was bringing about a little too much of a reaction from him and he didn't want to give her even the slightest hint of it. So he turned away from her, hiding the uncontrolable swelling in his pants from her sight as he began to walk down the hall, stepping on the flower petals as he did.

Even with his hand tucked away the way it was he swore he could still smell her scent. His erection only getting worse and before long they would be at Tiador's room, how on earth would he be able to hide it then... "Damnable woman... How... Galling!" He thought as he walked.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I licked my lips as he stomped down the hall. Mother would cheerfuly kill to get him into her clutches. I followed him, enjoying the exciting view of his rump. I didn't notice when we reached Tiador's room, too busy concentrating on that rear. Normally I did a quick little "peek" to see if the occupant was otherwise occupied. Cain solved that problem by reaching up to knock.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Trying to keep his back to Muffin, Cain reached up to knock on Tiador's door. Her damn scent, it was quickly creeping in, stealing his thoughts away from what he should be focusing on. He turned his head to look back at her, up and down. What was he doing?! Checking her out?! He fought the urge to shake his head as though that would clear his thoughts.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I was tempted to reach out and grab his rear again. I liked the way it felt the first time I'd touched it. Smooth, firm, and supple. I just didn't want Tiador to catch me with a handful of ass. Not to mention that damned empathic stuff. I couldn't always keep it from broadcasting whatever I felt, especially if it was particularly good or bad. No one knew I was a mind mage, and no one could ever know. The only thing better than a mind mage was a dead mind mage in some peoples' books.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"What are you looking at?" Cain hissed, edginess in his voice. As he spoke his eyes drifted down the the roundness of Muffin's breasts. A second later he locked eyes with her again.

 

[scylis]

OOC

pleeeeeeeeeese post, Myst! i'm dying here! i hope it's nothing i've done...

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Personally, I think it may be a bit. She gave word over in the gen forum that she wanted to start a sexual rp. So she asked that I start it up for us. I did so, but the way the story line has gone, its not seeming as though she will be allowed the opportunity to be given to a sexual situation. That is partially my fault, and I have tried to work something out with the sexy imp but no word has come back on that really... Perhaps you, dear scylis, make one more post... (Something she can work with on perhaps a sexual bent? Seeing as that is what she had intended for the thread in the first place.) I too ask ya Myst... If ya stay silent much longer we won't be able to continue the story...

 

[bluntforcemama]

Alyn

Alyn looked at Edwin with a gleam in her eye... Could this human really think that she would be his familiar? She decided to take a chance. She smiled and whispered "Yes, I'd love to." To the wizard across the room. She spread her thighs and waited for him to look at her.

OOC: Sorry! I had missed Scylis' last post and thought he was gone!

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC:

IC: Was he staring at my...? Nah. Not Cain of all people. "Well," I hissed nervously. "Are you going to knock or just stand there all night?"

 

[scylis]

Edwin

"Your sincerity touches me," Edwin quiped. He snapped his finger and activated the spell to bind them as master and familiar. There was a flash of light, followed by a jolt that felt like electricity running up and down their spines, though it lasted for only a few seconds. When it was over, Edwin felt a dull throbing in his head, meaning Alyn must have tried to resist, though only a little.

Can you hear me, imp? Edwin thought.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Rolling his eyes Cain knocked a second time, it was pointless to argue with her some times. His jaw line flexed with agitation as he noted he still had an erection from her seductive scent.

 

[bluntforcemama]

"Of course I can hear you." She spoke outloud, defying his wishes.... "Now what of MY wants and needs?" She asked. SHe stood up and peeled her wet clothes off like an orange, revealing ripe, glowing skin underneath. She walked up to Edwin and put her fingers to his lips. "Suck them." She commanded.

 

[scylis]

Edwin grabbed Alyn's hand at the wrist. "Your needs and wants will be met, little one," Edwin almost snarled, "but you would be wise to remember who gives the commands in our little partnership. Now that we are bonded, it will be that much easier to break you, and much more pleasurable, besides." An evil grin spread across his face. "But on occasions such as this, I'll let it go, if it pleases you. A mage should always keep his familiar happy." His tongue snaked out and flicked at her little fingers before engulfing them. Her little, delicate fingers fit easily into his mouth.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador's door

OOC: Sorry, Rolling CA blackouts popped my system outta whack.

The first knocking startled Tiador. He had finally regained his mood and his illustrated book on demonic bindings was splayed open on his bed, his pants around his knees.

He quickly pulled his clothes on, hoping his long shirt would cover the noticeable bulge in his trousers. He shoved the book under his pillow and quickly checked the looking glass. His green eyes were pale in the candlelight and his sandy hair was disshevelled. At least the freckles that were the bane of his existence were less noticable.

The second knock mobilized him and he opened the door. Cain he recognized immediately. He'd been in arguments with instructors more than once - always wanting more knowledge or trying unassigned spels. There was a young lady behind him looking irritated. Tiador got the impression she looked irritated often.

Tiador had seen her around but never really talked to her. For that matter, he never really talked to Cain either.

"Cain, Hi. It's pretty late." he chided himself for saying the obvious. He opened the door wider as invitation for them to come in. "Hello, Miss...."

[Edited by Vivid on 03-21-2001 at 02:04 AM]

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Muffin," I said, trying not to sound irritated. I thought everyone knew who I was. My mother was, after all, a woman of some reknown. Well, considering her reknown, maybe it's not such a bad thing to be unknown.

I followed Cain into the room, not particularly liking the psychometric emanations I was picking up. Oh well, it's not like we were exactly here for tea and Cain was just as bad about things at times.

Tiador firmly closed the door behind us, shooting the bolt, then crossed over to his bed. I stopped next to Cain and regarded Tiador silently. Cain regarded Tiador silently. Tiador regarded me silently. Then Tiador regarded Cain silently. I frowned. Well, this was getting us no where.

Elbowing Cain in the ribs, I nodded to Tiador. Cain glowered at me. Nope, he didn't want to ask for help at all. I could see that plainly in his face without the help of all the stubbornness leaking from him. I elbowed Cain again.