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Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Rakith grinned at her as she playfully replied to him. That playfulness of hers was deeply arousing to him. The more he thought about it, the more he realized just how pleasant the rest of time would be together. Between her lush body, her stubborn streak, and the heat of her passion added to her playfulness made a well rounded woman he would enjoy being with. It seemed her grandmother knew what she was doing when he set the two of them up.

He could feel the heat of her body across his lap. His one hand moved to collect her hands and hold them pinned behind her back, against the small of it. Then he started to spank her, loudly as he cupped his hand to make the sound echo. Each slap across her bare bottom was harder than the last, until they started to actually hurt. That border line between pleasure and pain was so thin sometimes, and each added to the other.

"Are you going to be a good little witch? Be a good little slut for your Prince?" he asked in that booming demanding voice. He was teasing her with that, but also building into the illusion that he was punishing her, when he rather was working to arouse her body to the brink of orgasm without touching her womanhood.
 
She was powerless to stop him when he gathered her hands and held them behind her back. A delighted thrill shot through her as she found herself vulnerable across his lap, her teeth biting down on her lip to stop herself from voicing her pleasure.

"Rakith..." She whined. She was ready to beg him to stop playing with her, but then she felt the first slap against her lower cheeks. A surprised yelp escaped her and she jumped against his lap. Whether it was the sound or the sensation, she wasn't sure, but the action made her heart race. As they continued, they grew more firm and powerful against her tender skin, drawing a few gasps of pain from her parted lips. Ceci squirmed in his hold, whimpering and moaning with each strike of his hand. The tension was growing, her need blooming into something else entirely as her skin burned and turned red for him. "Rakith..." She moaned, her ass rising to meet his slap as it came down hard against her skin. They were walking a line between pleasure and pain that Ceci was still knew to, but she was already obsessed with the mixed emotions she was feeling in regards to it. If their brief introductions to the sensual world were anything to base the rest of her life on, she was in for a lot more surprises. Good ones she was sure.

The demanding edge to his voice made her breathless as she struggled to look over her shoulder at him, his dark eyes captivating. "I'll be whatever you want me to be..." She breathed, her body so close to falling apart as she panted beneath his eyes. "Just please...." Ceci begged, biting her lip, "Please don't make me wait..." The memory of what it felt like to be taken by him played through her mind and she whimpered as she waited. "Please...Rakith..."
 
Rakith loved the power he had over her. It was the one thing the demonic side of him and the lover in him could agree on. They both loved the rush that her submission to him always brought. Of course the two sides warred over just how much dominance to subject her to. But that was an internal argument for a later time. Right now, he had a woman to pleasure and seed once more. He knew that they would have a child at some point, likely many over the rest of time, so he was in no rush. But the idea was oddly appealing to him.

Helping he up off this lap, he pulled her against him and kissed her with a raw hunger that burned as bright as her own need for him. Guiding to the bed, he pushed her down on her back. Removing the few remaining pieces of clothing he wore, he moved to the bed with her. "I want to look into your eyes and feel your legs wrapped around me for a change.. I think your ass has had enough of a beating tonight to not make you stick it in the air for me again," he told her as he moved himself between her legs which he parted effortlessly. Once into position, the head of his hard manhood pressed against her hot, wet sex, he leaned down and kissed her forcefully. As he kissed her, he slid his shaft inside her, until his balls slapped against her still pink ass.

Thrusting harder into her, he broke the kiss so he could look at her beneath him, his eyes locked on hers. "You, know, my little naughty witch, it usually takes a lot longer to win a demon lord's heart. Most of us won't even acknowledge we have one to win.." Grinning, he added, "So my little pet... tell me how much you love me and what I do to you..."
 
When their lips met, Ceci moaned against Rakith's lips, the taste of him on her lips lit a fire in her soul and she reacted immediately. It was new for her, to be resting on her back and staring up at him while he removed the remainder of his clothes. Their previous sexual encounters had been with her in other positions, never on her back. Ceci realized she liked the new position, it gave her a perfect view of her demon Prince, one which brought a flush to her cheeks as she saw the intimidating manhood awaiting the warmth of her body. Her arms naturally wrapped around his neck as he lowered his lips to her once more. She was greedy in her desire and need, crying out against his lips as he thrust within her in one quick move.

It was different on her back, he hit her at a much different angle, but one which she still enjoyed, her legs wrapping around his body to accept him even deeper. "Rakith..." She moaned, his lips breaking away as he rose to stare down at her. Ceci met his gaze, her lips parted as she purred her pleasure to the room around them. Small hands wrapped around the blankets beneath her, giving her something to ground herself as she met each of his thrusts as they grew harder. The velvety voice that was her Rakith rolled over her, making her shiver and bite down on her lower lip. "I must have a way with pervert Princes..." She breathed, that playful spark shining in her eyes as she grinned up at him.

His hard length caressed her deep, a jolt of ecstasy shooting through her and making her cry out with surprise. "Yes...." She gasped, her chest rising and falling frantically. Ceci realized he'd directed her to speak and she laughed briefly. "Little pet?" Her back arched, her head falling deeper into the comfort of the pillows behind her, her smart remark cut off as she fought through another burst of sensation. "Damn it, Rakith..." She gasped. "Your little pet adores you, way more than she should...and every little thing you do drives her crazy.." Ceci panted, her playful gaze turning dazed and distracted as she found her focus waning. Her legs tightened around him, her eyes rolling back as she closed her eyes and gave into the pleasure. "More..." She begged.
 
Rakith loved the effect he had on her, how her body flushed so bright and how hot her passion burned. She was the first woman he had met that could match his level of passion. Her words turned his blood molten within as he passion surged wildly. To hear that she adored him and that everything he did to her drove her crazy. He hoped that once the together a while the ardor didn't face.

But for now, it was time for pleasure for them both. "I am happy to hear that," he started in his sensual voice that only she heard, "to hear my little pet is happy. I try my best for you." And that was shockingly enough true. The other demons would laugh at him if they knew he was gentle and caring with a human, but Rakith realized that he didn't give a damn about what they thought. She was his woman, and he her man. And the demon council be damned, he wouldn't change nor would he give her up. She had awakened something deep inside him, something he never knew he was capable of. And he found it beyond pleasurable, it was ecstasy.

His thrusts were firm and hard but the way he looked at her was gentle and loving. His fiery eyes never left hers even as his thrust grew harder and faster. "Ceci, I honestly... can't believe how... you make me feel... it's incredible."
 
With every moment that passed, Ceci felt her soul willingly entwine itself even tighter with Rakith. He took her breath away and she didn't understand it. Whether or not she cared about understanding it was something she would worry about later. It was hard to focus on anything but the continuous rhythm of their bodies as the pressure in her core built. As she gazed up at him, their eyes held each other with an intensity that surprised her. There was no wrath or controlling dominance in his gaze, but affection and care. It shook her to the center of her being. Even as her face contorted into expressions of pure bliss she fought to maintain that eye contact with him, knowing that their bond only grew stronger with every second it held.

"Rakith..." She moaned, her hands detangling from the blankets beneath them and reaching up to cup the sides of his face. Ceci coaxed him down so their noses brushed, their eyes still locked as she brushed her lips across his, her breath coming in more ragged gasps. "I'll make you feel this and more..." She whispered against him. Her body shuddered as she arched again, crying out in a desperate need to vocalize her enjoyment. Ceci stole him in a searing kiss, deep and filled with the foreign affection she had never expected to feel. Her fingers slid around to grip his hair as she kissed him, teeth and tongue greedily holding him close while he continued to thrust between her legs. Minutes passed and she savored the taste of him as he filled her every sense.

Even as she knew she was going to reach her climax, she refused to release him, knowing it was the intensity of their embrace that was pushing her over the edge. When she hit the point where she could no longer hold back she tore her lips away with a strangled cry, her eyes wide as her warm depths clenched around his length, pulsing as wave upon wave of uncontrolled pleasure ransacked her body. Ceci completely fell apart beneath him. In such a vulnerable and exposing moment she felt safe and protected, giving only him that part of her soul.
 
Feeling the passion and emotion he had awakened in her flooded his senses. Given that he fed on such things, it was intoxicating. But more than that, it was such a thrill to be able to feel what she felt. Her climax came with surprising intensity, and it pushed him over the edge as he walls gripped him. With a loud moan, he emptied himself within her soft pliant body. As they finished, he noted just how spent and vulnerable she was. So he lay down next to her.

Rolling her gently one her side to lay her head on his tattooed chest, he stroked her hair. "For a girl who was virgin yesterday, I must say you've become a fast learner. That was perhaps the most intense love making that I have ever experienced. It was amazing to feel your passion your hunger, and your affection as it poured into me. Far more intoxicating than spirits. Simply beyond words. I've never found myself so happy to be bound to a human before."

The sweat from the intensity of their passion covered his chest and his breathing was still ragged though slowly returning to normal. He held her tightly against him, unwilling to break contact with his woman, his lover, and future bride. Twirling his free hand in the air, it sparkled with glowing power of his magic. Though was simple magic, so his tattoos barely glimmered. The heat was still noticeable. Snapping his fingers, he pulled down a red rose, which he placed on his chest before her eyes. "For you, my little witch."
 
He filled her with his seed and once more they were undeniably one. The thought made her whimper as her body reacted joyously, an aftershock of the pleasure he caused vibrating through her. Her eyes had fallen shut as her lightly sweat dampened body fell into a heap of exhausted limbs. She didn't see, but she felt Rakith lay beside her, rolling her over so her head met the firm surface of his chest. Ceci ran a hand up his chest until it rested beside her face, her fingers curled slightly as she relaxed in his embrace. He was praising her and that gave her enough strength to open her eyes, peering up at him with a small smile. "I never imagined I'd be bound to a demon..." She flattened her hand against his chest and closed her eyes, "But I do believe grandmother was a genius...Because I've never felt so much emotion..."

She sighed, nuzzling her cheek affectionately against his chest. "You bring out a part of me I didn't know existed..." Ceci murmured sleepily. His arms felt secure around her, something she hadn't felt in years since her parents had died. Even before that. The only person to ever truly make her feel safe, was her grandmother. But with Rakith. She got the feeling again. A feeling she feared she would never experience again.

Movement from his hand caught her attention and she opened her eyes in time to see his simple spell. She felt the light heat and saw the subtle glimmer of his tattoos, further evidence that he was using magic, though just barely. When the rose appeared she grinned, her eyes popping wide as she viewed the beautiful bloom he rested in front of her gaze. Ceci lifted the rose from his chest, bringing the petals to her nose to smell. The soft fragrance made her happy, but the thought that he'd produced it for her was even more heart warming. "Thank you...." She whispered, lifting her head and shifting her body so she could see Rakith better. "Thank you for not being a rude and overbearing demon..." She turned so she was still encased by his arms, but so his arms were around her waist as she sat beside him. "You were terrifying when you arrived here...But you were never...cruel..." Ceci leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "My grandmother would be happy to see how far we've come already...in our short time together...But I think she'd be a little smug too..." A laugh escaped her. "Knowing she had made such a successful pairing..."

Ceci twirled the flower between her fingers, then lowered the petals towards her neck, where his bite was still prominent and harsh looking against her otherwise perfect skin. She slid the silken bloom across the raised mark, shuddering when she felt the sting. "Your little witch will gladly wear your mark for all to see. She has been claimed...though...I won't say tamed..." She shot him a playful smirk. Leaning forward, she sunk back in against his side, curling into the warmth that his body offered her, "So....tell me Rakith. As your student...what can you teach me about my..." She paused, hiding a smile, "Our...magic?"
 
Rakith watched her reaction to the rose and smiled when she liked it. She was a feisty one, he had to give her that, and he adored it. Too many woman simply wilted opposite him, and while she allowed him to control her, own her, she had not been tamed nor, did he honestly want to tame her. He liked her fiery personality. As fierce as it was, she should have been born with flaming orange-red hair. Though he didn't think it would suit her as well as her flowing blonde tresses. "Why on earth would I want to tame you? I love your fiery personality. If you were a timid wallflower with no backbone, this would been happening. Part of what attracts me to you is that you don't back down immediately. I mean think about it.. I spend days condemning souls to Hell. And almost everyone of them grovels and pleads to me. Then I meet you, and you stand up to me. you get in my face.. How could I not find that attractive?"

Sighing at the thought of her grandmother gloating over the outcome of her spell, he nodded, "I suspect she's laughing her ass off in the other realm. She was a cunning genius when it came to magic. She had far less power than you, but her brilliance made the most of every little bit of magic she possessed. Thus she was seen as one of the most powerful witch in her time. But you know? This once, I don't mind having something pulled on me.. She knew what she was doing that one."


He thought about what to teach her. Protective magic seemed important but those were the most potent spells and could drain her... Unless. Yes, that would work if she would accept it. "So Ceci, in regards to your training. How do you feel about tattoos? On you I mean. Some of the magic that i think it is important for you to know is... very taxing, as you have seen. The tattoos can allow you to channel more magic than usual as they absorbed the magical strain to a point. Had I cast the spell from earlier without them I would be an empty husk cluttering your doorstep."
 
Ceci gave him a cheeky smile, enjoying his description of her and hoping she could continue to live up to it. She thought about her grandmother again and sighed, thinking that Rakith was right. She likely was laughing if she could see them as they were. The young witch rolled her eyes as she pictured her grandmother. But the thought of seeing her grandmother again made her chest tighten, a trickle of emotion forcing its way into her joyful mood. She missed her grandmother terribly, but she didn't want to mention it. Her grandmother had been strong and independent, and Ceci wanted to be the same. She wanted to make her grandmother proud, but also surpass her. Getting emotional over those she had lost wouldn't help her.

Her attention was pulled back to the demon whose chest she rested on, her brows raised in question at his comment. "Tattoos?" She repeated. She didn't like the visual of him as an empty husk and she smacked his chest sharply, her lips twisted in an unhappy frown. "Shush...don't give me those images..." Ceci grumbled, sitting up and slightly detaching herself from his embrace. "So you want to give me tattoos like this?" She raised her hand to trace the lines across his chest. "Here?" She mirrored the motion, running her hand over her own chest. Across the swell of her breasts, down the valley between them, and then up over her shoulders. "Would it hurt?" She asked.

"I want to be strong, Rakith..." She said softly, if a little nervously, "If you think the tattoos are a necessary part of making that happen...safely and more easily...Then I'm open to it..." Ceci shrugged, biting down on her lower lip. "How...do you do it?" She shifted on the bed. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable, unsure of what would go into giving her such tattoos. But she was telling the truth. She trusted Rakith and if he thought the tattoos were necessary in helping her, she would get them. But a sudden thought struck her and she jumped, her eyes wide, "But...." She shut up, closing her mouth with a snap of her jaw. "I...won't look like me...." After having a man see her exposed for the first time in her life, the thought of immediately altering her image made her self-conscious. "Will you still find me...." Ceci frowned, her eyes narrowing and her cheeks flushing, "Attractive?" The word was mumbled, as if she didn't really want to ask, but was forcing herself to.
 
Rakith smiled at his lovely little witch, his lover, and more and more each moment, his love. The smile was warm and soft, genuine and how much he cared about her would come through loud and clear. She was his world already and they had barely one another a day. What would it be like in a year? When truly knew one another well? Likely they would be completely inseparable. She had questions, and of course as he would expect no less from her, they were logical and important questions. "If it was a human hand putting it on you, a tattoo would hurt like hell. However, I will brand you with magic not ink burned into your skin, so there should only be the heat of the spell, which you've felt from mine as they burn."

Continuing, he said softly in his tender voice, "And I would not give you a tattoo that is going to diminish your beauty in any way. I would only give you one to enhance your beauty. And you could cover yourself in mud and have branches sticking out of your hair, and I would still find you attractive. You are my woman. In my eyes, you will always be beautiful." As before he raised his hand and allowed the magic to glow from his fingers, this time his tattoos glowed much more intently. Before her eyes an image took shape: a rose, a sparrow, and twisting flowery stems that was reasonably intricate and pretty. "What do you think of this, my witch?"

He held the cast in the air until she approved of it. It was her body after all. "This would go on your ribcage from nearly your armpit to your waist, then curve around to your lower back. It would only be visible if you wore revealing clothing."
 
She was thankful that no human ink would touch her body because she wasn't sure how well she would handle pain that wasn't paired with the pleasure of Rakith's touch. Ceci gazed at him adoringly, smiling shyly when he called her his woman. She was his. In every sense imaginable. “Careful…” She grinned at the thought of rolling around in the mud, “I might test you on that one…” Ceci laughed quietly and let her worries wash away, comforted by Rakith's words. Her attention shifted to the image he cast for her, her eyes wide with awe.

Already he knew her. Such a masterpiece was exactly like what she would have chosen for herself. The connection to nature would make her feel home even if parted from her beautiful forest. “Rakith…” She breathed, lips curved in appreciation. “It's perfect….” Her head nodded in approval and she reached out to clutch his arm. She wanted it. She truly did. It was beautiful and it would help her with her magic. It didn't get better.

She listened to his explanation about where it would be and she grinned, “Or visible if I'm naked….” She teased. “Which...if the last day has told us anything...might be more often than not…” The feisty witch laughed and rose to her knees on the bed, shifting until she was kneeling in front of Rakith, her body exposed for his viewing pleasure and the casting of his magic. “For me...this will not only help my training...But will represent another mark from you. One which will not fade. And even if we are parted...I will see and think about this very night…” Ceci gazed at him, her eyes filled with care and trust. “My demon lover...my protector…my…” She smiled, “I suppose you're becoming my everything, Rakith….” The concept didn't frighten her nearly as much as it would have the day before.

“Now work your magic. Your woman wishes to feel your power…” Ceci teased him again, continuing to kneel before him like she was an offering.
 
Rakith was happy that she liked the tattoo. He had wanted to give her something sweet and feminine while also touching on her love of nature and the woods. She shifted her body slowly and knelt before him, which made him smile. She was right of course, thus far they had spent most of their time either naked or getting naked. For them, clothing seemed to be optional. Well not even optional, but rather an inconvenience. When he had the chance, he would have to visit her grandmother's soul. Unlike other sinners, witches had their own place in Hell, and they were generally treated well. After all, most were bound to one demon or another, and that usually meant they were valuable even from beyond the grave. It had been some time since he had last visited with her. But the next time he visited her, he would thank her for Ceci, and for how she had matched them so perfectly. That she had outplayed him didn't really matter anymore. What mattered was the young woman kneeling before him, his own supplicant and so much more. Turning his mind back to the present, he lifted Ceci's head to meet his gaze and he kissed her tenderly, butterfly wings against her swollen lips that he had kissed so intently not long ago.

Releasing her he waved his finger and drew the tattoo upon her skin slowly. He wanted to keep the heat and any possible pain to the most minimal risk possible. The demon knew instinctively that he had no desire to hurt her, nor did he think he was capable of it anymore. Perhaps before he taken her virginity. But since that moment, he'd been terribly un-demon-like. It was almost as if in taking her virtue, he had transferred that virtue to himself, making him less demon than he was. In that respect, the line between which of them was truly in charge of the relationship blurred. Certainly, on the surface the power was his, he had made her his witch. But in her taking him into her heart, and giving him her trust, she had just as deeply sunk her hooks into him. The truth was, in the end, that depending on the topic either both of them were in charge, or neither was. He would collar her as intended, and together they would let him be in charge, to own her. For of course she already knew she owned him. And unlike him, she didn't feel the need to mark him.

As the last of the tattoo was on her skin, he smiled. It truly was beautiful on her. The bright reds and the black ink shone brightly against her pale skin. Now that it was done, he pulled her into his arms gently, "You are my woman, my with, and my world already," he whispered against her sweet blonde hair. I own you, yet you know that I am yours as well. As shall always be. You complete me in a way nothing or none has ever done. Not in a million years, would I have ever thought I was capable of positive and gentle emotions, yet here I am. I am here before you, knowing that slowly but inexorably I am falling in love with my witch."
 
Ceci accepted his kiss with a small curl of a smile, the caress of his lips warming her heart. A soft gasp filled the room as he started to slowly draw the tattoo upon her skin, the heat warming her with an odd tingle that made her squirm. She chewed on her bottom lip, resisting the urge to whine while Rakith did his work. Ceci found it was easier if she closed her eyes, imagining his hands caressing the lines of the tattoo instead of the heat that burned her. It wasn't exactly painful, but it wasn't warm and fuzzy either. Knowing it was Rakith that had the reigns in his hand made it easier to deal with, and she tried to control her rapidly beating heart with the comfort of his control.

When she felt a tug, her body naturally falling into his arms as he tugged on her, she opened her eyes. Deep blue orbs gazed up at him, her arms wrapping around his body to hold him close. I am falling in love with my witch. A fire surfaced in her eyes, the heat of her passion and what would be her devotion. Rakith was exposing his most tender emotions for her, something she was sure was not normal for a demon of his caliber. She felt special in his arms, as if she really was changing him and pulling him into her own heart. She was speechless, savoring the moment, and their invisible bond while she gazed up at him. Was the deep affection she was growing within her the first steps to loving him? Truly and honestly? Ceci wondered, her chest tight with emotion as she tightened her grip around her demon lover. Her demon love. "Rakith..." She murmured, tilting her head back so she could fully see him and his striking eyes. "You continue to take my breath away..." A small laugh parted her lips and she ghosted a hand up his chest, caressing his cheek affectionately. "If a love is what we're creating....what a formidable pair we will be..." Her voice was soft and warm, the evidence of her feelings clear.

Ceci pulled back slightly, looking down so she could see the tattoo that now graced her previously virgin skin. "Oh..." She was surprised, her eyes wide as she gazed down at it. "It's beautiful..." She twisted, trying to see the full profile of the tattoo. "You did a wonderful job, Rakith..." She turned back to him, throwing an enthusiastic hug around his shoulders. "So this will help me? With control of my magic?" She was growing more excited, her face breaking out with her joy. "What type of magic did you have in mind? Can we start now?" She looked around, "Maybe I should get dressed...." Ceci mumbled softly under her breath.
 
Rakith smiled, reveling in her intense joy. He liked making her happy, like this perhaps just as much if not more than he enjoyed making love to her, which was saying a lot. Holding the hug as long as he dared, lets his shaft come back to life, he nodded, "I think getting dressed might be wise. We should at least take some time away from your bed, as pleasurable as it is. And if you keep running around naked in front of me... well no guarantees that that will happen. Giving her a sly smirk, he moved off the bed and dressed himself wrapping himself in dark black finery with with a Gothic look. Especially in the collar area. Magic was wonderful for such things.

Turning to her, and giving her a smile, he told her, "The first spell that I will teach is one for convenience. To dress as i do. Close your eyes and focus on what you wish to wear, move your finger in a manner that it might be put on you and it will appear on your body. It cuts down prep time for a fancy function, as there are more advanced versions that will clean you from a truly wonderful bath, and others that can even handle your hair." These were conveniences, yes. But also should they become separated, and she be stripped, that spell would protect her modesty as just as fast as her clothing was torn from her, she could replace it.

"The other spell, I wish to teach you, is a bit more complicated. It is a warding spell, and will surround you in an invisible force bubble. Attacks against you, mundane and magical will have to defeat the barrier before they can touch you. The more protective the barrier however, the more draining the magic will be, and the more you will need to rely on your tattoo," he told her in his "teacher" voice.
 
She loved watching him use his magic, it truly was mesmerizing. When he suggested she try to dress herself using the same magic he did, she frowned, unsure she could do it. Ceci took a deep breath as she climbed off the bed, closing her eyes and trying to picture what she wanted to wear. Too many patterns seemed to fight for dominance in her mind, and as she moved her finger, focusing on the bodice and shift, then the skirts of her dress, she could feel the magic working. But when she opened her eyes and looked down she groaned with disappointment. Sure, she was dressed, her white shift and tan bodice were snug and supportive. But her skirts were a mess of different patterns and Ceci cursed unhappily under her breath. Forget the fact that she actually did succeed, she hadn't succeeded enough. "This is stupid..." She muttered, crossing her arms and pouting as she looked at the perfect quality of his own outfit.

Not giving herself enough time to focus on her own disappointment, she turned her attention to what else Rakith had mentioned. "Warding spell?" She placed her hands on her hips as she regarded him. He sounded more authoritative as he spoke about the spell, and it made her lips quirk in amusement. He was being a teacher. Ceci hid a snicker behind her hand and walked out of the bedroom, shooting him a look over her shoulder as she entered the main living area of her cottage. Standing in the center of the room she waited for Rakith to follow. "Alright...you want to play with a warding spell..." She nodded and let her arms rest at her side. "Do I picture a barrier? Push the magic into a wall around myself? Visualize?" She bounced a little on her toes, always finding the thought of new spells to be exciting.

"Then what will you do?" Ceci grinned, "Fling some attacks my way?" She was teasing him, but the look in her eye said she would be willing to take on the challenge. Ceci didn't back down from anything, and if they really wanted to test her abilities to maintain a warding spell, he wouldn't be able to take it easy on her. At least not forever. At first maybe.
 
Rakith chuckled softly at her reaction. He saw absolutely nothing wrong with her clothing. It was all the right sized and on the correct way. The first time he'd tried it was awkward as he had put his pants on backwards. So going to the bathroom had been annoying. Not to mention embarrassing. So she was a head of the game. But now was likely not to tell her that, as the little cloud of disappointment followed her like a metaphorical thundercloud. Moving to follow her into the next room, he gave her a smile for her enthusiasm.

"That's essentially correct, yes. You start with a barrier around you. For a personal ward, you need to focus on the material of the barrier: wood, metal, stone, and so fourth. The harder the material, the more power it will drain from you. The key is to find a level that doesn't drain you, but gives as much protection as you can. Traditionally, that tends to wood for the new casters, and eventually steel. Remember in combat, the wards will need to be cast frequently, as they will go down quickly against formidable foes. Which is why balance is importance. For attack and escape spells are more draining yet. And you always always want to make sure you have the energy to get away. Fail to do that can be fatal. For each witch that grows as powerful as your grandmother with her skill, and the massive power that you posses there are a hundred witches who focus too much on quality and attacks and leave themselves drained. This is usually when they die. So don't you dare, understood?" he gave her a look like you better not fucking die on me.


"Once," he began, "you have your barrier built, projected it around you. The easiest way is to hold the vision of your barrier, and run one finger around the other, like this." He held up a finger to represent himself and then drew a circle around himself with the other hand. A small glimmering shield enveloped him. "Until you learn control of this spell perfectly do not rush. Once you grow more accustomed to it, you will be able to move up in material and move faster in the spell. The key to any magic is your brain must be always focused and at rest. A wondering or uncertain mind can have effects om what you get from the spell. I have seen witches kill themselves with this spell. Picturing the barrier too small to protect all of there body, so when they draw the circle and wrap a too small barrier around themselves, the behead themselves."
 
Ceci was shocked, her jaw slightly ajar. Witches had been beheaded from screwing up the spell? Her enthusiasm was immediately knocked down a few notches, her eyes wide and her hands trembling. "Oh...well...Hmm..." She paced a little, walking in a circle and then resting her hands on her hips. "Focused mind....Restful mind..." She nodded slowly, trying to think through the sudden panic that was trying to fill her. Rakith didn't want her to die, but neither did she! She certainly didn't want to accidentally cut her own head off over a stupid mistake like making her barrier too small. She figured the easiest way to handle such an issue was to not use a solid barrier yet. Wood was good as a starter he said, but she was suddenly worried about getting a splinter to the face because of a mistake. She needed to work on the simple steps of creation and maintaining first. Once she knew how to project the proper size, she would work on changing the form her barrier took.

The young witch had intently watched Rakith as he made the small glimmering shield and she closed her eyes, trying to draw her magic to the surface once more. She was a little surprised at how quickly it rushed to her, almost overwhelming her before she reigned some control over it. She didn't want to use too much, but she needed the perfect amount. For a little while she remained silent, toying with the weight of her magic. When she was content with the amount she wanted to use, she summoned it up, pulling it through her fingers as she raised them in front of her. Ceci took a calming breath, her eyes still shut in order to maintain her focus. She didn't choose to use enough magic to pull it through her tattoo, leaving the beautiful piece of art alone for the moment.

A misty cloud started to appear around her, her fingers mimicking what she had seen Rakith do earlier, drawing a circle around the others to imitate her body and the barrier. At first the cloud did nothing, only hung around beside Ceci stubbornly, and the furrow in her brows showed she was aware that it wasn't listening to her. Her own stubborn frustration started to grow as the moments passed until she felt a stronger trickle of magic start to surface from inside, fueling the misty cloud until it grew darker like a storm cloud. She wasn't paying attention to her mind, it was straying from her focus and with it was her levels of agitation.

It wasn't working and she didn't understand why! All it needed to do was circle her! It was a stupid cloud of nothing but it still wouldn't do as she instructed. Ceci tried to reign in her focus, but her magic continued to trickle out to fuel the stubborn and increasingly dark cloud, which out of pure growth had started to surround her and soon Rakith. A sigh and a clenching of her fists were the trigger to the clouds filling her cottage to suddenly flash with lightening and start pouring rain into the room. "Damn it!" She cried in dismay, her blue eyes flashing open as she saw the mess she had made, everything getting soaked by the magical downpour. Obviously she had to learn to pay attention to the leak of her magic during spells, because she'd released a lot more than she intended and it had quickly gotten out of her control.
 
Rakith kept a passive face as he watched her cast, he had his own shield ready if she made hers too small, he wouldn't let her kill herself. By no means would that ever happen while he drew breath. The weave of her spell, while wild, drew on far too much energy, and he prepared for the worst. Then she got a cloud. He knew instantly, this wouldn't end well. She would grow frustrated and as her mood fouled, so would the cloud. As expected, she soon had a thunderstorm in the room, swirling around her.
At least he mused, she had maintained enough control to keep it from forming into a cyclone. That would have been hard to control in such a small area.

He could feel her anger and frustration. He felt for her, but she needed to be allowed to fail as much as needed, to make her stronger. Weaving a spell, he captured her clouds and sent them outside to water the grass. Once the immediate threat was gone, he sloshed through the water on the floor to take her into his arms and comfort her. "My little witch. So much power, so little control. But that will change soon enough. But a suggestion, when a spell goes sideways, don't get upset or frustrated, that will only make things worse. The best thing you can do is, when you know the spell has failed.. Is to let it drop. You have to mop fewer floors that way."

He kissed her forehead softly. "I have an idea. On how to work on your control," his face broke into a mischievous grin. "I assume that you have discovered how to make an object float?" As if to provide a demonstration, he focused on a stray apple which flew to his hand slowly. "Perhaps one of the simplest most basic spells. Low power." He handed her the apple and motioned to her bed. "Take your clothing off, and lay on your back. Get good and comfortable, and make the apple float above you. Your only task is to keep it up and floating. I will... distract you. Keep the apple floating through my distractions, you get a reward. Let the apple drop, well that will involve a penalty. The key to this, Ceci, as it is with all control, close your mind to fear, doubt, and emotions. Allow something that relaxes your shield your mind from what I do. Else you might have trouble sleeping tonight. Not to mention sitting down."
 
Ceci looked like she was close to frustrated tears as Rakith easily captured her storm clouds and pushed them outside so they would stop pouring buckets of water in her home. She closed her eyes and sniffled, hearing Rakith as he trudged through the water to her side. Comforting arms wrapped around her and she stifled a sob, nuzzling her face into his chest. “I don't want to fail any spells…” She mumbled sadly. Ceci looked up into his eyes as he kissed her forehead, lips turned down in a frown when he mentioned he had an idea.

His grin made her curious, trying to determine what type of trick he was up to. “Float? Well of course...that's basic…” She murmured softly, blue eyes narrowing in on the apple in his hands. Ceci reached out, taking it from him and holding it with a confused frown. Take her clothes off, get comfortable, and make the apple float? Ceci glared playfully up at her demon, imagining how he planned to distract her. “A game of rewards and punishments…” Ceci stepped away, towards the bedroom, her skirts a tangle of wet fabric around her. “I'm not sure I want to play this game…” She laughed. Her gaze fell to the apple in her hand as she continued to the bedroom. Ceci spared a glance over her shoulder at Rakith before she entered the room. What rewards would she get? She had an idea on the punishments. Biting her lip, she set the apple on the bed and slipped out of her soaked clothes. She let then sit on the floor in a sopping pile and shivered from the cool air that met her wet skin.

Ceci dried off before she climbed onto the bed, settling herself comfortably between the blankets and propped up on the pillows. She caught sight of her new tattoo as she got comfortable, a smile lighting up her face as she took in its beauty.

A determined set formed to her jaw and she took a deep breath. She could do it. She had to do it. A small flick of her finger and she was directing a small trickle of magic towards the apple, lifting it from the bed and pulling it towards her. Ceci let it float above the bed, high enough to be out of the way, but still easily in view. “Rakith…” She called, her expression calm but with an edge of her anxiety. It was a simple trick, something that was easy to maintain. Ceci didn't know what to expect out of Rakith's distractions. She wanted to say she would be fine, but she didn't know after her accident with the barrier.
 
Watching her as she made her way to the bedroom, he smiled. He could watch her sweet little bottom wiggle for hours as she walked. The look she gave him over her shoulder made him shudder with increasing desire. He would need to contain it. They had just made passionate love and if he didn't teach the magic she needed to know, she would be unable to defend herself from the war ahead that he instinctively knew was coming. Having thought about it ever since the book came up in conversation, and he had deduced their foe: Ozramis. He was the only demon prince who would dare such a thing. To defy the council and risk all out war with him. The demon was tough, and had a huge presence on this mortal realm, larger than his. But what Rakith lacked in numbers, he made up with power. He was likely the most powerful demon on the council. If his ambitions ran that way, he could vie for the Ducal position as the current Duke of Hell was weaker than he. But that position didn't interest him. Being top dog always meant that those below you were plotting you demise. Rakith was content being a lesser target. Yet apparently Ozramis had decided he was sufficient a target to break the Witch's Compact. One of the most sacred and venerated laws that even demons were supposed to obey.

Turning his mind away from that for the moment, he entered the bedroom when he heard his name called. It was time to teach. Focusing his mind to push out the desire and lust that was forming in him, he concentrated on serenity. Which was the key to his strength. He was one of the demon princes who had mastered the art. Most were too obsessed with power that their ambition was too strong to maintain total serenity. One his mind was free of emotion or concerns, he was ready to proceed. Moving to the bed, he sat down next to her body. His face as he approached her was alien to her, totally and utterly at peace. Nothing in the room mattered other than her and the magic. “Very well, my witch, make the apple float for me, about a foot above you so that if it falls it will be uncomfortable,” his voice to was hollow, as if he wasn't truly there with her. “Clear your mind of everything but the apple. Nothing else exists.” He gave her a minute or two to clear her mind. He knew she was capable of this, but she wrestled with doubt, insecurity, and worst off pride. She wanted to be the best, which was admirable on the surface, but like his fellow princes, it could hinder her ability to master this skill, which would be key to her survival.

Once she was ready and the apple was in place, he moved closer to her, leaning down to her ear, his hot breath teasing her skin. This was his first distraction. He knew that this was something she liked, and would arouse her. She like him would need to force her arousal to the back of her being for now, keep her mind clear. “Now focus, my little witch,” he said in his most seductive voice. “Don't let arousal break your concentration. You are alone in a void, focus on serenity, be totally at peace no matter how much your body wants you think about what I am doing and how it should make you feel.”
 
Ceci watched Rakith enter the room, her blue eyes wide and curious as he set himself on the edge of the bed. She adjusted her hold over the apple as he directed, letting it float a foot above her. His voice made her shiver, not the tone she was used to hearing from him. Ceci realized she didn't like it. He was empty. Absently she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it while she listened to the empty voice continue. He wanted her to clear her mind and focus on only the apple. Nothing else existed? Her brows furrowed. But he was in her bedroom, and she was naked. How was she really supposed to focus on just the apple and nothing else? Humming impatiently for a moment, she closed her eyes and tried to push away all of her thoughts and emotions. Nothing else matters. Nothing else matters. She chanted silently to herself, her heartbeat steadying and her breathing slowing to an even rhythm.

After a few moments she had determined that her mind was clear, her focus entirely on the apple floating a foot above her. Ceci's expression was blank and she kept her eyes shut, using the darkness behind her eyelids to help her remain full of clarity. She felt the bed shift, and then she felt the hot caress of his breath as he neared her ear. Ceci clenched her jaw, trying to ignore him as he rained his sensual voice down over her, threatening to bring back memories that she really couldn't risk thinking about. He was telling her to focus with his words, but his voice was doing something completely different. She loved his voice. It took her from cold to hot in only seconds, her skin rising with goosebumps and her breasts peaking with desire. It's just a voice, Ceci. Shut it out! She chided herself.

It was a struggle, but she forced herself to ignore the sound of his voice, so deep and promising in her ear. Her body yearned for him, but she focused on the apple only. It was her and the stupid piece of fruit. She didn't know anything about a sexy demon. Ceci's hands dug into the bed beneath her, curling into the blankets as she kept her focus pointed in the right direction. Apple...Apple....Apple... She mentally repeated. The apple remained floating, a little shake was all that changed at first, but otherwise it remained still through Rakith's voice play. His oh so delicious voice.
 
Rakith watched her progress carefully, wanting to see her progress. Thus far, she was doing well. Her body was of course responding to his and his efforts. But that was the point. He was seeking to see if she could block out her body. If she could block out their passion and her body's yearning then she should be able to focus on her spells. This time, she seemed much more relaxed. And while the apple wobbled once or twice, it remained in place. This made him proud of her. She was learning from her early failures. Being a fast learner would protect her. It filled him with hope that they would win the upcoming war. And there, failure was not an option.

Moving his hand from his side, he moved it gently across her smooth pale skin, staring just above her womanhood, but not touching it, his fingers glided like a feather across her belly an up to her breasts. Once there, he tweaked a nipple briefly. Then focusing his own mind a small cube of ice formed in his hand, and he ran it over her nipple before following the same path he had come up with the ice cube down. The sensation of cold against her hot skin would likely provide a much greater distraction.

Even as he touched her, his eyes never left the apple above her. That was the important part of this exercise, as he was not only trying to arouse her for pleasure, but rather to see how she handled the pleasure while focused. There would be plenty of time to arouse her for fun.
 
It wasn't so hard, she decided. She could do it. Blocking out Rakith's voice got easier and she swallowed a lump in her throat. Her confidence blossomed, at least until he gently touched her, making her body jerk in surprise. The apple threatened to dip, but she wrestled her focus quickly. Her heartbeat had started to increase it's pace, hitching her breath and making her face contort with sudden concern. Oh no no no... She was screwed. Up her body he went, barely touching her, but drawing her desire from the pit of her tummy, and making her skin flush. She bit down on the inside of her cheek when he shocked her nipple with his fingertips, resisting the urge to open her eyes and glare at him. He really wasn't going to make it easy. Ceci was thinking too hard, cursing him silently as the apple started to dip. She remembered quickly that she was supposed to be focusing on something. Oh the apple! The apple rose again before it could completely fall, floating the foot above her once more with a steady flow of magic.

A deep breath steadied her nerves, but she still wasn't prepared for the icy touch of the cube he suddenly slid across her body. Ceci's toes curled, her breath coming out in a shuddering groan. The apple was struggling, unsteady as it floated, shaking with the same uneven rhythm as her breathing. He wanted her to focus. She needed to focus. For him, for the future of her magic, and for herself. She needed to clear her mind, ignore the sensations that were flooding her body, and focus. Ceci's face seemed to twist into anger before it mellowed out into a serene image of calm. A cleansing breath steadied the apple and she forced herself to be focused on the apple and her breathing.

I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.. She momentarily thought, quickly silencing her inner dialogue when she realized it was only taking away from her concentration.
 
This time, she had more trouble he noticed. Yet, despite it all, she kept the apple up even if it did come perilously close to dropping. She was making him very proud. Now the true test, and the hardest part of her practice was upon them. If she could maintain control after this, then she would earn high marks for this exercise. Wiling the ice away he kissed his way down her body slowly, parting her thighs, and placing her legs on either side of his head. Cupping her taut little ass, he brought his tongue down to touch her nether lips with a long teasing stroke before pushing it inside her gently.

For several long agonizing moments, he touched her solely with his tongue. Nothing exotic or ultra arousing, simply a little tease. Then one of hands left her cheek and moved up to part her petals before him and his tongue plunged further in. Still mostly just teasing her for the moment, the true assault was yet to come. Slowly, his tongue found her pearl which was hard. He gave it a flick of his tongue, before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it gently at first but then with increasing vigor.

Finally, as the piece d' resistance, he bit her clit gently, as two fingers thrust into her like a tiny cock. He wanted to arouse her as she would be normally when they had sex, to the point where her body would tremble and writhe in pleasure. If she could remain focused through that, well, then she was ready for the stronger spells.
 
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