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Teyha didn't see Thomas still behind her, and she was singing softly to herself as she read, enjoying losing her mind in her book. She didn't even hear the moans behind her, strangled sounds of pleasure as her magic fulfilled her desires for her. In her mind, she imagines what she could do for him... What she would do... And the ghostly hand obeyed. Every motion and squeeze, and if any sound did reach Teyha's ears through her song, she assumed she had imagines it.

When she was flung back, her eyes grew wide. She let out strangled yelp and looked around, "Mr... Kin...cade...?" She called, but didn't see anyone in the room. In fact, the harder she looked, the more the realized the glowing white aura matched her own, and not the soft blue of Thomas'. "Let me go!" She ordered her own spell, but it didn't release her. Instead, it undid her robe, and she cried out in terror, exposed now. Seconds later she bit her lip, not wanting to drive Thomas down from his room to check on her. Muffled moans of ecstasy escaped slightly parted lips as white hands caressed down her body. They played with her breasts lightly, stroking and teasing, plucking at her nipples. She arched, eyes wide as it moved further down,and teased her folds. It was something she rarely ever did... But the spell seemed intent on bringing her pleasure. "Thomas..." She gasped, too muffled for even her ears to catch. But it was who she imagined now... His hand, his touches. She closed her eyes and pictured hi, leaning over her, a grin on his face as he held her hands pinned over her head, and dipped his fingers between her thighs. He rubbed, and rubbed, his smirk growing with every moan and whimper she made, his expression telling her it was okay to give in... To enjoy the sensations that lit to life her every nerve, and sent pleasure coursing through her so powerful her toes curled and her fingers clenched, shaking from strain.

Thomas' magic plucked her nipples once more before he made his exit, but Teyha's wasn't done. Fueled by passion and desire, the break was only brief. Completely on her own she continued to play with herself, rubbing her sensitive button, the binding on her hands so tight now that a tinge of purplish bruising surfaced. Slowly her fantasy turned more aggressive, and she imagines Thomas leaning over and nibbling softly on her nipple, a gesture her magic mimicked exactly, and Teyha cried out in pleasure, unable to hold it back. He bit her again and again, leaving behind a trail of bruising on her body, fantasy bites made real.

It didn't take her long to finally give in, and she arched, almost pulling herself from the couch completely, her head tilted back as a long moan echoes from her. Her heart pounded wildly, and she trembled almost violently before collapsing back, completely spent. "Thomas..." She whispered once more, a grin on her face. And all at once, it took it's toll. Her running, her emotional battles, her magic attacks... She fell back against the couch without even thinking of trying the robe together again. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep, drenched in sweat, passionate juices, and covered in fresh bruises.
 
Thomas had just settled into bed and was getting ready to turn his nightlight out when he felt it. More magic was in the works but this time it wasn’t his. Sitting up, he closed his eyes and sent his magic throughout the house, searching for the source of what he felt. It moved from room to room on the second floor first then moved downstairs, sliding silently, searching and seeking. When it encountered the source of the disturbance, it paused, unsure what to do. What it saw represented no threat to the house or its occupants so it simply stayed there, observing and after some hesitation, relaying images to its master.

When the first images arrived, Thomas was caught off guard and his eyes widened in surprise. He’d sent his magic to find the disturbance and, if necessarily, eliminate it but instead it was spying on it and sending back pictures. The images flooding Thomas’s mind were of Teyha, on the couch, now living out her own erotic fantasy through her magic. He’d stopped the magic when he’d left the room after teasing her but apparently she’d continued what he started all on her own. He watched her writhe on the couch, her hands pinned above her head while the same white spectral hand that had stroked him teased her unmercifully between her legs, rubbing at her tender erogenous zones hard and fast. He saw her cry out in pleasure, whispering his name, and then saw a bite mark appear on her breast though no mouth was there. Her moans increased, becoming louder and louder, as more bite marks appeared, working their way down her body. The images were highly arousing, and much more real than her dreams had been, and Thomas found his hand slipping under the covers and grasping his now hard shaft, stroking it up and down at a fast pace, his palm teasing his sensitive skin and moist head. When her moans finally peaked and she arched her back, a cry of pleasure slipping from her lips loud enough for him to hear upstairs, he joined her in climax, his hot seed pumping out all over his hand. They collapsed at the same time, one upstairs and one downstairs, twin sighs escaping their lips. When he saw Teyha fall asleep, Thomas recalled his magic, rising from the bed to clean himself up at the same time. Re-entering the bedroom, he pulled his robe back on and silently slipped out the door and down the stairs, moving into the parlor quietly.

He stood at the edge of the couch, looking down at Teyha, drinking in her nude form, exposed when she failed to retie her robe before passing out. The smell of sex was in the air and he felt himself twitch again, even though he’d just climaxed a few minutes before. Closing his eyes, he calmed his breathing. He wasn’t here to gawk at her but to explore a notion he had in his head. His magic had done something unusual, something he hadn’t asked for, and he had no idea. He suspected it had to do with Teyha. As he stood there, he loosened his control a little and watched a trail of energy stretch out from his body and lightly stroke down over her chest, running from her throat to between her breasts and finally down to her hips. It was a light caress, one of caring more than lust, and he watched with interest. The caress done, the energy danced back up her body, sliding into her hair briefly, twirling it around a little, then glided across her lips gently. Finally it slid back into Thomas and settled down. There was a familiarity between her magic and his now and he suspected it was the result of the blending he had done earlier. Shaking his head at that thought, because it represented something unexpected and not entirely unwelcome, he turned and pulled a blanket off a chair and draped it over her sleeping form. He knew she would wake up later and realize he’d seen her like that but he didn’t care. Returning back upstairs, he slipped back into bed and was asleep in seconds.
 
Teyha slept with a smile on her face, sighing softly when Thomas draped the blanket over her, still deep in her sleep. She rolled onto her side as Thomas left, oblivious to his presence, his magic, and their newly formed connection. All that mattered were her dreams, filled with her first serious crush... The man who had rescued her off the streets. With her lust satisfied they weren't erotic, but were loving all the same. He held her tightly, and whispered in her ear, her fingers squeezing his lightly as he held her on his lap... Their lips met for a sweet kiss as he gently caressed her, and whispered loving words into her ear... She sat on top of his back, and gently rubbed his shoulders, easing away tension before leaning in, and playfully kissing the nape of his neck... Hours pass, and it's well past ten when Teyha finally groans, and sits up. She yawns softly to herself, in a groggy place between sleep and reality, and looks around in wonder. Again she remembers where she is, and smiles briefly.

She pushes herself to her feet, and the blanket falls to the ground. "I wasn't...." She whispered, confused. She looked down at herself, and her eyes widened. Her robe was completely undone, as it was last night, and the bite marks from the magic were clearly visible on her skin. "Thomas..." She whispered hoarsely, realizing that he must have come down and covered her.... He must have seen her, and what her magic did. She flushed, and moved a hand to cover her mouth. She tied to robe shut and ran upstairs, her head ducked low to keep from being seen. She retreated into her room, and closed the door, ducking into the bathroom.

She shrugged off the soiled robe, and let it fall to the floor before stepping into the shower, and turning it on full cold. She gasped, but the water washed away her arousal. She pressed her palms against the wall and shivered, before finally getting used to it enough to grab a bar of soap, and wash herself clean. And, even after she was washed spotless, she sank to the floor of the shower and let herself be pounded by the icy torrent. She didn't know how she could face Thomas... So she just stayed there, avoiding him.
 
Thomas awoke slowly, stretching against the cool sheets as his mind crawled out of its lethargy to embrace the day. Blinking a few times to clear the last of the mist from his eyes, he noticed how the sun shone into the room and grinned, realizing that he had slept in for the first time in many, many moons. He considered the events of the previous night, remembering in great detail Teyha’s dreams, their conversation, the play of their magic and the release it had brought to both of them and he laughed, the delightful little sound of a man who was truly happy for the first time in a while.

Sliding from the bed, he padded into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face and brush his teeth, then slid his robe back on and headed out of the room. As he passed Teyha’s room, he paused, hearing the water running in her bathroom. He smiled again, a vision of her on the couch covered in sweat and her own juices, fresh in his mind. She’d definitely needed a shower when she woke up; he knew he would have. Whistling as he continued downstairs and entered the kitchen, he began pulling together the necessary ingredients to make a couple of egg omelets for the two of them. He had everything pulled together in no time so he set the table and then got toast and drinks ready. Not wanting to start until he knew she was out of the shower, he patiently waited, listening to the water course through the old pipes in the house. Moments turned into minutes turned into a half hour or more and he realized that the shower had been running an awfully long time. Now worried, he left everything on the counter and headed back upstairs.

Stopping outside her door, he called forth his magic and sent it in search of her, sliding into her room when it confirmed that she was indeed still in the shower. He found her robe dropped in a heap outside her bathroom door and he picked up, smelling the mingled smells of sex and sweat throughout the fabric. Tossing it aside, he moved to the door and knocked loudly on it. “Teyha” he called. “Breakfast will be ready soon” he added. “I want to start your lessons right after we eat but you need to finish your shower first.” When he received no answer, he turned the door handle and poked his head into the room, expecting to receive a blast of hot steamy air but instead getting a waft of icy cold. He grimaced as he realized she was taking an cold shower and had been for a while. Pulling his head back and closing the door quietly, he leaned against it. An ice cold shower meant embarrassment and knowing Teyha as he did, that was not a good thing. They’d made such progress last night that he couldn’t let her slide back now. An idea formed in his head and he slowly grinned then moved quickly out of the room and back downstairs. Sitting on the parlor couch, he closed his eyes and gathered his energy, telling it what he wanted done.

With a thought it was off, sliding through the ceiling and into the bathroom above. Once there, the energy formed itself into a spectral version of Thomas and slipped into the shower stall with Teyha. Seeing her huddled on the floor, the water beating on her, it bent down and slid its arms under hers, lifting her up. Turning her to face it, the specter smiled and kissed her, its magic infusing her with its warmth, channeled directly from Thomas below. Then it picked her up and stepped from the shower, setting her back down. Wrapping her in a towel it dried her off quickly and moved her into the bedroom. Setting her on the bed, it stepped away and bowed. “Master sends his regards” it said, its voice courtly and mannered “and that warming kiss. He asks that you join him downstairs for a light breakfast before you start your lessons. You’ll find a fresh change of clothes in the closet for you to wear until your new ones arrive.” His mission done, the specter bowed again and dissolved, the energy flowing back through the floor into Thomas. He sat up when he felt it return and, humming, moved back to the kitchen and began making breakfast.
 
Teyha Huddled in the center of the shower, water pooling around her. She didn't hear Thomas call to her or open the door, too lose in her own thoughts. She healed each magically made mark, pretending as though they never existed at all. The cold water helped clear her thoughts, shout out arousal, but not embarrassment. She knew Thomas had walked down the stairs, saw her on the couch, undressed like a common slut.... And he simply covered her with a blanket and let her sleep.

She sniffed again, her head bowed low, and felt a pair of hands dip under her arms. She looked up in surprise to see a soft blue magical form of Thomas standing before her. It smiled and leaned down, and before Teyha realized it she was swooped into a breathtaking kiss. In an instant all cold fled from her, replaced by a tingling warmth that consumed her entire body. She sighed softly when it broke the kiss, vaguely aware that the water had stopped, and gave a squeak as it picked her up, and cradled her in it's arms. Within moments she was dried and set on her bed, the illusion of Thomas bowing deeply to her before vanishing.

Teyha didn't know what to think about the events. It happened so fast she hardly had time to protest, and even now her head spun some. She stood and walked to the closet, dressing slowly as she considered her options again. It seemed Thomas wouldn't have more than a few minutes to herself. She sighed in frustration and pulled on the clothes slowly, a little grateful that they were baggy jeans and a tee-shirt.

Once done, she walked down the stairs, and searched for the dining room. All things considered, it didn't take her long to follow the smell of food in the kitchen, and she caught sight of Thomas standing before the stove. She moved behind him, gazing at what she could only assume were omelets before raising her eyes again. She wanted to say something clever about the specter who pulled her from the shower. Instead her mouth opened and she said the first thing that popped in, "Do you need help cooking, Mr. Kincade?"
 
Thomas felt her at his back before she spoke and smiled. His little spectral energy trick had worked. At least she’d left the room and joined him, though he had to admit he didn’t give her much choice in the matter. Still, she could be a stubborn little thing when she set her mind to it and he couldn’t have that. Not if things were going to work the way he wanted them to at least. And things were going to work the way he wanted them too – there was no doubt about that in his mind.

He jumped a little when she spoke, to let her think she’d scared him even though she hadn’t. Turning to look over his shoulder at her, he smiled. “Good morning Teyha. I’m glad that you could join me this morning.” He didn’t mention last night, or his little magic trick at all. The time for that would be later. Instead he nodded towards the toaster. “You can toast the bread if you’d like and maybe put the drinks on the table for us.” He turned then, ignoring her while he concentrated on the omelets. He didn’t cook often, usually choosing to eat in town, but he wasn’t ready to take Teyha out in public yet so they’d be eating in the house for the next few days.

He heard her moving around behind him and put the finishing touches on the eggs, finally slipping them out of the pan and onto two plates. Shutting off the oven, he took the plates to the table and set them down, placing her across the table from him. He waited until she joined him and smiled as she sat. “I hope you like breakfast” he murmured as he took a bite, watching her the entire time. “The first of your new clothes should arrive this afternoon. I’m glad those old ones fit you.” He took a sip of his drink and nibbled some toast, licking his lips to wipe the crumbs off. He watched her for a moment then casually slid his leg forward, brushing against hers softly. A smile crept across his lips then and he brushed against her a second time, each one seeming to be innocent in nature. “I thought we’d work on a few lessons today” he said. “You displayed some amazing prowess last night with your magic but it also told me we need to work on your control.” He brushed against one last time as he finished his sentence, concentrating on his food.
 
Teyha jumped when Thomas did. "I didn't mean to startle you!" She apologised, and ducked her head slightly. "Did you sleep well, Mr. Kincade?" She asked while fishing the bread out of the cabinet, sticking two slices into the toaster before moving to the sink to vigorously wash her hands, drying them on a towel before pulling down two glasses. She grabbed a container of orange juice from the fridge and set it on the table, filling each glass as Thomas slid the omelettes onto a plate. She grinned at him as she fished the toast out, setting it on his plate before washing her hands again, scrubbing and drying with a new towel.

With a sigh she took her seat, and started to eat her breakfast. Thomas nibbled on his toast, licking his lips free of crumbs, and Teyha couldn't help but to make a slight face. "I can't eat bread." She said at last, a brief explanation to her peculiar behavior. "My body... More or less rejects it, it wont digest right... It's painful." She took a bite and chewed slowly, thinking to herself before swallowing. "In other words... No kisses until you wash your mouth out." She smirked at him, a little curious if he would take the extra time to clean out his mouth just for a kiss from her.

She went silent again when he spoke, trying to listen intently to what he was saying as his leg brushed against hers once... Twice... Each time their flesh met it sent a spark and shiver running up along her spine, and she sighed softly, a flush appearing bright on her cheeks.They were just accidental brushes, but after last night... After what she had imagined, she couldn't help but to think of it as a little more. She even flashed a broad smile his way when he touched her the second time.When he mentioned her magic... She flushed. She struggled to remember a second time she used a spell... besides when she forced herself into that state of bliss.. But none came to mind. "I lost control!" She said quickly, a startled look on her face, and immediately she looked down, pushing around the little bit of the omelette left on her plate. "You... You weren't supposed to see me like.... I..." She flushed and leaned forward, resting her forehead against the back of her hand, her elbow on the table for support. "You must think I'm an easy woman." She almost whispered. "I've known you for a day. You've caught me having dreams... And my magic... Forcing that onto me..." She shivered slightly from the memory, and even she wasn't sure if it was from humiliation... Or pleasure from the memory.

She shook her head again, not looking up. "I don't know why it keeps happening." She whispered. "It's not like me... It isn't me... I'm scared of intimacy, I'm scared of men getting close... I'm just not a sexual person. I am young, and naive." She shook her head some and wound her fingers tightly in her hair... Almost painfully pulling at the curly locks. "Can we pretend it never happened?" She whispered. "I'm not ready for any of this." Finally she looked up, her eyes bright and watery. "I just want to be your student... Without this tension. Your student, guest, friend... Like we agreed in the restaurant."
 
Thomas listened intently to her explanation for why she couldn’t eat bread, nodding occasionally. He’d heard of situations like hers but had never met anyone that suffered from it. A life without bread, to him, was no life at all but he supposed she’d gotten used to it over the years. Perhaps there were alternative options out there for someone with her condition. He made a mental note to learn more later on and explore that possibility. Her comment about no kisses until he’d washed his mouth out caused him to quirk his lips in a slight grin. It was simply additional confirmation that she was better embracing her intimate sensual side of her personality more and more.

The brush of their legs together, though staged on his part, sent spikes of fire throughout his body. Her reddening cheeks indicated the same was happening to her, yet another confirmation that things were going in the right direction. God, he wondered what it would feel like when they finally went there. When he bent her over the couch and took her from behind or devoured her on the very table they sat at, or licked and nipped her breasts unmercifully. The very thought of doing those things was enough to excite him and he had to bite back a groan of pleasure. Seeing her smile brightly when their legs brushed the second time only made things worse.

When her words came stumbling out, in response to his comment about her control, he had to smile. She truly had no idea what she’d done at all. Oh, he was going to enjoy this very much. He waited until the rest of her words were out there on the table before he leaned forward a little. “Teyha….I’m not talking about the pleasure you brought to yourself” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’m talking about the pleasure you brought to me.” He let those explosive words hang in the air between them while he took a few bites of his omelet and nibbled his toast. Finally, he looked at her again. “Your control was so weak that you don’t even realize what you did, do you?” He didn’t wait for her to respond before continuing. “After our talk about your dreams, I was leaving the room when I was suddenly pulled back into it by your magic. The very magic that then threw my robe open and proceeded to stroke me towards a mind blowing climax. Only by sheer force of will was I able to break your hold on me, and trust me I really didn’t want to do that but I did because I don’t want the magic you, I want the real you.” He decided another dramatic pause was in order, to play on her emotions and make her a little nervous, so he finished his omelet and got up, taking the plate to the sink. He washed it slowly, his back to her the entire time, smiling to himself. Finally, he was done and he turned back to the table again, sitting down with her.

“No, we can’t just forget that it happened, Teyha. You can’t and I sure as hell can’t, not after what your magic did to me. And you’re also wrong about not being a sexual person. Your body craves something Teyha, it knows what it wants. Only your mind holds you back. You’ve had a rough life and fought so hard to bury that side of you but your magic is tired of hiding. It wants you to embrace that side of yourself, to become whole again. After you pleased me, or tried to at least, you then pleased yourself. There is no shame in that, none at all. You showed a tremendous amount of power with that little display last night. Imagine what you can do when you have full control of it.” He paused here, looking away from her, into the parlor as if remembering everything they had done in there. He continued to look away as he spoke again. “But full control, Teyha, will not come until you are able to embrace that side of you.” He turned to look at her then. “You promised to do as I say and to follow my orders, Teyha, but I will not force this on you. I will teach you what I can but at some point, you will have to decide. Deny that side of you, and stay a low level magic user, or embrace that side of you and for the first time in your life, be powerful enough to never be abused again. It’s your call, Teyha. I can teach you the basics or I can teach you so much more.” As he finished talking, he let his leg drift forward again, brushing along the inside of her leg this time.
 
His words rang in Teyha's ears, and for a moment she was sure her heart had stopped. "I couldn't have." She whispered, and swallowed slightly. Thomas only stood, walking to the sink to wash his plate. Teyha watched him for a few moments, trying to process what he had told her. She... She had molested him yesterday? She used her magic to undress him and stroke him? Why hadn't he said anything, why hadn't he stopped her? Why didn't he stop her from doing the same to herself? There were so many questions, she didn't even know where to begin. "That's not me..." She whispered, mostly to remind herself. She was a shy girl, softspoken and prone to depressive thoughts. Not a common slut who uses her body to get the things she desires... Like a home. Where would it go from here? Would he slowly wear down her reserves, her dignity until she inevitably believed that he was right... That she craved his touch as much as he longed for her body? And then what? Would she pleasure him whenever the need struck, would she act as his woman? She couldn't believe he wanted her to be anything more than that, since he didn't know her at all.

He sat back down, and extended a leg to her again. It brushed against the inside of her calf, and sent a shock coursing through her body, and a sigh echoes from her lips. "Focus!" Her mind screamed, and she shook herself. "You're wrong." She said as she stood, her expression a confusing mix of surging emotion she couldn't put a name on. "I can't do this." She said again, and pushed herself from the table. One thing was clear to her, he would not give up on pursuing a sexual relationship with her... And she couldn't say no to it, mot without lying about her own desires.

So she turned, and did what she always does when stressed... And ran. She headed towards the room he gave to her, shoving a heavy dresser in front of the door, and collapsed on the bed, curling ino a tiny ball. "I don't want to leave..." She told herself. "But... I can't... I can't be that for him..."
 
Thomas grinned when her sigh slipped out but he covered it up by taking a quick sip of his drink. He knew he was getting to her, slowly breaking down her barriers, her inhibitions. Though what she did next surprised him. Throwing her chair back, she pushed herself from the table and stood, facing him, a complete mix of emotions racing across her face, from desire to disbelief, to anger then sadness. Or so it seemed to him. He listened to her words and watched her turn and run away, racing out of the room. The sound of her footsteps made it clear she was running upstairs, which was confirmed when he heard her bedroom door slam shut.

“No, you’re wrong” he murmured to her empty seat, his grin back, this time spreading wide. “You can and will do this….in time, my little Teyha” he murmured. He slowly finished his breakfast, not wanting to waste any of it, then cleaned the table off, dropping her leftovers into the trash. If she wanted to go hungry, he wouldn’t stop her. Once done, he turned and leaned against the counter, closing his eyes and sending his magic out into the house. He checked the home’s defenses first then moved to her bedroom, letting it flow through the door into the room. Now that he knew it could spy on her for him, he used it to make sure she was ok. Seeing her on the bed, curled into a tiny ball with the door braced, made him grin again. Her past was haunting her and his pushing wasn’t helping but it was necessary. She had to come to grips with it if she would master her magic…and become his.

He pulled his magic back then leaving her alone for the moment and opened his eyes. Thinking about the situation, he decided to ignore it. She was in turmoil, a turmoil he had caused, but pushing right now would just make it worse. So he decided to leave her alone, to let her wallow in her misery for a bit. Slipping out the front door, he wandered his estate grounds for a bit then tinkered in his garden. A few hours passed and soon the mid-afternoon sun was upon him. It was time to start her lessons so he moved back into the house and up the stairs, stopping at her door. “Teyha” he called. “It’s time to start your lessons. Meet me downstairs in the parlor in ten minutes.” With that, he turned and walked away, waiting for her to come down.
 
Teyha kept her eyes trained on her door, waiting to hear the knock when Thomas tried to convince her again to have an adult relationship with him. She knew that any second the knob would twist, and the door would be halted only by her dresser. A minute passed, then another, but the door remained untouched, and her room stayed silent. Slowly her expression changed from angry, to confused, to slightly hurt. It annoyed her that he didn’t even try to talk to her about what he wanted… And more than that it annoyed her that she wanted him to come up. Didn’t she run up these stairs to stop him from talking to her? Wasn’t he doing exactly what she wanted by giving her the space she needed to settle down. “I want to stay mad at him!” She growled, and gave one of the pillows on the bed a good firm smack to send it flying across the room. She flopped back onto the bed to stare up at the ceiling, a frown on her face. It was always so much easier for her to resist her own desires when driven by the adrenaline rush that came with her anger.

But she couldn’t stay angry forever. After attacking the pillows for a few more long minutes she curled onto the bed, and dozed some, her mind wandering. Everything sexual that had happened so far was her fault. She fell in the shower and caused Thomas to see her unclothes. She had the erotic dream, which Thomas watched by mistake out of concern for her. And, she had molested him with her magic the night before, almost bringing him to orgasm before he spared her dignity by leaving. She’d led him forward, only to push him rudely back at the last moment, a kind of hot and cold behavior that she despised. It was one or the other to her. Either she would surrender to both their desires and give this intimacy an honest effort, or she would stop thinking of Thomas as sexual at all.

She made her decision, and started to drift off to sleep when there was finally a knock at her door, followed by Thomas’ firm voice. It was time for her magic lessons. “Of course, I’ll be right there!” She called back, and hurried to her feet. She checked the mirror in the room to see that her hair was at least someone managed, and pushed the heavy dresser out of the way once more.

She hurried downstairs to the parlor, only one thing running through her mind, her decision. She would run in, wrap her arms around Thomas’ neck and tell him she was sorry, and she was wrong. She smiled as she wondered if he would kiss her again, and entered the room wearing that same grin. But, when she saw Thomas her pulse quickened, and the grin faded into a timid smile. Her stomach lurched nervously, as again she found herself kicking her own rear for mistaking fantasy for reality. Honestly, her falling all over Thomas? It bordered on ridiculous!

She stepped forward, and dropped her eyes to the ground, her arms lacing in front of her chest as if she wanted to sink into the background. “I am here for my lesson, Mr. Kincade.” She whispered, losing any nerve she had to embrace him now.
 
Thomas looked up from the book he was reading when he heard her enter the room and smiled. Her eyes dropped to the ground and her arms laced across her chest in a protective manner and he sighed, shaking his head lightly. Clearly, her time alone hadn’t helped her come to any easy decisions. He had hoped it might but it didn’t surprise him at the same time. For now, he’d live with things the way they were, spending time teaching her to better control her magic this afternoon, and then show her the first of the new clothes that arrived that afternoon when he’d been out in the garden.

He stood to face her and felt the energy radiating off of her in manic waves, pounding into him from across the room. Her emotions were raw and all over the place but in it he felt an undercurrent of something steady. A grin quirked on his face as he realized that, perhaps, she’d come to some sort of resolution after all but was still wrestling with it. Whatever it was, she was still here, under his roof, and he was thankful for that. He moved forward, reaching out and taking her hand. “Come, let’s sit on the couch.” He led her to the couch, the entire time feeling her magic pouring into him, teasing his own in a way that highly arousing, not to mention distracting. He tried his best to block it out though, to not let it wiggle its way into his heart but he wasn’t sure he was succeeding.

They sat on the couch, Thomas facing her. “We’re going to work on your control today” he said. “Last night, you lost control, as we’ve already discussed, and even now your magic is pushing out of you. Learning to control it better is the first step so we’ll work on that for a few hours. After that, we’ll eat dinner and then you can try on some of the new clothes that arrived this afternoon.” He still held her hand, letting her use him as an anchor for what she had to do. “Now, close your eyes and look deep inside yourself. Find your well of energy and study it. You should see it being completely out of control right now. When you find it, imagine a hand that tries to smooth it over, like you’re combing an unruly head of hair. Keep smoothing it over, trying to tame it, but as you do it, imagine that the hand is building a wall of energy around the magic. I’ll hold your hand as you practice so that I act as an anchor. Draw from me if you have to, for strength and stability.” He had no idea if she knew how to do that particular thing but she’d probably figure it out if she needed to do it.
 
Despite what Thomas might think, Teyha was completely aware that her magic was in turmoil. It flooded into her without any kind of control, and pulsed out again in waves. It only got more out of control as Thomas stood, and took her hand. Even the gentle touch of his hand clutching hers sent sparks up her arm, and her pulse quickened slightly. He just led her to sit down, but the tension was almost too much for her to stand already. He faced her, their knees touching slightly, and explained her first lesson in control.

She honestly tried to stay concentrated on her magic, to keep it in control. But it was as if there was an ocean of magic inside of her, and she was trying to stay afloat among the crashing waves, and swift currents pulling her every which way. The source of this turmoil was the dark haired man holding her hand, smiling openly at her.

Oh she had crushes in the past, particularly older and wiser men. She was one who claimed to not believe in love at first sight, but she fell quick and hard all the same. Normally she convinced herself that the attraction was one sided, and in an attempt to not make a fool of herself she never revealed her feelings. She couldn't do that with Thomas. He wanted more out of her than anyone else, and she wanted to give back to him. So much so that the closer she was to him, the harder it was to control her magic. It was obvious that there was no way for her to just be his student. "I can't do it." She whispered, squeezing his hand a little firmer as she tried to gather some emotional strength. "I'm confused... I'm not going to be just your student here, am I?" She asked him, and for the first time since meeting him consciously wove her own spell, one she knew he'd be able to sense, and know she was seeing if he would be honest with her. "Who do you want me to be to you?"
 
Holding Teyha’s hand was undoing Thomas on so many levels it wasn’t funny. He would have never thought that a simple gesture such as that one would keep his nerves on edge, his skin tingling from the barest touch, but it did. His heart rate was faster, his breathing more labored, and his nerves dancing the Irish jig it seemed. The touch of her knees against his further added to his discomfort, though he had no intentions of pulling away.

He felt her efforts to control her magic and knew she struggled with it. Every attempt she made to corral and calm it failed and the energy continued to bubble inside of her, leaking out in waves. He considered helping her, sending his magic inside her to demonstrate how to do it but he held back. She needed to learn this on her own, to master her magic and succeed. Only when she did that, would she begin to build the confidence necessary to embrace herself and her skills.

When she suddenly stopped trying, her magic flared bright and bold, calling out to him, energy to energy. He felt his own magic flare in response, like an answering beacon of lust and love or just plain want and need. The reaction took him by surprise and he almost moaned, the feeling was so pleasurable as it coursed through him. The squeeze of her hand on his, and the words that followed, helped pull his mind back into the present. When she worked the spell, his eyes widened, feeling it fall over him and into him, sliding through his pores and into his blood, coursing through his entire body in seconds. He swallowed slowly, feeling the compulsion of her spell taking effect and cursing himself for letting his guard down. His plans for her could all end in this moment, cursed by her damn truth spell. He fought it with his own magic, pushing against it, trying to break its grip but every attempt failed. He wondered if perhaps he wanted to tell her the truth anyway…or if his magic did at least. She might just be that strong too, uncontrolled but powerful. He suspected it was a combination of the two. Finally, he stopped fighting and spoke. “I want you to be my partner, my friend….and my lover” he said, cursing the hold the magic held on him.
 
However uncomfortable Thomas was with their contact, Teyha was more-so. Every part of her that came in contact with him felt as if kissed by flame, sparking pleasure and warmth unlike she had ever known. She found her hand trembling in anticipation of his answer, reminding herself firmly of what she had concluded in her room just an hour prior. Magic was all about emotional control, and trapped in a strange place of suspecting, but not knowing, his intentions made it all but impossible for her to gain that degree of mastery. How could she concentrate when she didn't know who she was to this man, or who he wanted her to be? She even wondered if this wasn't her. Leading him on, enthralled by him because he had saves her, and not because of any actual feelings he might have on the matter.

It was too much to stand, she quivered where she sat. Finally, Thomas spoke. 'I want you to be my partner, my friend.... and my lover.' Her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard against the lump that formed in her throat. "I'd like that." She whispered, before she even realized completely that she had spoken. Her eyes dropped down slightly, and she gripped his hand tighter for a brief moment, before drawing it around her, to rest lightly on her back. Her spell unwove and fell apart, and she let go of her magic, not wanting it to interfere with what she wanted now.

Hesitantly, and oh so slowly, she leaned forward and closed her eyes. One hand moved behind his head, and tangled lightly in his silky hair, while her other snaked across his shoulder. Oh how her heart pounded now, thumping out so hard, so fast, she honestly wondered if it was possible for the thing to burst straight from her chest! She didn't stop thought, she COULDN'T stop, not now. She moved until she was pressed lightly to him, sitting lightly on his leg, and her lips finally brushed his. The barest of kisses at the corner of his mouth. "I would like that very much." She whispered again.
 
As soon as the words were spoken, Thomas began to tremble inside, his nerves twitching as he waited for what was sure to be the end of his grand plan. He had not expected her to use a spell on him, much less one strong enough to hold him to its will. Once again he pondered whether or not it was successful because of her strength or because, somewhere inside of him, he had wanted to tell her the truth finally. He certainly knew his magic had embraced her spell and that rather irritated him to no end. The damage was done though, the words spoken whether he wanted it or not, and now he could only wait for her reply, fully expecting her to stand up and walk right out of there, returning to the streets that he had plucked her from.

When the three simple words came instead and her magic fell away from him, he sat there completely stunned, his eyes having widened in shock. I’d like that. Those words, uttered in a barely heard whisper, sent his heart into the stratosphere and his energy dancing wildly inside him. When she squeezed his hand and moved it to her back, he let her, enjoying the feel of her body underneath his palm. He waited, wondering if she should do something or say something yet not wanting to break this spell that was over them, a spell not born of magic of any kind.

Before he knew it, she had moved, now sitting on his leg, her face so close to his he could feel her breath on his skin. The brush of her lips against his, done by her movement, not his, was enough to spark arousal in him, arousal so sharp that he pulled his hand tighter against her back, moving her closer to him. He slanted his mouth and kissed her more deeply, taking a taste of her lips before pulling back. “I’m glad you do” he murmured before kissing her again, this time with more passion and lust involved. A hand slid up and tangled in her hair while another softly stroked her leg in a gentle caress.
 
Almost as soon as she had made her move, she partially regretted it. Not because she didn't want to make it, she did, but because she wondered how Thomas might think of the advance. She had done nothing but hold back, and her sudden decision to allow this. To allow them. It must come as a shock to the man. He handled it in stride though. No sooner was she beginning to pull slowly back then he was drawing her in. His hand on her back tightened, and pushed her body flush against his. Her breath caught for a moment as he brought his lips to hers once more, letting her taste him again.

He tilted his head to meet her lips for directly, and she returned the passion with every drop on her own. Her hands trembled slightly, and she kept repeating in her mind the last thing he had said. 'And my lover.' Was she really ready for that step? Could she handle it? Did she have a choice? Until she acted out what her magic wanted it would continue the assaults on the both of them, forcing her to live her fantasies. She'd rather it be real, of her own mind and power and not that of her magic! She wanted this time to be special and completely of her will.

Her trembling hand moved from his shoulder to his chest, and ever so slowly she unhooked the top button of his shirt, then the next, moving slowly down. Her lips parted, and her tongue darted out to stroke Thomas' lips, inviting him to play in her mouth.
 
When their lips touched again, Thomas felt a burning sensation race through his body, igniting every nerve it passed along the way. His heart began to pound out an uneven rhythm, stuttering then speeding up then stuttering again. He thought it might explode in his chest at any moment, or might simply stall out and stop beating, but he ignored it, ignored all those sensations right then and concentrated solely on the kiss that occurred between them. Teyha’s soft, wet lips against his, pressed skin to skin, was enough to distract him completely.

As he kissed her, he felt his magic flow from his body to engulf her in an eerie deep blue glow. Dancing over her clothing, dipping inside her skin and coming back out, moving like a serpent swimming across the waves, it did its own thing. He was aware of it, could feel the charge as it moved through her, but was helpless to stop it, fueled by the lust and passion that was pouring off him in waves. All he could think about was Teyha, her mouth, her body, her feelings. Nothing else mattered. Nothing.

A moan slipped from his lips when he felt her unbutton his shirt, her fingers slowly popping each button as if it was the last thing standing between her and freedom. The moan deepened as he felt her tongue caress his lips and he opened, his own sliding against hers hard, his mouth devouring, trying to suck Teyha’s soul out of her body. His hands clutched at her shirt, pulling it from her pants, and slid under the material to caress the bare skin of her back, fingers running lightly up her spine, teasing her.
 
Their kiss ignited a source of passion inside Teyha that she never knew. Her heart raced, her mind was blank of everything except the glorious feel of Thomas next to her. Their lips moved as one, seeking, exploring, loving. His magic flowed from him as they kissed, sweetly teasing her, consuming her. The deep blue aura mixed with her white, until it sparked the same color as the sky, engulfing them both as their spirits were united unlike no mortals could be. She could feel him, not just his body under her touches, but his being in her mind, his need, his passion, and it fueled her own. She kissed him fervently, gasping against his lips as his hands slid up her back, sending a shiver running through her body, and adding to a warmth , a stir, in her.

Her fingers found the last of his buttons, and she pushed the clothing from his shoulders, and their twin magic attacked it, pulling it from his body without breaking his grip on her back. In the passion of the moment she didn't care if that meant it ripped or not. She pulled the belt from it's loops as her own was flung from her, their magicks working as one to in a fury of passion. His pants button came undone, the zipper free while Teyha stroked him, delighting in the feel of his hard muscles under her fingers, and the almost ticklish feel of his hair as she stroked.

All the while their lips never left one another's, and she moaned in passion when his mouth opened to hers. She felt his need again, almost throbbing in her mind. A burning desire she couldn't ignore even if she was inclined to.She grabbed his arms, and pulled, urging him to lay over her as she tugged them down on the couch.
 
When their magic merged, blue on white, white on blue, inside, outside, all around them, his pleasure soared to new heights and he moaned deeply, crushing his lips against hers. Never had he experienced something like this. In his wildest dreams he could not have imagined it would be this good, every touch, every sensation heightened to new extremes by the merging of their talent, sending such powerful waves of pleasure through him he could barely contain his moans. Their magic danced a dance all its own while their hands and mouths explored, simply enjoying the touch and feel of the other.

Her hands released the final button and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, where it was picked up by their raw magic and torn from his body, the material shredded in the motion, leaving him bare to her touch. A moan slipped from his lips again as he felt her hands undoing his belt and removing it, followed by her own with the help of spectral fingers. It was all moving so fast now, almost beyond their control, their magic controlling them as much as they controlled it. He rode the waves, luxuriating in the feeling each one brought, hoping it felt equally as good to her.

When the button on his pants was undone and his zipper lowered, her hand snaking in to tease the skin around his groin, his shaft hardened instantly, twitching, seeking freedom from the confines of the fabric. Her touch, so close but not grasping, was torture to his soul but he wouldn’t trade it for a moment, enjoying the feel of her skin on his. A deep moan slid from his body as they continued to kiss, a deep seated raw, primal need forcing its way out upward, taking control of his body. As she rolled to her back, taking him with her, he settled on top of her, her jean clad legs spreading to let him near her. He began to move his hips lightly, brushing up against her, softly rubbing while his mouth devoured hers. Breaking the kiss, he bent and nipped her neck, his teeth and tongue stroking her skin intimately while his hands slipped between them and began to push her shirt upward. He needed more, so much more.
 
The moment was perfect, the mood was perfect... Everything was spinning almost out of their control, urging them faster and faster towards union. Their magicks married together in perfect harmony. It knew what it wanted, and that was the other, it was almost as if they were already in the throes of passion already. Pleasure pulsed each time their energies met, and mixed, creating a new stronger force from the contact. It surged through Teyha, a primal pleasure so unlike physical, but so very complete.

While their energies mated, Teyha's hand explored more. She looped her fingers into the fabric of his clothes as he moved against her. His hips rubbed to hers, bucking softly in his need. She groaned at the impact, and pushed her fingers down, sliding his pants and underwear off him in one move. They slid down to pool around his knees, while Thomas worked on her own clothes.

He broke their passionate kiss to move to her neck. He licked and bit her lightly, and she gasped in pleasure, thrusting her hips forward as a shiver raged through her. His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt. His fingers slid up, over her taunt stomach and she gasps at the contact, her eyes growing wide. For a moment she freezes, not even breathing as he moved his hands up. It was a brief moment of panic before her breathing slowed to normal, and she moved once more. This was Thomas, she reminded herself firmly, and she watched him, his hands trailing up to her breasts, and her own hand slid back to his crotch. She found his hard manhood, and gasped slightly when her fingers brushed against it. "Thomas..." She whispered, her fingers wrapping around him lightly, barely making contact before she began to stroke slowly, scared of hurting him. "It's so thick... So hard...."
 
Thomas trembled slightly, the touch of her fingers on his hard shaft sending bursts of pleasure throughout his body, tormenting his soul in a very pleasurable way. A moan slipped from his lips and he lost concentration, unable to think beyond the sensations she was bringing to him, her small delicate fingers curled around him, slowly stroking him. Her words drew another ragged moan from his body. “Yes” he hissed softly “and it’s all for you Tehya.” The words were whispered breathily. “You drive me wild.”

He bent down and nipped her neck again then captured her lips in a passionate kiss, pushing his hips against hers, feeling his manhood slide through her circled fingers. If she didn’t stop soon, he knew he would lose it. Breaking the kiss a second time, he quickly pushed her shirt up and over her breasts and dipped his head down, letting his tongue lave over one nipple, the rough surface scraping across the sensitive bud. He licked it for a few moments then sucked it deep into his mouth, his tongue and teeth paying attention to it as he pleasured her. He still the movement of his hips, wanting to be inside her the first time he came.

He paid special attention to her breast before moving to the other one and giving it the same treatment, his tongue and teeth nipping and licking at will. Her lovely breasts, so small and pert, were perfect for his attentions and he wasted no time in pleasuring them. Finally, he pulled away, looking down at her, his breath coming fast and quick. One more kiss before moving down below her breasts, he began to lick and kiss her skin as he moved his way down her stomach. The movement slipped his shaft from her hand as he scooted backward, intent on working his way to her pants. When he reached them, he quickly undid the button and unzipped them, slipping them down over her hips quickly. Her underwear followed next, exposing her to him.
 
Thomas trembled under her fingers, pleasure raging through him visibly in every with of his body, audible through the sharp intakes of breath. She could almost feel the pounding of his heart, how it synced so perfect with the quickened pace of her own. "Thomas..." She gasped as his head dipped, nipping lightly along her neck, before silencing any more words by pressing his lips to hers once more.

Their bodies ground together, his member pressed securely in her hand, and she stroked him slowly. He groaned in pleasure, and tore his mouth from hers as his hands pushed up her shirt. Her breasts were exposed to him once more, small round buds blossoming into adulthood, pale ivory flesh topped with delicate pink nipples. Thomas flicked his tongue over the arousal hardened tip, and Teyha arched slightly, a groan escaping her. He lapped at it, swirling his tongue around her until she was panting in her need, the hand circling his member shaking.

He played with one breast, then the other until any trepidation about him touching her was gone completely. He began to move down her, kissing his way across her thin waist, down to the hem of her ants. He pulled the button free, and slip the garb down her hips, followed shortly by her panties. She helped pull her legs free, and their magic tossed it aside. She parted her legs for him slowly, her cheeks burning as he came face to face with her bare pussy. She was already moist from their play, glistening softly in the light, ready for him.
 
Thomas eyed Teyha hungrily, his breath coming in hard, sharp pants as he tried to reign in his magic, which coursed through him out of control, mingling with hers at will. Her legs parted before him as the power ripped her pants away and he took in her bare, moist folds, his shaft hardening even more at the sight. He looked up at her then, noting her own breathless gasps, her blush branded in his mind, caused by his attentions, and he smiled the smile of a man who knows he’s about to enjoy himself further.

Sliding forward a little, he reached out and slid his hands up her bare legs slowly, his palms caressing her skin. His head dipped down, his lips finding the upper edge of her ankle and kissing it, tongue sliding out to lick her softly. Lifting her leg a little, he began to kiss and nip his way upward, his tongue flicking out to tease her every now and then. Her calf, then her knee, and finally her inner thigh were touched, each movement bringing him closer and closer to her soft sensitive mound, her arousal evident with each passing moment.

When he reached her upper thigh, he suddenly switched to her other leg and repeated the process, painstakingly working his way upward again, finally pausing when he was mere inches away from her slick center. He licked his lips slowly, carefully considering his next move then glanced up at her, his eyes sliding across her flat stomach and between her breasts, capturing her attention. The reality of what was happening to them, driven by their own feelings for each other as much as by their magic, hit him hard and he paused. Though she hadn’t said it, he knew that her age alone made it likely that this was her first time with a man and that changed things for him. He needed to take this slowly, to let her experience the sensations of intimacy gradually. Glance between her legs one more time, he made up his mind and immediately slid forward, his mouth moving past her core, his breath caressing it lightly before his lips landed on her stomach. He licked and sucked his way upward, dragging his body with him, his legs brushing against hers. When he reached her breasts again, he nibbled their undersides gently, then laved over her nipples before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. His hard manhood was resting between her legs now and he moved his hips a little, letting the shaft glide through her folds, teasing her. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at her. “You are so beautiful, Teyha” he whispered. “I want you so badly.” His eyes bore into hers, seeking permission, needing it.
 
"Ahh... uh..." A hand delicately rested over her mouth in an attempt to hide her blush as Thomas moved. He slid between her thighs, and began to work. First on one, rubbing softly, and kissing the way to the center. Teyha whimpered softly as her skin became more and more sensitive. It tickled her some as he reached her inner thighs, and she squirmed under him, trying to escape without tearing away. She panted softly, and laid flat against the couch, her heart pounding as Thomas reached the area between her thighs. just as he was about to touch her... He pulled back, and began the process on the other side.

"Thomas..." She whimpered again, her hips bucking slightly. She felt conflicted as he worked up again. She loved the feeling of his mouth on her, and craved so much more. She wanted to feel every bit of him, every sensation he could offer... But she wanted to give it to him as well.

She wasn't sure if Thomas felt this, but instead of lavishing attention to her core, he moved past. She shuddered as he barely brushed it, and moved up slowly. His kisses ran up her body, across her stomach, and to her breasts again. He spent a few passion rich seconds kissing and licking them, sucking on her nipples until her breathing was as labored as his, and moved up to catch her lips in a kiss once more.

Teyha never knew that she could feel so completely comfortable with a man, everything they did was simply natural, right. The twin beating of their hearts, the marriage of their magicks, the passion of their bodies. Thomas broke the kiss and looked down at her, clearly seeking permission, and after a second,Tehya nodded. "Please." She whispered lowly. "I need you Thomas, don't hesitate."
 
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