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The Beast Within (Lano and Retro)

He felt her struggle just a bit before she yielded and amorously joined with him. Her tongue was as spicy flame deep in his mouth and he was not easily sated in his touch of her.

His hand wandered to cup her cup lower cheek, pulling her in tightly, and his other pulled her tightly enough to mash her abundant breasts against his chest.

Reluctantly, he yielded up he tongue and lips, softly saying, "Yes, oh wildest of flowers...you are mine and I am yours. I will serve you with my talents, and my love and we will make a love such as these blond common fools will never know. It will burn in us and make us the envy of the court.

Let us go to your father together, and tell him thank you for matching us. We are together and wish to stay that way.

And Morgause, know that you can call on me...for anything."

He took her hand, intending to draw her with him through the crowds, so that all could see that they were together, and anyone will an ill comment would pay, and pay dearly. He had sensitive ears and would protect his love from any attack.
 
Her eyes widened at the touch to her bottom. He was eager to have her body and this seemed to drive her further, when it should have made her terrified. What sort of woman enjoyed this sort of activity? Then again, when had she ever been the typical sort of woman? Morgause knew that she had found something special here. The animal in her whimpered in content.

As he pulled away she took a deep breath. Her face flushed and she adverted her gaze from his face. An odd sort of bubbly feeling overtook her stomach. It was something that she had never experienced. Something she was not entirely sure of but it was exciting and new.

She did not fight it as she was pulled through the crowd. Fingers interweaved with his and she shot daggers at anyone who even looked like that they would say something about the pair. They may have made a very unexpected couple and a very lewd one considering how they were walking, but she would not tolerate such vicious wagging of tounges.

“I am sure that father would approve of this union.” An excited whisper flew from her lips.
 
His heart leaped. Had she said that...and with bit of a smile, yet?

That her father would approve of their union...because she assumed they would be united!

"Morgause...you have made me so happy, and I will do my best to do the same for you."

He had trouble not skipping as they moved through the crowd. His love-struck face frightened people more than his serious austere one. Who wanted to risk dealing with a drunken wizard?

Soon the were before her father, and he glared until the rest of the fawners melted away to a safe distance.

"My lord Baron, I request of you a boon...the greatest you can give. You did agree to the meeting of Morgause and I today. Well, I have found that she has magic talent, and also have found that we are most perfectly matched.
I am asking you for her hand, as she and I both wish this, and we believe we can make each other happy.

On a lesser note, I am volunteering to train her rather considerable talents."


The Baron was stunned and looked from one to the other, but they seemed in earnest. Could such a fast union be wise? Then his worrisome and greedy side struck. Mate them fast! Before the boy changed his mind. Whether he approached from love of political maneuvering, he was better than the Baron had expected to find for Morgause. (Sadly, her own father had not yet realized her value.)

"Morgause, if you also wish this, I will announce the engagement, and the marriage to be within a moon."

Wait...she had talent? The Baron's eyes widened. A grandson the child of a wizard and a woman with the gift...a Wizard Baron! Such were rare and commanded the highest respect. Oh, such an opportunity!
He beamed at them both. "I'm sure you two have much to discuss... Why don't you go off to the west rooms with some food and drink to chat...maybe some fine brandy. Don't worry, I'll make sure you aren't bothered.

Amben's face flushed red. Was the Baron really proposing that they tryst before the wedding? Did he discount her so? But he was his liege lord and even when crass and rude, her had no right to protect her from her family...yet...but soon...

"My lord, I would do nothing to so risk besmirching my love's honor. worry not, we will make sure that we are usually escorted in such wise as to avoid public censure. I also wish to state, quite categorically, that in the past, an occasional slur of my lady has reached these magically enhanced ears.

From this day, I will consider any such to be a deadly insult and intend to respond as such. I'm sure you will approve. My respect for you will let me believe no less."

There, let the Baron chew on that. "Morgause, most precious. Will you dine at my parent's home this evening. I would formally introduce you."
 
Part of her felt betrayed by the eagerness of her father. For she knew exactly what his intentions were; he thought that the magician was being rash with his profession of love and wanted to make sure of that union. He wanted her to be compromised so Amben had no choice but to marry her. Visibly she bristled at her father’s cruelty. Perhaps no one else would see it that way but she saw it for what it was.

Amben’s answer soothed the beast that rose up in her and her facial features softened considerably. Her heart swelled. He saw her worth. He was able to tell that she was more than an angry animal in human’s skin.

A truly scathing look was shot towards her father, the pupils of her vivid eyes turning into slits of black. If he wanted to treat her in such a manner she would simply avoid home for a few nights.

Turning her gaze towards her fiancé, she smiled. “I would love to dine at your house, m’lord.”
 
His parents were absolutely thrilled to have her.

The rolled out the red carpet for her. His mother's aunt had been a hedge witch, and with his talent, another person with gifts was not unusual.

They were interested to hear that he would be tutoring Morgause. But the news of their engagement made his father drop his knife. His mother stood and went to Morgause, hugging her tightly.
"I can see you make my boy happy, bless you. Welcome to the family Morgause. Well...it's a bit surprising...but a blessing.
Tell you what. Why don't you kids sit out on the back garden porch so you can talk. I've made a pitcher of fruit juice." She kissed Morgause.

His Dad pounded him on the back. "No offense Morgause, but I have to admit, I'm thrilled that you are nobility. And know this, when you are in our family, if anyone says word one against you, they'd better not ever show their idiot face in any of my places. You are most welcome. And I'm so glad you have talent...maybe you can figure out my son...I sure can't...but I love him and I'm so proud of him."

They left them out on the porch alone.
 
Everything was happening so fast Morgause barely had the ability to keep her footing. One moment she was in her father’s expansive hall and, the next, she was in the home of the man who had recently confessed love. It was all rather disjointing and sent her head spinning.

She was shocked that they professed such pride in their son. It was true that she had not been exposed much to a parent’s affection. Her own father treated her more as a bad taste in his mouth than his daughter and her mother had not lived long after Morgause’s birth. Yes. She had known that other parents had adored their children but to see it was an entirely different story. A soft smile crossed her lips and she did not speak. What did she have to say on the subject? She also was not used to anyone actually being excited for her so called talent. Everyone she knew was afraid of it or tried to ignore it.

Then they were left on the porch alone. The young woman turned her eyes towards the wizard, studying him for a moment. He was not a bad looking man in the least. Despite his slenderness there was a pulse of power that radiated off of him. She was stunned that it took him rising in the ranks to get women fawning over him.
 
While they were alone, it was not so private that they could be assured no one would come by. His parents were trying to be discreet chaperones....proper, but giving the young lovers a little space.
"Morgause...I just wanted to say...I'm angry with how your father acted. I don't see how anyone who knows you could be so blind to your worth. For myself, I would die to keep you safe...and more...I'd like to live to make you happy."

He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. Then hugged her tightly. "I suppose we should be glad that your father gave his blessing, even if for the wrong reasons, for it means we will be together. Oh! Wait a minute."

He jumped up and ran inside, returning a minute later with a carved box made from opals. "This is for you...the box and what it holds." Inside was a twisted ring of gold and platinum. He spoke a word to make sure it would fit her finger. "I really do want to marry you...have no doubt."

Then he kissed her, letting his tongue slip into her mouth and wrestling with her own, but maintaining his seated position.
His hands stroked all over her back and then one slid around to cup her large full breast. "You are so beautiful...so womanly."
 
No one had ever openly spoken about her father in such a way. A grin crossed her lips. This was the sort of thing that made him attractive. He was unafraid to speak his mind. Where everyone else would bend to fit her father’s will simply because he was a Baron, her spell caster was different.

Whenever he left and came back with the ring, she was stunned. It slipped on a surprisingly long and slender, clawlike finger. This was odd. Never had she imagined that she would belong to a man. What she imagined for herself was a life alone and she had been pleased with that thought. People annoyed her. People were cruel and she could not abide being the pet of one of them. Not before him.

As he kissed her, she kissed back, rubbing her tongue hungrily against his. Fire formed in her body and she murmured against his lips. When his hand cupped at one of her large breasts she did not stop him. Instead she leaned back just a little as if to give him better access to it. The large, yet firm mound overflowed his fingers.

“No one has ever called me beautiful before.”
 
He paused, stunned and just stared at her. "Morgause, my love. I would say that Thou art lying but I see the painful truth in Thy eyes.

We are surrounded by cretins. How can one see the soft easy beauty of a wooly sheep and not see the magnificent beauty of the strong lioness who stalks it?

You are not just beautiful...you are the requirement of my heart. Your flashing eyes, your hungry lips, the slope of your shoulders, the deep swell of your breast, the tummy I long to press my face to, the rear I want to hug to me and clutch with my fingers.

How could you be aught but beautiful?"

He shook his head and kissed her again, harder. Welcoming the return of her tongue to his. It was fortunate that he wore his long robes, for they made it impractical to quickly reveal himself. And yet he did take her hand and press it to his lap where his hardness was inarguable.

Breaking from her heavy kiss, he gasped, "Thou art the most desirable woman I have ever met, and I long to make love to you, to suckle on your magnificent bosom, to taste the orchid you hide at your center, to watch you feast on my plum capped pillar.... Gods I want you so.

Morgause, never let me hear you say a word that would deny your beauty, of I will punish you...If another dare to speak so within my keen hearing, man or woman will long rue that day."

He was trembling with anger at just the thought and his soft blue eyes were like ice.

The old gardner, Felix, family friend since time immorial came by pushing his barrow.

Amben called to him. "Felix, old friend. Speak and know that you alone are safe from my ire. Is my lady Morgause beautiful?"

Fellix paused and slightly smiled at the young lovers, recalling his wife, many years lost to him. "Is not the wild vine that forces its way up through the tended ones, and produces fruit both sharp and savory, breaking forth with the unexpected flower of a different color Beautiful. Aye, beautiful, but beauty is common. More precious is that beauty on its own terms. She is thus unique. Were I 55 years younger, I'd steal a kiss." His eyes were intent and he turned them slowly away.
 
Her cheeks flushed. He was blatant with his desires for her. Heat pooled between her legs and she clamped them tightly together. These words were causing to become amorous. It was rare that her head could be turned by such professions of lust. Once or twice she had been driven to froth to only have it be a cruel joke or a way to steal the title of Baron.

Yet she knew he was different. She could sense it off of him. Beneath his robes she could feel the hard press of his manhood. He thought her the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. Nervously she chewed on her bottom lip. Punish her for thinking she was unattractive? Some days she did feel that way and she wondered what he intended to do to enforce that particular stipulation. Not that she completely minded it. She found she liked the way he was dominant and demanding.

Golden eyes looked towards the groundskeeper and widened at his response. This she did not trust. After all Amben just went on about making those who vocalized just how hideous they found Morgause, then he would make them pay for it. A little grin crossed her lips.

“Thank you very much, sir.”
 
Amben slid close to her, so they were hip to hip.

He put his arms around her and rested his cheek against her, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment.

Just resting like this, he could feel their auras comfortably overlap and there was no need for words.

The moon had moved a considerable distance when his father came out.

"Kids...though you are both hardly kids now...it's late and you ought to get to bed. Separate beds have been made ready...our room is between them lest there be any questions. We know you two are responsible, though."

He let them inside and showed Morgause her room. Their was a soft thick nightgown on the bed, left by Amben's mother. His father left them both standing there, went into Amben's parents room and there was a loud click as he threw the bolt on the door.

They were left alone in the hallway and Amben chewed his lip. Oh how he wanted to stay with her. His parents had said nothing to require them to stay apart. He was a magician, she would not become pregnant unless he wished it so. He stood in the doorway and looked at his feet. "Are you going to change....and can I watch. That nightgown opens up the side."
 
The nightgown was warm to the touch. Her father had insisted on gossamer for her nightgowns and chemises and she loathed it simply because the thin material is what a lady ought to wear. The material beneath her fingers was more to her liking and she ran ardent tips over the length of the gown, smiling softly. She could not help but think how sensual the feeling would be against her skin. Part of her wished for Amben to lay beside her and touch her through the material, between her legs where a pulse grew ever hotter and more wild.

At his question she turned towards him. Her cheeks had circles of red lining them and she nodded her head. “The ties of my gown are in the back. My father insists that if I will not wear a cincher like a proper lady that I, at least, wear a gown that laces up the back. Could you possibly help me undress?”

It was a bold question to ask, especially in response to his question, but at that point she did not care. They mentioned nothing of staying apart and who cared if she became pregnant? He was her intended and was going to marry her. The throbbing between her legs would not leave her alone and she knew the only way to make it would be the friction of his fingers or tongue or even manhood thrust inside of her. Before he answered she turned, grabbing a hold of a bed post to support her body. She leaned forward against it, her shapely bottom pointed out towards him.

“Please?”
 
He managed to not quite stumble as he hurried forward, frantic fingers fumbling as he hurried to untie her.

First seeing her back as the dress came free of her, and then noting her legs, so femininely curved, he had to catch his breath.

Then her undergarments each came off. revealing her sides, and then her shapely rear. He just stared for a moment, then licked his lips.

Taking her arm, he turned her and a smile of wonder lit his face. "Morgause...I knew you were lovely, but this is...you are...incredible."

He pulled his robe over his head, revealing his erection pushing his shorts out toward her, his tight trained muscles tense. He closed the door to her room and clasped her in his arms, kissing her tightly.

"Morgause...we are to be wed. Nothing will stop that...tonight, I want to suckle on you like a juicy melon...taking all your juices. I want to make love to you and fill you entirely with myself. I want to see you kneel before me and take my manhood deep into your mouth, feeding upon my desire for you.

So if you do NOT want this, you had best send me away now, as I intend to do all this and anything else that will join us together."

He dipped his head as his hand lifted her large breast and he sucked the tip into his mouth, lightly biting as his tongue dancing quickly over her.
 
His hands on her curves caused the softest of growls to rumble in her throat. A feral beast was awakening inside of her. That animalistic urge was coming off so strong. All she wanted to do was to be mated like a wild animal; to have him take her from behind and have his wicked way. These thoughts were not common to her nor was the moisture pooling between her legs.

Her body was revealed inch by inch. She was not slender as the other girls. Her body was full of womanly curves and proportionate. Her breasts and hips lined up perfectly and her waist dipped in with only a small pouch in front of her. Morgause was a beautiful creature in her own right, though she did not realize it. With her curves, tawny skin, vermillion eyes, and copper colored curls she was magnificent.

Of course she wanted it. There was no denying that she was eager to be joined with him; eager to have him use his mouth and fingers on her. Eager to use her mouth on him. When he placed her breast in her mouth she moaned softly. Her hand moved downward and, through his shorts, she began to stroke him firmly.

“I would never turn you away, my lord. Never.” Her voice was a husky whisper as she spoke.
 
He gasped..."OK Morgause...we are going to follow the letter of the law...you WILL be a virgin bride...but I am going to lick and suck you until you beg me to stop...and you are going to suck on me like a starving calf reunited with its mother."

He pulled her to the bed for a hard kiss and then pushed her onto her back.

Roughly, he sucked and lightly nipped at her neck, working down to her collarbone. His hand caressed and squeezed her breasts, pinching and pulling lightly at her nipples.

Then he slid down to suckle at those sweet large globes, sucking in mouthfuls of skin and biting just enough to leave her red. Her stomach followed as he buried his face in it as his hands shifted to grip her full ass.

As her legs were pulled wide, he moved to slowly lick and suckle the ssoft skin of her inner thighs, pulling with his teeth and working ever closer to her inflamed sex.

Finally, he could resist no more and his lips were pressed to her swollen lower ones. Sucking hard to pull her into his mouth, his tongue rolled all over her, then delved in between to gather her streaming nectars.

He added two fingers, sliding them into her cleft, then he turned around to present his member to her own lips, as his lips pursed around her clit to suckle hard and make her swell, tongue swirling and slashing back and forth, as his fingers grazed her g-spot.

quickly, he rolled her onto his face, where she could press down, and he called out, "swallow all of me darling, I beg you." Then he could say no more as her full thighs were bracketing his face.
 
A worrisome look crossed her features. Her full pout trembled. This would be a new experience for her. The only fingers to have stroked between her legs were her own. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. Her large nipples hardened beneath his touch, making her moan softly and arch her back. He was more skillful than what she had imagine for he was causing a fire to spread through her body. His mouth was just as sinful and made her writhe.

When he reached the place between her legs, she cried out in pleasure. Even the smallest of touches there sent her to grip his hair. Without thinking about it she ground her dripping folds against his face, whimpering like a pet begging for a treat. His fingers slipped into her tight, velvety walls and she growled rocking her hips harder against them.

Gods above this was amazing!

Before he could even plead with her, her lips wrapped hungrily around the hardness that was pressed against her lips. She had wanted to give him the same pleasure he was giving her. His taste caused her eyes to roll back in her head. To her, he tasted as a man should. Her inexperienced mouth worked over the shaft hungrily. She had not even noticed that he had flipped her over. Her thighs pressed against his cheeks and she moved herself across his lips, pressing down heavily against him. Eager hands gripped his thighs. Thick juices rolled down his chin.
 
Oh yes...she was the ultimate woman.

Unleashed she was a wild fire that raced through his veins, making his passion beyond what he could have expected. When she seized his cock, he groaned up into her. Was the girl going to devour him, and would he mind?

Her sopping puss certainly seemed to want to devour him...if she ever learned a sizing spell, he would be in trouble. He reveled in how she urgently pressed herself to his eager mouth and he did cast a minor mental cantrip, temporarily growing his tongue to slid six inches up into her around her hymen. There were definite advantages to being a wizard. He grazed her g-spot hard and then let his fingers take over as her urgent hips rubbed her clit across his tongue. He sucked as much as he could, suddenly realizing that all sound and his ability to speak, were cut off by her covering body...and she outweighed him a little, he was not easily prying her off if he needed.
So he sped up his assault upon her puss, slurping up all of her that he could to try to get a little air.

But she was working all over his manhood and his need was urgent. He moaned inside her and began to cum, feeding her his seed, and with it, a measure of magical power to assist in her own work.

Witches were known to seek out a wizard and trade to gain his seed for this reason. He was merely happy to be taken by her.

His vision was beginning to grow red streaked behind his closed lids, as oxygen grew scarce. He made a note to make a spell for this.
 
Morgause was reaching fevered pitch. She writhed and wriggled against the wizard’s able tongue and fingers. Where he had managed to get such skill, she did not know, but her whole body felt as it might tear itself apart from such intensity!

Suddenly the length in her mouth gave a twitch and from the tip came a copious amount of salty thick cream. A tremor went through her from the taste. It was different but she enjoyed it and she gulped it down, feeling it rest with a heavy tingle in her belly.

Just as suddenly she, too, exploded. Her juices rushed out of her in a powerful gush and she pulled off of his member to further grind herself against his lips. No matter how hard she tried to stifle a moan of pleasure, one came loudly. She rolled off of him, holding to her pussy and squirming.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! My dearest that was simply wonderful!” She exclaimed through her pants and whimpers.

She turned her shining face towards him, smiling broadly. He looked winded and she hoped, satisfied. Morgause wanted him to feel just as good as she had. She wanted him to feel as if her whole body might melt from the heat of their fast coupling. The redhead wanted to play further. She wanted to mount him and take him inside of her still twitching cunt. Yet she refrained. He wanted her to be a virgin for their nuptial bed and that she would remain.
 
Quickly, he awoke amd smiled at her. "You were most wonderfully fervent my love. Let me rest for a few minutes."

He took deep breaths to restore himself.
Looking down along her body, he remarked. "Gods, woman! You are so gorgeous and tempting. Had I not already promised not, my cock would be paired to your cleft as soon as possible. AS it is, we shall wait, yet not too e'erlong, my love. Your parents and mine both seem glad to rush the process. While they might have some selfish motives, I doubt not that your parents are happy that you have found a man who cares for you and loves you. But that speed works to our advantage as well." He leaned forward and kissed her soft stomach, feeling the muscles underneath, and playfully biting.

"Now...with my seed in your tummy, sending out a bit of magical power, I want you to close your eyes. Visualize that power and pull from it into your body. Then keep feeling it and focus it in your hand.

Now hold up that hand dear, and imagine it glowing brightly, wit flames flicking from your fingers."

He leaned back and grinned. "Morgause Open your eyes before you burn the canopy." She was an excellent student. And their bond made it even easier to teach her. "I beg that you never will that while holding me."
 
She quirked her eyebrow and gave him a wolfish grin, a single fang poking out from behind her lip. Was she really that gorgeous or beautiful? To him, it seemed, no other could compare to her in looks. For the second time that evening she was proud of her appearance and reveled in her own body. Her hand went up and down her sides, feeling the curves beneath her fingers. A soft groan issued from her lips as he bit down on the flesh of her stomach, leaving the smallest of marks. Perhaps she could convince him to leave marks where others could see; so they would know she belonged to the skilled wizard.

Morgause was unaware of the power his seed left in her belly and she was stunned to hear that power could be transferred to her simply by swallowing his batter. Doing as she was told she closed her eyes. Although she did not understand what she was doing, she could feel the heat spread to her hand and consolidate there. The fire came to her fingertips slowly as she held up her hand.

When she opened her eyes the flames weren’t as high as she would have hoped from his description but she was thoroughly shocked with her own abilities. With her lips formed into a soft ‘o’, she made the fire dance playfully. It intertwined through her fingers and she pulled it close to the quick of her nails, only to make it burst forth again.

“I would never do such a thing.” She replied, her voice holding the awestruck quality that she felt by her own power. “Can I do more than this?”
 
Amben chuckled. "Morgause, what you just did takes years for many to do, and it is their greatest accomplishment. For you, my darling, it is but a start.

Like myself, you have the rare gift of being able to draw view and work the power just with your will. No words, no gestures, no special focusing ingredients required. Granted, all that may assist in focus, but it isn't required.

Now that you have learned to draw from within yourself, you body will magically tone your abilities. It is much like exercise, use it and push yourself and you get better.

Just remember that the highest efforts are like running along a cliff...falter and... well, I will catch you." He paused to hug and kiss her, toying with her nipple.

"So you can take risks with your abilities that most would wisely not dare. So now you have a choice. You can continue to practice at this level, or receive assistance to train higher. Wizards and witches pay well to purchase power potions. If you want to move to that level and try something more, such as flying, then you'll have to 'return to the well.'

It depends on how anxious you are."
 
She wanted to know more. While others may have balked away from such a thing Morgause wanted to absorb as much as she was able. Even if it turned out that she was not as skilled as Amben, she wanted to push herself as far as she possibly could. There was nothing that would dissuade her from this goal. Finally she would be able to prove that she had more worth than what everyone had assumed.

With a wave of her hand the flames disappeared entirely and she looked to him. Words were about to form on her lips but she became wholly distracted. His fingers toyed with one of her nipples and she bit down on the back of her lip until she tasted the irony flavor of her own blood. The tease!

A soft sort of smile crossed her lips and she caught his hand, bringing it to her mouth so she could gently kiss the tips of his fingers.

“I am very anxious to start whatever training you deem as necessary.” She told him. “I want to be skilled in all arts concerning magic. I want to be able to make the things you do with just as much ease, if possible.”

She paused and her eyes swept over him. He was an attractive man and all hers! How fortunate she was to have gained his interest with both her body and her abilities. However she knew that they could not fall asleep in each other’s arms, despite how badly she wanted to. That would look quite poor for the pair indeed.

“You should get back to your room now. I do not have so much self will that I can keep myself off of you for long and there goes my virginity you so wish me to have on our wedding day out of the window.”
 
"Morgause, you amaze and delight me. To think of the joy that I can be my partner's teacher.

As for how high you can rise, that I can not yet say. I will admit this though. With diligence, would will capably exceed the efforts of the vast majority in the magic schools. You have more raw ability than 9 of 10 who apply themselves. Your self control locking in your wild nature will serve you here. And if you tap well into that wildness for power...you could exceed me...But I seem to be one of the best in recent years, so if you come close, you will be lauded.

Together, we are going to prove to your parents that they overlooked their greatest asset, and they set her free!"

He kissed her good night and returned to his room.

For a long time, he lay on his bed smiling until sleep took him.
In the morning, his mother woke him and he met Morgause for breakfast.

"Let us go to the Baronial lab. No one will think twice, and you can practice many spells there safely."
 
Morgause had slept surprisingly well and her dreams were pleasant. She rose early and was, in fact, the first to rise. Beneath her covers she stayed, wrapped warm and secure, until she heard stirring within the home. She then dressed quickly and prepared herself, running a brush haphazardly through her curls. As she padded out to the kitchen she was greeted with the sight of Amben’s mother preparing to cook.

The girl was glad when the woman turned down her offer at help. Morgause was not accustomed to the kitchen in any way or form. In fact she had never even seen the cooks prepare meals at her father’s manor. It was with wide eyed, childlike appreciation that she watched the woman work. They made light conversation, mostly to do with the up and coming wedding.

When she left to wake her son, Morgause wrung her hands nervously. Oh how she wanted to be the one to wake him and, shamefully enough, with kisses along the shaft of his manhood. Her face was flushed as he approached her.

“I think I would like to learn as fast as possible.” She told him in attempts to get her mind from the guttural waste it was lingering in.

Whenever she was served, she ate speedily and gratefully. It was truly delicious and it was a shame to see it go but she wanted to hurry up and leave.
 
Amben led Morgause to the lab, and smiled at the chaperone. "We'll be practicing flame spells, do you want to be with us or trust us?"
The woman squeekd, "trust you."

Amben gave her a serious nod. Once he and Morgause were alone in the lab, he locked the door and started to undress, folding his clothes and putting them in a stone cabinet. "The fire won't burn us, but will torch our clothes, so put them in here." This was his world, and though she was nude, he was trying to look at her aura, not her body.

"We will start with fire around both of us. You have to learn to stand in it without fear. I want you to start by summoning as before, then letting it cover you entirely. If your will grows tired, you may rest...or you can get a mana boost by sucking me again. Right now, though, I want to see how far you can push yourself."??
 
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