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Arcane Attraction (Me x Irvine)

The young man couldn't help but find quite a bit of amusement in this situation. Never before had he been declined when offering to show a woman a good time, within reason of course. Unfortunately for Azalia, he wasn't about to give up on such an exotic girl with a toned body and a fiery spirit. If that wasn't enough of a problem for the poor girl, her new admirer held all of the aces here and he knew it.

When he answered her rejection, his voice held a cocky air of triumph. "I'm afraid that those tavern floozies don't have anything that I haven't had before and they do not interest me, Princess; not like you do. I will be instrumental to you completing this challenge and, as such, you will do as I say until you do not need me any longer. Yes, I quite like the sound of that; my own little northern servant."

Oh, the young man was going to enjoy this thoroughly. While his actions in this endeavour were centered around self-pleasure, he knew that this would have a secondary effect that would benefit Azalia whether she realised it or not. She would either run and not waste anyone's time pretending to train here or she would embrace her new position and give herself a reason to train hard; to win back her freedom.
 
Azalia sighed and she looked at him, "What the hell is your problem, I don't know your name and you tell me going for the stuff now would be useless I read this and figured out what I needed for them. I kind of figured you would go the whole servant path though, so fine since it seems I have no room to maneuver or refuse that I shall go to dinner with you, now drop the princess and tell me your name... Also this is not a date this is an agreement, if you want more than dinner with this beautiful woman on your arm then you will have to do much much more than blackmail me" she said leaving out the asshole part and she kept reading the tome, she wasn't going to stop at this, if so she knew she would never get any work done with this flirt around.
 
"I don't think that you are in any position to be making demands there, Princess," the young man retorted as he got up from his table and moved across the room to sit back down across from Azalia. His voice was calm but there was an underlining threat to his tone. "To someone of your status, a servant, the name of her master is privileged information; a treat, if you will. You can simply refer to me as Master until you have earned your first treat. Furthermore, I will not drop the 'Princess'. You will happily accept and embrace whatever it is that I choose to address you as and you will answer to it accordingly. Of course, you are free to leave right now if you so strongly detest your new lot in life but so long as you are reliant on me for your success in this venture, you will serve me as though you were a purchased slave. Consider this a test of your conviction; a trial to prove that you were honest in your willingness to give all of yourself to this pursuit. I know that you would not have that book if such an agreement was not reached."
 
Azalia almost blew up at the way she was being spoken to, she was no princess but to be treated like a fucking slave she was furious, "Oh and if I am the slave and you are the master then I believe this may actually not be worth it, I am not just some thing, I will not be used as such, if you have a problem with that how about you kiss my ass" she said not able to hold back the anger she currently felt at being talked to that way and barely managing to continue reading, she could figure this out without him, besides this tome as the old mage had said was a task fit for just one and if she needed protection and this man would not provide it she would try and hire people, anything to not have to call this man master and be treated like a pet, she had read the books, she knew where these perverted idiots took such things and the hell if she was about to have that mans hands all over her body, she had never even done that kind of thing yet and she didn't want her first time to be something close to being blackmailed, no it was blackmail.
 
Again, this exotic northern beauty spit fire back at him and again, the man could only twist his lips into a cocky little half-smirk and retort with another remark full of assuredness of his control. "As much as I might enjoy kissing an ass as fine and toned as yours appears to be, Princess, I do not believe for an instant that you would allow me to do as such. You see, there are certain boundaries that I am willing to respect so long as you behave yourself like a good little girl and matters that involve any clothes coming off are among those boundaries. Now I would advise that you swallow your pride, Princess, because you need me; not only for protection but for that tome that you hold. Not to insult your intellect, but you will never understand it. That tome was written by an eccentric old man who already understands a great deal that there is to understand about his art. His mind works in ways that you could not understand and his writing reflects his mind quite well. Even if you found other means of collecting your materials, you could never understand my grandfather's texts without someone close to him to translate for you."
 
Azalia sighed, at least his terms were reasonable enough, she could keep her clothes on and she would be able to beat anything else, doing whatever he asked as long as he could help her translate his grandfathers tome, though she didn't want his help to actually solve any of the inside information, she wanted to learn everything on her own. "Okay... I agree to those terms with on addition, not only do I get to keep my clothes on at all times but you must promise to only help me translate the text, I don't want you to teach me how to do anything since this tome is supposed to be a self-teaching trial, oh and don't make me call you master or this will not be a very smooth trasition..." she said more a threat than a plea and it was just her style, she wasn't backing down, she wasn't taking no, and even if she had to she would make sure he knew how much she hated it.
 
A wicked grin replaced the man's cocky smirk within an instant of his new playmate accepting her position beneath him. Strong women were not easy to draw into his little games but this girl had come to learn from his grandfather; she had given him a handicap in trapping her. Now would come the truly hard part; making this strong northern beauty more than just a playmate or a servant; making her his slave. It would be far from easy but the young man had plenty of experience in this particular field to feel comfortable that he could and would have her. She'd consented to her clothes staying on but he had said nothing about not allowing his hands to wander in due time. First she would need to be far more comfortable with him, of course.

"You will not get my name until you have earned a treat; that will be your first reward. Until then, you will address me as 'Master'. If you wish to call me by name once you have earned that information then that will be your choice." His voice was firm in response to her threat. It seemed as though he would not back down either though he did offer her an eventual alternative.
 
"I will just not address you then, I shall just talk and since we are the only ones here you will know... Now I would like to get started, the sooner I understand this, the sooner I get started, the better." she said and looked at the man with a look that was a mix between hate and anticipation of what he had to tell her, she honestly hated being treated like this, like a slave as he put it. Yet she knew she had to accept it, that without his help she would be struggling with this for a very long time, not to mention that if she didn't cooperate she had no clue what would happen, she figured this man would just take advantage of her as long as he could and she didn't know what would happen.
 
In the desert where the young man was from, the wild horses that inhabited the areas around to oasis were prized treasures and he, himself, had been responsible for taming several himself when he needed some spare coin. If he could quell the free spirit of a wild mare then he did not see any reason that he could not handle the challenge that this little northern ice queen was setting before him now. After all, slavery was not illegal in the southern deserts and he had been around slaves his entire life. It was time that he tried to tame is own.

"The first thing that you must understand about our professional relationship is that I am going to teach you, like it or not." The male spoke as he slid his chair out from the table and pat his knee to silently command his new companion to take a new seat. "I am going to teach you through translation of the gibberish that my grandfather wrote in that tome but rest assured that the true purpose of that tome will remain intact. It is entirely out of my capabilities to teach you magic in the form of which you will be training but that in itself is your first lesson."
 
Azalia sighed and she stood up sitting across from him refusing what she thought he wanted and sitting on his lap, damned if she would do that, it was degrading and she was proud if nothing else at this moment, "Why do you act like this may I ask, do I really catch your fancy or do you enjoy treating women as slaves?" she asked the idea of slavery a hard one for her to imagine when she not only came from a family of justice preservers but also her home country forbid slavery by punishment of death, to her slavery was not an option and never would be but she could see that this man had that idea in mind, it wasn't that hard to see what he was trying to do to her, at least not to her. She didn't like it either, she could accept names, stupid things like calling him master for his own pleasure, or even maybe sitting on his lap but where would it stop, how far would this man try and take it, did he want to break her, she knew men saw her as attractive but few would go to such lengths.
 
That was most certainly not a question that the young man had been expecting. Everyone had always accepted his attitude for what it was and either liked him or hated him. Of course, it always struck him as odd that his grandfather's potential students had never asked him this before when they saw how liked he was around the town. How could someone who treated a beautiful young woman like a chained harlot win the affections of the majority of this small town and the utmost respect from an accomplished wizard? Certainly he couldn't be all bad but no one had bothered to delve into his psyche before.

"That's not an easy question to answer, Princess," the young man said after several moments of consideration. "I'd say that it is a little of both. You do catch my eye for several reasons, that much I can tell you with complete honesty. I can also cay in confidence that slavery is an open subject for me; something that comes easily an naturally. The slave trade where I am from is a powerful market; it is where most of our country's wealth comes from. There aren't many other options for a desert wasteland, I suppose."

He couldn't tell her the whole truth and he omitted from his answer what he felt necessary. She couldn't know that this was, in some very small part, an act. If she knew that he was testing her convictions to her word then she may loosen up in her position and he did not want that. The more stress he put on her, the more she would want to run. The more that she wanted to run but did not, the more value her word had.
 
Azalia just shook her head, "Well first off I would like to say I am sorry... For you mostly... It is sad that a man with your skill would look at me that way, I hate men like you honestly, I hate when I get looked at like a piece of merchandise and I see it in your eyes, of course I cannot gauge how far you would take said thing but I know when I am seen as less of a person and more as an object." she said thinking she didn't know why yet, maybe he was just looking at her that way because she hadn't proved herself, at least that way she would be able to continue on without getting pissed, of course if it was because of her looks or something as shallow as she assumed she would not be happy, the thought of him looking at her like a prize of some sort offending.

"Now, I am done asking questions that will obviously not be answered with sincerity when ever your name is kept from common knowledge so, may we get started?" she asked taking a deep breath, the entire time her voice had remained calm, she wasn't angry but sincere, she was saying what she was thinking, the very ideals running through her own head and she looked at him, inspecting him closely because she still wasn't sure, she wasn't sure what kind of person he was.
 
The idea of someone feeling sorry for him was very amusing to say the least to the young man who still had kept even his name from the girl. In truth, if they were in his own town, he would have introduced himself when he answered the door but the land from which he hailed was a unique one in culture. His name was something of an oddity around here, as most people's names would have been who hailed from his lands. It drew attention, turned heads, and caught him funny looks far too often when traversing around other lands.

"I would advise that you save your pity for one in more need of it than myself," he retorted in a calm tone as he reclined back in his chair. His robes fell open once more with the motion. "Furthermore, you aren't an object. No human being, regardless of class, is an object; not even a slave. Slaves are simply people who have lost their freedom through one means or another but that does not keep them from feeling or from having their own minds. Now if you are so worried about getting started then take a seat." As he spoke those final words, his head tilted down toward his lap for but a moment before he looked back up.
 
Azalia sighed and stood up sitting on his leg and she was actually heavier than she looked, the muscle underneath that delicate look something else, she was a beauty that hid an obvious danger, like some kind of wild animal, dangerously beautiful, "Okay I understand all of this but can we seriously get started, the longer this takes the longer I have to be your toy but more importantly the longer it takes for me to realize my dream" she said looking the man in the eyes her delicate skin on closer look was actually perfect, no flaws, scars, nothing, not only that but it was a silky smooth, she really was a flower among women. "So... Master..." she said a sour word as she took a deep breath, "May we please start?" she asked her ice blue eyes looking into his.
 
The young man nodded as a triumphant smile slid across his features. Azalia would bend for her desires. She could be brought to obey his command if it meant that her training could be continued. This exotic, strong, proud woman was his to command, to tame, and to train as he saw fit. In due time, she would be brought to her knees in absolute servitude but for now she was safe. No matter how this girl might view him, the young sorcerer was a man of his word and he had given his word that he would aid her in tending to this tome.

When Azalia sat herself in his lap, the young man's arms reached around her on either side and pulled the table forward to sit more comfortably in front of the two of them. His hands moved then to that tome, flipping through the pages until he had found the third chapter; 'The Methods of Weaving'.

"The old man did a terrible job at organising this book," he said softly so that his voice would not sound as though he was yelling into her ear as he peered over the northern girl's shoulder. "This chapter, in summary, is going to tell you the difference between my grandfather and I. It will outline why he can teach you and I cannot."
 
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