Topic: Mage Ascension: The Shadow of Passion

Ivinia Delirian

Date: 2011-09-03 15:08 EST
He waved his hand, the flourish somehow managing to beckon and dismiss at the same time. Exquisite lines of tendons and muscles moving beneath flawlessly golden skin. It was her current contemplation of velvet sheathed muscles that had her missing his words and she had to blink reality back into focus as the class came to life in that way that only occurs upon its release. Kinetic movements exploding in different rhythms as the formerly caged students gathered their things in a flurry of motion and departed in short staccato bursts of sound, conversations springing to life as if they'd simply been paused.

Freed from her daydream involving the Master of Enchantment, Ivinia sighed disappointed that she hadn't been able to coax it to its culmination. A silent orgasm amidst a busily studious classroom was one of her favorite hobbies. The thrumming thrill of ecstasy her own private joy and hidden by the recrossing of thighs quivering beneath a uniformed skirt.

She rose from her own settee in a languid stretch that spoke of no rush. An hour between this course of Enchantment and Necromancy gave her just enough time to fully decide upon skipping the next class. There should be some code against having to follow up Enchantment with the magic of the dead and decay.

For a brief moment she let her sultry gaze slide over the Master as he consulted with a novitiate. Maybe she could stay after and finish the daydream in a more physical expression of her extra credit coursework? A step in that direction halted as the word "Ascension" peppered the air.

"Ugh." The groan was heartfelt as she shuddered in distaste. There was no way she was going to get a moment in, not with a line of students desperate to seek encouragement or direction in their bid to make it up the ranks of the school.

She hated this time of the year. The studious only became monks of knowledge and even the party-ers suddenly seemed to remember why they initially enrolled in the Institute.

Sweeping up her book-bag she sauntered through the door with an irritated flounce to her hips that sent the hem of her skirt swishing like the tail of an agitated feline. There was no way she could sit through her Basic Necromancy class after this, even if it were taught by the delectably debonair ElKinid. Such a glorious blending of elven bloodlines that should never have been crossed. She couldn't help but wonder if he made love with the finesse of his grey elven heritage or if he dominated his partner with the fierce cold possessiveness of his drow brethren. The flutter of nether muscles revealed her body's interest in following that train of thought closer.

Maybe she would make it to class after all...

Ivinia Delirian

Date: 2011-09-03 18:15 EST
"Excuse me. Apprentice Delirian, isn't it?" The cultured voice drew a resonant response that trickled past her senses and she drew to a halt. A glittering glance of violet drinking in the attractive lines of an unfamiliar sight.

She lifted one brow, lips drawing in a pucker as one hip instinctively c*cked to the side to adjust for her posed readiness, "Yes?"

He had rounded the corner directly in front of her, timing his arrival with her schedule and she recognized the careful preparation for what it was. A delighted smile was indulged as she wondered which of the stories he was chasing and hoped that the outcome he desired coincided with the one she was beginning to toy with.

"I've been told you might be able to assist me with a problem I've encountered in my studies."

The surge of interest waned slightly at the mention of schoolwork and she shifted her gaze past him to the direction of the classroom that was filling with eager students. The desk she'd hoped to claim as her own was even now being taken by none other than Gina Magarelli. As the upstart enchantress parted her legs and recrossed them a passing Kish stumbled and jerked his gaze away from her. Ivinia frowned at the obvious theft of one of her favorite games. The little tart didn't even have the wherewithal to perform the flash with subtlety. The game was far more enjoyable if the watcher thought the reveal-er was unaware of her moments of exhibition.

At least to begin with.

Irritation made her catty and she let her gaze flicker dismissively back toward the man who had held her up. Deliberately she drew her long fingers across her mouth in a stifled yawn, "Studies?" Managing to weigh the word with all the interest of watching corpses decompose.

Aristocratic brows drew together at her dismissive tone and she couldn't help the little knowing smile that plumped her lips at the sight of his annoyance.

"Yes, I'm looking for an enchantress who doesn't mind becoming...intimately acquainted with her work," His frown had gathered across his shadowy features as he took a step out of her path, "but I won't keep you from your classwork, Apprentice."

"Wait." Interest had indeed smoldered to life at his offhanded explanation and she followed his courtly step with a glide of her own, pressing lush curves against the slender lines of his body. A tilt of her head sent champagne curls fluffing along her shoulders as she drew closer still, "Intimacy is something I'm rather good at...." She paused and drew her gaze deliberately from his mouth to his eyes, letting the weight of the unended sentence become a question with a lift of her brow.

He had frozen at the pressure of her against him and his eyes now locked upon her mouth as that frown threatened to turn into a glower. Realizing she'd hinted at a need that he could easily fulfill, he stumbled over the response in his cadenced tone, "Tutori. It's Tutori Silvestri."

"Tutori....Mage of Satyrkiss?" That single brow rose higher. "A house full of Enchantresses." She pulled away, leaving him with the absence of her warmth and scent.

"Wait." He snagged her arm as she made to move onward, drawing her back with an insistent tug.

"Wait and what? See what ploy you can think to string me along with?" One hand reached up to gently cup and fluff the shimmering soft wave of hair. "Please. As if I haven't been toyed with by your Housemembers before." She rolled her eyes as she leaned back toward him to deliver the words on a warning murmur, "You'll note none of them speak of our encounters do they? Losers rarely speak of their failures or moments when they're bested."

His smile was sudden and startling in its intensity. "And that's why I chose you."

"Tell Emilina, or Veronique, or whichever arachnoid is spinning webs to leave it be. I'm not leaving StormSabre and even if I would, I would never go to Satyrkiss. Too much in-fighting ruins the orgasms."

She stepped away again and with a lush spin of her hips turned for the classroom only to gasp in startled wonder as he simply slid from the shadows before her. She'd heard no incantation, felt no surge of mana, "How did you do that?"

"I'm a Shade. Ivinia." The words dropped in dulcet tones from the voice behind her even as his shadow slipped a firm and clearly existent arm around her waist and drew her against a body that for all intents and purposes stood before her.

Violet eyes flickered wide as a soft gasp of arousal and a discomforting jolt of uncertainty assaulted her. She angled her head to look at his shadow and back to him, "With a fairly good Shadow spell."

"Not good enough." Tutori murmured as the masculine body that held her in its ephemeral grasp slid a possessive hand to span her midsection, pinning her more securely against what was undoubtedly an aroused male.

She couldn't help the throaty sound of appreciation as she purred, "Oh I'd say he's plenty good."

"He could be even better." Tutori drew in closer. Dark eyes glittering with emotion as he explained, "with your help."

Just past his shoulder she watched as Mage Teken'irrt closed the door to his classroom with a decisive wave of his hand. Necromancy class never seemed more dull in that moment and as excited curiosity drew her tight she murmured, "Tell me more."