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The Magician's Apprentice ((Kuro and Vivid))

"trust your Master, that's the most important lesson" with that, he spread his fingers, levitating her in the air slightly, he nodded to Molala, she smashed the vase noisily in front of the closed door, after that, Vidur whipped both hands down, causing the beautiful human to fall over the shards, the incubus strained, using his own magic to disguise, snapped his fingers, Molala got the signal and she transformed into her little rodent form


"taking a deep breath ,he mouthed a "good girl" at Gilloleth before grinning, he then stepped back "YOU CLUMSY LITTLE GIRL! do you have any idea how much that magic vase costed?" smirking, he flicked one ear, by the time he finished his words, the footsteps had stopped on the other side of the door
 
Gilloleth was terrified as she felt into the shards. Her hands braced her fall and some of glass shards embedded themselves into her hands. What was he doing?! This was going to get her beat so badly! She looked up at Vidur. The foot falls came harder and faster. He was mad and soon her father was looking down at her. Rage was in his eyes.

“Gilloleth!” he snapped. He reached down and pulled her up by the hair. She let out a small squeak and clawed at his fingers. This didn’t phase him in the least. “I am going to tan your skin right off your back!”

“But! Father!” she whined loudly. “I didn’t… I-”

He gave another hard yank and basically threw her out of the room by her hair, nearly sending her down the stairs. She was hurt. She had put faith into Vidur and he did this? How could he throw her to the lions like that? The beautiful young woman tried to calm herself and think with a strait mind.

“I am very sorry for her,” he said to Vidur.
 
"that..."
he gave a step forward, standing next to the man, placing a hand over his shoulder, slowly shaking his head "... would be a very bad idea..." he gazed over, calmly, he turned the man over "see that vase? it was an ancient relic from my family, able to keep cold whatever you put in it, but now... it's ruined" he looks over "not even the cost of your entire inn, no matter how homely and charming it may be, can replace this valuable artifact, I rely on it for my business" he gave a glare down at the girl

the vase, wich had appeared crystal-like, had began melting down very slowly, giving some credibility to his story "trust me, I would love to see you bring punishment to your little employee, but what she has in clumsiness..." he stepped towards her, holding her hair, it appeared as if he where yanking but instead, his fingertips led her to tilt her head before he had a chance to yank, making it almost painless for her "... she makes up in sheer beauty" he slid his fingers into her mouth, spreading her lips open, feeling her teeth, then bringing his finger down on her tongue, the fact that he took time to slowly circle her smooth muscle with a finger lovingly was all he could do to let her know he was still on her side, yet, he remained stern on his apparance, glaring down

"I'm in deep trouble, if my uncle finds out about this, not only I will carry the consequences, but he'll probably bring his fist down on the owners of the inn" looking at the Man, glaring angrily, he almost gave a hiss "if you hired her for her beauty you should have had her in a job fitting of her looks" shaking his head, he looked down "the fact is, if you punish her, you'll ruin her beauty..." glaring, he stepped behind her, with a grunt, he ripped down the back of her chemise, exposing her back "... you fool..." he looked up at him, as subtly as he could, he casted a minor numbing spell, running his fingers over the recent wound she had "... she is already bruised and damaged, there's not much hope for her now"

shaking his head, he brought two fingers to his face, remaining silent, standing between her and the man, preventing any contact between the two "the way I see it, I'm better off taking her and breaking her myself" he gazed over "... as clumsy as she might seem, I have to admit she -is- very beautiful, and I'm afraid no amount of gold I have on me could cover her true worth" he slowly walked over, making sure to push the man into the room, away from his new apprentice as he reached for his bag, he pulled out a small wooden box, opening it, he showed a multitude of gems and golden coins "eleven opals, two small rubies and nine hundred gold pieces, and you have my word that you will have twice that amount in ten years" he held the box to the man, surely it was quite a deal, even the best trained slaves costed 500 gold pieces

"though I'm sure, with her beauty and proper training.. I will be able to bring you such sum in a matter of months, I'll see that her talents are properly employeed and trained, so, what will it be? do you accept the deal and save the prestige of your inn, old man? or will you just go and pointlessly damage her?"
 
At first Gilloleth was terribly frightened. As she should have been. It was probably best that she did not know. The girl’s acting skill was atrocious and if she knew what Vidur had in mind, she would have given the little ploy away. Her eyes widened as he walked up to her. She nearly stopped breathing as grabbed her hair. She expected pain but it was more of a loving caress. A small smile appeared across her lips before he put his fingers in her mouth. The touch was reassuring and she wished to wrap her lips around the fingers but she was horrified that he father would see her in such a position.

Though all he did was smirk. The truth of the matter was that she really wasn’t his child. His wife, who had been infertile, had found the crying brat in the woods; half starved with no parents in sight. She begged to keep the baby to raise as her own. He had been against it but had come to tolerate Gilloleth and, as she grew more beautiful, found that he could easily use her to make an extra buck or two as a serving wench.

Gilloleth let out a pathetic whimper as the back of her dress and then her chemise were ripped open to display her scars and, of course, the fresh red welt from where he had struck her. There was even some bruising that Vidur pointed out. Even with the numbing spell she winced as his finger went across the skin. Never before had her father seen so much of her skin and she felt embarrassed and ashamed.

The man’s eyes sparkled when he saw the jewels. It was obvious that he didn’t think much of the girl on the floor and would have given her to the stranger because of the broken vase. To him she had outlived her usefulness. She was becoming stubborn and questioned him more often than not. Also she had been rude with the guests that just wanted a quick feel.

“I guess I could have her off my hands,” he said slowly. “She ain’t doing me any good and if you think you can tame that bitch, then be my guest. With this I can buy a slave that is actually obedient and good at their job.”
 
nodding, Vidur couldn't help it, he actually growled when he heard him call her a bitch, but he cleverly shook it aside, reaching down to grab his foot "... damn shard..." he slowly rose, looking down, he faced away from him, his eyes glew a faint red and he made sure to shield his eyes

"do not worry, she will be safe, and I promise to take good care of her, ma'am, your daugther will be in good hands and she will be embarking in a path of greatness"

turning around, Vidur looked at the old man, how pathetic to treat his own daugther like that, truth is, he was angry enough that it didn't ocurred to him to read those thoughts of his

"we will meet again in one year, if I am still in charge of her, I will bring her here so you can witness my work, if not I will just honor my debt to you, good sir" he looked up at him, his face still down and he gave him a good glare "well, you might as well go find yourself a willing lapwarmer for the customers tonight, I'll see about dealing with this mess myself, I don't supose you'll have any issues of me taking this room for the rest of the week..? I am so eager to impose some real discipline to my new aquisition right here, right now, it would be a bother to have to travel elsewhere..." with that, Vidur stepped towards the man, his body language was clear and his attitude forward, he was demanding privacy and already practically shoving him out of the room

at this point, and away from the door's view, the little chinchilla made a slight chitter, peeking head out and gazing up at Gilloleth
 
The man had no problem agreeing to that. All of the gems in the box could have paid for several months in that room with some to spare. He gave one more look at his pseudo daughter and gave her a cruel smile. “It seems that you are good for something after all.”

Despite everything that had just happen, that still hurt, and tears jumped to her eyes. After seventeen years that man had developed no affection for her at all. He viewed her as nothing more than a burden. Quickly she drug herself into the room but found it very hard to actually stand.

Her mother had overheard everything and when her husband came out, shot his a scathing look, but did not say anything. Her small frame was shaking terribly and tears swam in her eyes as well. The only thing she was happy for was that Gilloleth, her little angel, was getting out of that hell hole and going to chase her dream.
 
Vidur rose his hand, the motion made all the shards of vase get flung away from her hands, her wounds closing instantly, he stood in front of her, his arms slowly slid under her's, holding her real close to his chest, freeing up one hand, he locked the door, and twisting his hand, he made sure the lock would be imposible to force open, after he did that, he sighed out, his body returning to it's natural state, clothes pulling away and taking the shape of wings again, gently, he wrapped his wings around her, leaving only her head poking out

"I'm here... it's okay now..." he gave a soft whisper, then looked away "thank you for trusting me, and I am sorry I did not told you of my idea, but I feel, this way everyone gets to be happy in the end..." looking down, he slid a hand over her cheek "you're free now, and that's what matters" he wanted to comfort her, but he knew human emotions could be frail in family situations, he looked up, then glanced down at her "I..."

sighing, he held her cheeks with both hands, pulling her head up as he brushed lips on her's "I went into your mother's thoughts, she knew all along of my plan, she helped me set it up, and I'd like you to know, she thinks so highly of you, she is as indignated as I am for what happend, but right now, I can sense relief and happiness in her heart at your new freedom... and what awaits to you"

with that, he slowly parted his wings open, lowered his arms, setting them to the side and gave her a loving gaze "... if you need to let go of your emotions... hit me, shock me, do what you must to cleanse our frustration, it doesn't matters to me, it was worth it"
 
She didn’t feel like hitting him. Yes the frustration was there. The anger, too. To be so callously cast aside by the man she thought was her father was much more bitter than even she could anticipate it to be. Truth was, with how terrible he treated, he still had raised and fed her. Sometimes he even showed her a little affection. To be called a bitch, worthless, and other things cut her deeper any lash ever could.

What she wanted to do was cry. The tears that welled up in her eyes finally fell down her cheeks and with a heart wrenching sob she wrapped her arms around him and buried herself in his embrace. Pain was not something she wanted to cause someone else, especially someone who had saved her and recognized her for what she was. Not for someone who showed her just how wonderful she was and gave her the ability to fly out of that dusty little inn.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone!” she exclaimed through a bitter squeal. “That won’t do anyone any good! Please just hold me, please? Tell me that I am worth something more than a box of beautiful jewels.” She choked on her own tears and hiccupped.
 
nodding, Vidur held her face gently, his thumbs caressing on her cheeks to wipe off her warm tears, even before she had asked to be embraced, he was already wrapping arms around her, however, this time he began to sit down, pulling her close, having her lay across his lap, his chest rubbing on her's closely, his nose touching on with her's as he ran his hands up and down her back

"I feel real bad, dear, that I could not show my true feelings, that I had to act that way, even if the end justified it... I felt so bad..." he slowly came down in silence, listening to her, nodding, he wrapped an arm close to her body, hugging her with all his strenght, his wings tightened around her, almost conforming to the shape of her body

"you are so pure, Gilloleth, so pure, kind and beautiful, that man is clearly lost, of course you are far more valuable than anything I could imagine, I gave up everything I had for you, and yet, I'm the one that's feeling so blessed for having you, willingly following me" he reached up, gripping on her chin firmly like he knew so well

"Listen well, young miss, you have proven to me to be worthy of learning the arcane arts, you have proven to my pet that you are someone with an enormous and kind heart, you are strong, you are truly beautiful, a real angel" he leaned down, starting to kiss over her cheeks, brushing his lips over her tears

at that moment, a noise could be heard from the bathroom, but soon it dulled out


looking down, he coudln't help but to cringe, his own gaze became blurry "... I feel so bad.... because I used to think that I as a demon had the right to toy with other beings and I enjoyed the idea that we could set a prize on sentient beings...." looking away, he cringed "I learned it the hard way, but now I know, each life is priceless, my dear Molala, though she was nothing but a toy for me at first, ended up teaching me many things about life and I came to truly respect her, more than anyone I had before"

looking to the other side, he gave a weak smile and leaned down to kiss on her lips delicately "and now, this beautiful human I have in my arms..." he, for the first time in years, had a slight blush and a soft smile "... seems to be able to teach to an old demon about feelings like compassion, sensitivity and..." he reached up, kissing on her forehead "... and love..." he suddently pulled a hand over the top of her head, pushing her face down as he looked up, it was hard for someone of his kind to admit his feelings! he tried to keep on, both to make her feel better and to recover from the awkward moment "in short, Gilloleth, to me, and to me alone, you are worth everything, you're too special to be treated like that, and I sure am glad that I will get to show you a better life, I know your past is hard... but if we dwell too much on it, we can't enjoy life at it's best" he gave a soft nod "I should know it..."

gently, he slid both hands under her body and picked her up, setting her down on the bed, and himself kneeling on the floor next to her, resting his cheek on the edge of bed, brushing his fingers on her shoulders "always remember that, my angel..."
 
((Warning: This post may contain some purple prose and cheesy descriptors of affection. To all of those following you have been warned XD ))

A smile spread across her lips as he spoke. His words warmed her in a way that she didn’t think was possible. It didn’t matter that he treated her like that. He had her best interest at heart and whatever fake cruelty he had done towards her had melted away with his intent. The truth of the matter was that not even her own mother had treated her with such kindness and reverence. To a girl starved for love and attention his actions were very seductive. They soothed her and lulled her into a sense of security. His kisses were like a salve to her emotional wounds.

Like all girls experiencing these type of emotions for the first time and for those that are swept away in a Cinderella fashion, she was falling head over heels for a demon that she had known less than twelve hours. Her head was spinning and she was adrift in the sensation.

Though it probably would have been more wise for her to keep her feet on the ground.

The more he spoke, the fuller her heart became and tears actually built in her lavender pools. He was bearing a little part of his soul to her. He trusted her to know what he was. She didn’t care though. She knew now that he was a sweet and gentler. Inwardly she thanked Molala for bringing this side out of him. Then he said the word love and her eyes shot open.

So lost was she in emotion that she had not realized that he had laid her down on the bed. She looked at him. Love? Already? Perhaps that was the way an incubus worked. A smile crossed her face as did a blush. Perhaps she loved him, too. The infatuation was certainly there; her sore behind could say that.

“I will remember that,” she said softly. “My past will stay in the past, where it belongs. You have given me a new life and a new chance to live. You have taken me when everyone else thought I was worthless. Please, don’t ever leave me.”

She turned on to her side to face him and she boldly brushed her lips against his. “I promise to be a good student and an ardent lover.”
 
holding his place, Vidur turned around slightly, kissing the young lass, his wings extending back, shivering slightly, all his life he's only experienced sadism, as an incubus, his nature was to rape, to torture, to break unwilling victims, many times he had killed, many times he had kidnapped and left empty shells, this was truly the first time someone looked at him with kindness from the very begining, and it was, unsettling, however, pleasant

smiling, he pulled back and gave a soft chuckle "oh I don't doubt it... you can fit both roles, however..." he slowly stood up, circling around the bed, he knelt down by her side, wings folded elegantly behind his back, his legs spreading slightly "while I do promise, that our time training and our time experiencing sensual pleasures will be equal..." he gave a grin and one of his wings unfolded, reaching forward, the velvety tip caressing under her chin "and trust me, you have so much potential in both areas, I really don't think you'll be left with free time at all, at least during your first month, I want you to excel in both fields.... but that does concerns me"


he began wrapping that wingtip, seemingly the material elongating slightly and forming like a 'collar' around her "as I already told you, what you have in beauty you have in talent, I will have to take care not to give you more power than what your body can hold, and I will also have to restrain myself, I don't want to stain your purity, but I crave it so much... it's a tempting fruit to me, to go beyond just show you pleasures, deep inside I want to plunge you to the comforting embrace of endless lust, however I'm not sure how that would end up affecting your more holy and divine spellcasting, I do know that your basic healing and casting abilities won't be affected, but beyond that..." he shrugged "I guess... ultimately I'm just a gentleman, and as such, I will only go as far as my lady decides to go"

he gave a soft smirk "that said, Gilloleth, you are free to do as you desire this night, I will not sway your choices, but this morning, sharp at sunraise we begin your training and there will be no holding back, I will demand only perfection from you, it will go until midday, and after we eat, your flesh, your every smooth curve and your deepest desire will be all mine until midnight, no rest given, I will too deliver perfection to you"
 
A thrill went through her as her circled her. For a second she was reminded of a powerful bird circling a particularly tasty morsel. He viewed her as incredibly desirable and that made her feel that way. The tip of his wing felt so warm beneath her chin, it’s velvety feel making it feel like a sinful caress. Though that switched. The tip of it elongated and wrapped around her neck.

There was something in him much darker than what she had imagined and she realized it when he spoke. So her innocence was an aphrodisiac to him. It was something that he was drawn to for the sheer fact that he wanted to corrupt it. She swallowed harshly but she wasn’t going to balk at that. The fact that he wanted to respect her made her feel better about that. He would not hurt her.

Her schedule sounded grueling. Several hours of magic working followed by twelve hours of nonstop fucking. It sounded like it was going to be a physically exhausting ritual with only a few hours of sleep. If that was they way it had to be then she would do it. Gilloleth wanted to be a powerful magic user. She wanted to show the world that someone with ‘unpure’ blood could do amazing things and be more amazing than those even with a magical background. Not to mention, learning the ways of pleasure was a very tempting offer as well.

“I should get some rest,” she replied softly. “Though, it is not yet midnight…”

She giggled excitedly at the prospect of starting her training early but knew that it was probably best that she try and getting some sleep.
 
he nodded, his other wingtip elongated slightly, the tip brushing at her lower back and further down "that sounds like a very good idea, I don't want you falling asleep during the first lesson" he gave a playful chuckle then gazed over, strangely enough, he hadn't seen Molala in a bit


his train of thought got interrupted as he heard her giggling, slowly, he pulled her over, the appendage around her neck tugged at an even pace until her lips where brushing at his stomach "why don't you get rid of those old clothes and we see about getting you something new after a while"

he gave a deep sigh, he was wanting to feel her tongue on him before the day ended, but given the amount of events that had ocurred, he decided to back off for the time being

"sleep whenever you want and as good as you can, I will be up all night" he looked up, perhaps it would be good to explain it to her "as long as we have the energy, our bodily processes are held internally, so our need to eat is greatly reduced and our sleep is unexistant, save for sheer laziness" he slowly gives a nod "but human or not, you had quite a day, dear, why don't you rest while I look over you, and then prepare everything for your classes tomorrow?"
 
With a few powerful tugs Gilloleth managed to take the remnants of the dress from her body. Her lush curves were fully on display for him. She flicked the tattered clothes to the floor. It felt so liberating to tear them from her body. That action felt as if she was shedding an unbefitting skin. They were the clothes of an Inn keeper’s daughter. She was the apprentice of a powerful demon magician that just so happened to love her. Love. Not simple lust, though there was that in spades, but love.

As her lips pressed against his stomach she kissed him gently. His skin was so soft and pearly. It was truly beautiful. She looked up at him, being completely enthralled by him. It stunned her that such a creature would take an interest in her. He was like some dark god. Though it was very foolish for her to trust him so willingly.

When he told her to rest she nodded her head and moved back down, having some trouble with the improvised collar. “I am sure to rest well with you watching me.” she said softly.
 
"good girl..." he smiled softly, watching her lay back, he undid his grip around her neck and leaned over, softly, he kissed on her forehead, a glow was cast, but nothing happend, he blinked, then just rolled his eyes, lips curled in a smile, he had tried to induce a deep, dream-less sleep on her to allow her to rest fully but his own blocking spell prevented any influence over her mind, with that, he pulled back and just caressed over her cheek, then ran his finger down her neck "close those preety eyes, and just rest, you will need plenty, I will try to be as silent as I can, but if I don't start working now, we wont be ready in time"

as he said that, he pulled back, taking on the blanket, he spread it on the table, indeed, he tried to be as silent as a feline, now and then stopping to cast again the concealing spell on the room's walls and some more minor charms, among the things he did, after a while it became clear that the room had turned noticeably warmer, like a hot summer night, actually, warm enough that he started sweatting slightly, it's just how he liked it, reminding him of his near-desert homeland


charcoal, blood, lime, and even fruits where used as he used every sheet, every unused pillowcase and even cushions, he was determined to pass down to his last healing knowldge, provided, among the incubus and sucubus he was noticeably lagging in that area, it was enough to put any skilled human mage to shame

alchemy, naturist medicine, divine casting, arcane casting and even elemental forces, he tried his best to ilustrate them with what crude tools he had around, and the time for sunraise kept drawing near...
 
It did not take her long to fall asleep. She did have dreams but they were sweet. They were of him and Molala; her two new friends. They were of her future and how she was going to help people. They were of hot sticky nights where she was reduced to nothing but a quivering mass of pleasure. Sometimes she even groaned out in her sleep and her woman dripped desire.

Finally she awoke. The maiden was used to getting up at dawn to help her mother with breakfast. She rolled over and placed a pillow over her head, not willing to actually stir herself. Her nightly musing had been too good to leave. Though she did not want to upset her teacher. She groaned and she finally sat up and stretched, pushing her impressive bust out.

“Good morning,” she muttered, running a hand through hair. Her face screwed up when she had to push past a few knots. The room had seemed much warmer than before. Even though she did not sleep with a blanket there was no chill to her skin. “Vidur?” she asked before standing.
 
( I see what you did there :eek: )

"oh" a faint voice came from the other room, Vidur came out and looked at her, even if he is always very careful about his appearance, he did looked slightly agitated and with a few smears of this and that materials he had been using to paint and scribble, smiling, he gazed at her bare form, nodding "it's not the kind of classroom I dreamed of, but this will do, come" he motioned her over "Uh, I'd offer you clothes but I doubt Molala's tunics would remotely fit you, however don't worry, I did managed to improvise some approns for your alchemic practice" he stepped aside and gave a bow, luckily the bathroom was ample enough, on the walls, the sheets where hanged and displayed several charts, writtings and symbols, before she got up, he tossed her over a silvery coin, it seemed to have oriental characters in it

"lets begin with basic alchemy, even someone without magic can make use of it and achieve wonderful results" he gave a nod and looked over at her "knowing magic is good, but you will find situations where your abilities are negated, be it by spells, poisons or restrictive barriers, or where you wish to keep a low profile" he gave a nod "and then, with alchemy we can create amplifiers for magic, on the other side, there are spells wich just won't work without an alchemic component"

once she did managed to walk inside, she'd notice quite a change, the usual scent of the room had been replaced by heavy incienses, the tub was taken by little vials, pots of clean water and some other materials
 
The idea of doing magic naked was certainly an interesting one. Her eyebrow quirked. At least she would be given aprons to cover part of her nakedness. She did have a few other dresses in her room but decided not to mention anything about it. There was something completely arousing about being bared in front of him. Also, she knew it would be an easy transition from her magical training to her sexual one. She caught the coin and looked at it carefully. The symbols were strange to her and she wondered what they meant.

Alchemy sounded like a good place to start. He did make a good point about magic being nulled and there were many spells that required non magical components that were crafted by Alchemy. Or so from what he said. Getting into the large bathroom was a pain but when she was able to she gasped. Everything had changed. Her eyes scanned the new pots and other strange things. The smell of the incense was heady and powerful, muddling her senses.

“Does this require any cooking?” she asked. That might have been a problem. Though she could do simple things like stew and noodles, she was almost completely lost when it came to anything more complex. Another guest had once told her, while ogling her chest, that alchemy was born in the kitchen.
 
with a grin, he nodded "oh, yes, in a sense they are the same thing, but judging from your expression, don't worry" he shrugged "we will stick to the basics so you can heal minor injuries, and for that, we will study the human body" he gave a look at her, blantantly gazing up and down her body, chuckling, then gazed down to her hand where she had the coin "the human body is made out of little more than 19 elements, these elements have a perfect balance, when you get sick, when you are injuried, those elements go off balance"

walking over, he stepped next to her "take a seat please" he pointed at the little stool in front of the tub, turning around, he picked up the set of aprons, not exactley elegance incarnated, but they where at least functional, he set one on her lap and set the other on himself, by the time he was finished, he picked up a long, flexible cane from one of the shelves

what seemed to be the first hour went by with him prancing behind her, holding the cane menacingly as he started explaining about the nature of the elements, the compositon of human beings, from carbon, oxygen to sodium and so on, while it was by no means a biochemistry class, by medieval terms it was all fairly advanced, there would be no note taking, he expected her to learn the names, and in mid lesson he would randomly quiz her about the names, terms and concepts, rewarding with praise, punishing with swift caning, this would be a trend for the classes right now

he of course, lacked the actual concept of atoms as such, but as advanced to the time as possible, he went on explaining her about how masses of one substance could mix with another to create new substances, and so they started some basic experiments, as any good teacher, he pushed his chest firmly on her back whenever she was requiring assistance in her simple practices

it was only after those boring almost two hours of reciting and memorizing ended, that he did stood back, untying on his appron, he smiled and moved aside from the room, back to the main one "well, enough of Vials, let's work on your casting, come and show me the two you already know, but this time, try to increase the distance and reach of your spark spell and do it three times more, then I want you to heal me as many times as you can until you run out of power"
 
It was certainly more schooling than she ever received and she found herself dozing a few times. Which always was met with the cruel smack of the cane. She had trouble remembering everything and by the end of the lesson, her back and thighs had a few markings. Gilloleth had yet to see how this treatment was any different than what her father had treated her. Yet she kept her mouth shut. It was something that he likely found necessary and took no pleasure in. She heaved a sigh of relief when he announced the end of it all after two mind numbing hours. How she was going to retain any of that she didn’t know. Hopefully she did so she did not have to suffer that cane again.

She removed her apron as well and followed him out of the bathroom. Thank the gods for that. She nodded her head at his command and smiled. She closed her eyes and concentrated on that spark. It took a few times to get going but she managed to cast the lightning spell. It didn’t go very much farther than her first spark had. She attempted to do it a few times again and though each time it went a little father there was not much distance.

Frustration creased her brow.
 
"well, at least your casting is becoming more inmediate" he tapped on his chin, then stepped back, snapping his fingers, he suddently extended fingers, from each finger, thick bolts almost inmediately reached forward, caressing on her body, crackling, had she had the slightest hint of evil, the discharge would have been fairly painful, but in her current state, it was entirely harmless

"Concentrate, visualize, feel your inner strenght release"
he cut off the discharge and stepped back, slowly, he stepped towards her, holding both her hands, he picked them up and made her tilt them until her palms faced each other "let's start here... visualize the sparks forming, arcs dancing over your fingers" he looked over, starting to pull back to a safe distance "let's work on your stamina, so try your hardest, remember, courage, let your newfound freedom and your desire to help others fuel you, squeeze until the last drop of strenght from your body Gilloleth!"
 
The lightening made her giggle. It didn’t hurt and in fact felt like a nice and sweet caress. His energy was warm and inviting. The energy crackled and sparked around her before it died down.

Gilloleth nodded her head. She needed to learn fast at the actual casting. Her alchemy lesson went abysmally and she did not want him to think that she was a lost cause. Determination filled her and her concentration sharpened because of it. There was no chance that she would let herself be cast aside again.

She closed her eyes and did the visualization as he told her. Bright purple light encased her fingers and a tingling started at the tips. The lightening came with a sudden crack, sparking between her long and elegant digits. The more she expelled the more energy jumped and covered hands, then it moved up to her arms.

It was obvious that she was putting her everything into casting the magic from her body.
 
stepping back, Vidur gave a gasp, he held up a hand, the arcs where still mere delicate strands but the amount of determination he felt made him actually nervous, his hand gave a subtle silvery glow, readying himself to put up a barrier if the energy got out of control

"Good! good!" he cheered on encouragingly, smiling wide but soon that smile changed, he bared fang and put his other hand forward, he saw it coming the moment the bolts began running up her arms, the countless little strands of energy unified in a single bolt, like electricity seeks ground, that bolt sought the unholly, the bolt, barely thicker than her arm, was far from enough to kill him but it definetly could have caused a lot of damage, he recived it full-on with his hand, hissing, he formed a disk of energy from his hand, slowly, he gave a step forward, his soft hair raising up "GO! stronger!" he looked up into her bright eyes "that's a good girl, I can feel it, your true potential!" he widened the disc of energy, actually having to strain, if he had been a lowly demon or an ill intentioned human, he'd be uncouncious by now,

All this time he had been stepping forward, trying to reach her hands but at some point, he stepped back, gulping "E-enough!" he could feel his fingertips going cold and numb, and the silvery disc had begun to grow fainter, soon, stray harmless sparks arched into his arm
 
His cheering drove her further. She put more force behind it. It strained her but she pushed more and more. A pain began to thud against her temple and she opened her eyes, letting him see the golden sheen her eyes took on. Though she could not keep that sort of energy up for long and even before he told her to back off she was sinking to her knees, breathing hard.

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face. The glow faded from her eyes, returning them to their normal lavender. Her heart was beating fast against her chest. Her head began to hurt more but she was smiling broadly. Pride had filled her. Not only had she cast magic but she was able to go toe to toe with her teacher.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “I actually… it was completely… words can’t describe…” she pulled herself up. Her legs quaked and she fell back down. Yet she managed to pull herself back up again. This time she remained standing. She walked over to him and examined him. He told her that she would need to heal him. “Did I actually hurt you?”
 
Vidur walked over, he set his hand between her breasts in a clearly innocent way "I do have words for it, and it's Amazing" he smirks "I've had priests trying to blast me to dust, men who train for years, and they haven't made me strain like this" he beamed, then from his hand a wave of warmth spread trough her body, manipulating, a green glow spread over her skin, recovering her strenght, he then pulled back, smiling, he shook his head "no my dear, however you left a few marks down my arm"


he glanced down, his arm had a few darkened patterns "judging by the numbness, probably that would be enough to render a minor demon uncouncious" he stepped back "you can aim this at a possesed person, and it will leave them unharmed, but break the possesion"

clenching his fist, he smiled "now, your magic might be weakened, so let's work on replenishing your reserves" he looked over "however, be careful, this drains your lifeforce and converts it into spiritual energy, it's good for emergencies, but it will take a toll in your body, it will make you hungry and using it too much may cause you to faint, please avoid using this if you are not in top shape"

once he finished, he went behind her with a smooth movement "get firm, I'll lay you down on the floor, I need you to pay attention, this is far more important than any alchemic lesson" he purred close to her ear, as she did, he extended a claw, sharpening it almost like a needle "your heart energizes your physical body, but your nerves energize your soul, and there are seven points wich you have to attune in order to control your psychic energy" he reached his arms around her and gently set her on the floor, unlike the rest of the room, it remained cold still, he placed her firmly, spreading her legs slightly and stood over her, he then used his claw to point at her the placing of each energetic point

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reaching down, he slid his hand between her legs, poking between her cheeks with his sharp claw "close your eyes... focus your energy right here, gather your energies, draw from your body and feel it swell in here"

after a while, he began working each of her energetic points, slowly explaining her the reason behind each of them, and in all times asking her to gather up her psychic strenght around them, quite likely, with the awareness and simulation on each of them, she'd be able to tap into more than just gimmicky magic, but to get closer to reach her true potential
 
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