To my subscriber - the stories of Polemonium caeruleum take home in a worldly concern based on keep and flying lizard style of magic and brute ; come and see the ongoing struggles of the cat-gril called Charity and the suprising tress and turns her dearest for a human being wizard continues to need ...



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ternion week remain until the Academy ballock commences. The in conclusion readying are being made with frantic speed to make indisputable everything goes right. The Great foyer where it is to encounter is the prospect of chaos somehow made manageable. fiat are shouted only to meet with rapid rejoinder orders and modification back again ; chefs and their staffs go over the final exam carte for any cobbler's last mo problems, as vino and spirits are brought in from across all stop of the known cosmos.

At the nitty-gritty of all this is the mix of hearsay, gossip, innuendo, and outright cruel slander focused upon one in particular - the new headmistress Charity. Paid agents in the employ of Master Fox-glove and others who seek to have pandemonium and pressure spread the most condemnable and libelous possible. In accession, these agentive role spread the story of the one seeking revenge on brotherly love and the Chancellor, while holding up Fox-glove as an innocent dupe for the building wrath of the chancellor faction.

Many fear there will be a short and brutal war within the academy ; as to who will come forth winning from it only the Fates can honestly declare. Even the most anxious to see a full-scale spell engagement are reminded of the power the Chancellor commands ; and how entire mountain chain of mountains perish when he is brought to a normal and controlled rage…the only clock time he is believed to deliver unleashed his full wrath the continent of Atlantis fell into the sea.


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walking along with the Chancellor Charity just shakes her pass in bemusement at so many changes coming in her living ; she feels lost and now at the mercifulness of outcome greater than she can lot with. spot, his shell an ever shifting flow of colors and radiation pattern is discussing with the niggling field mouse of the prime minister - just called computer mouse - on the ethical implications of Mouse using charmed cat-o'-nine-tails as riding setting ; curious as in this case they are discussing such while on the back of a massive Bengal Tiger.

She understands each and every contribution of their give-and-take, as clearly as if speaking to her beloved or anyone else. One more gift among so many yet to be explored from the transformation she has undergone ; solving the terminal of the nine whodunit has, among former things, gifted her with the ability to accept many shapes and to understand any language - spoken, written, signed, or pantomimed.

The nine mysteries - a hide out series of run on the academy undercoat ; crack all of them while avoiding over a 1000 or so horrendous deaths and you are acknowledged a Headmaster, ( or Headmistress in her subject due to being female ) of the schoolhouse. Curiosity got the better of this cat-girl alright ; now I have responsibilities I honestly doubt I can handle.

So very much accent has she been under the last week, learning the new obligation of her position, meeting more people than she can name, the little niggling clique demanding she support ‘ their apotheosis way of how things must be done'over this or that rival circle. Her abdomen has been the percipient sign of this accent ; for the last few Day she can not hold back anything down, even a random olfaction makes her neediness to heave.

Now though, her beloved Chancellor of the Exchequer is taking her to contact with the first set of students she will make to train and be responsible for."Honestly do I need to go through with this encounter ?'she asked.

"Charity, please listen to me"- the prime minister says to her -"You are an asset we need here at the academy. You and you alone among all of us command the skill and knowledge of both the charming arts and the psyche fine art known as Psionic's. This compounding is a subject we need to explore and develop, even if the amount students you have actually will be few. Besides it turns out your first three student have already advanced in the magical studies ; it is in the mental areas - again, those you alone are a master of, that need to be honed."

He continues on about the Fox brother, the three beingness so indistinguishable in mannerism and habit, even to the pointedness of speaking in unison, droning voice when addressing anyone. Right now the only if matter on brotherly love mind is to determine a childlike question - how can she get her venter to go under down from this sickening feeling.

She realizes the Chancellor has been speaking for some sentence - about who knows what she is unsure. He seems not to own noticed her lack of attending ; a true professor and instructor to the end, forgetful to all else when he is expounding his voiceless bring in wisdom onto auricle deserving it. Momentarily she retreats into her mind, channeling her mental push into her stomach to settle down the mettle and churning for a time. Returning back to the world around her, a expression of arch humor crosses her face.

"…now then my young lady,"drones on the Chancellor,"As you are my second in program line at the schooltime, you alone, as with Pele, solvent to me. I realized long ago many of my own blind speckle and thus take in Pele and many others as the ‘ hidden star'who act independently when the need arises. So it is that I envision this new group of the master of psionic's and illusion - a group able to respond to unique office and deal with them as needed…OUCH !"

The abrupt exigency on his posterior causes his sudden silence as he looks about for the offending insect. Looking around he sees nothing that could have bitten him. Even Mouse, plot and their tiger setting tone at him in a manner of ‘ what happened'due to his sudden burst. Rolling his oculus upward and shaking his head he turns to Charity, the obvious author of his discomfort.

Oh what a vision she is presenting for him : her lips encompass one fingerbreadth which she slowly sucks upon. Those howling optic have become half-covered puddle of sensualism. Looking up to her pinna, arched forward and down, he knows this means she wants something else than a group meeting just now - and he can not fit in more.

The two come together in a crushing embrace, kisses rapid and burning with unbridled warmth for each former ; they honestly do not care if anyone sees them together.

"To blazes with the meeting for a bit,"he said to her as his hand slipped under her blouse and singlet."Let them wait for once…."

With a quick charm the Chancellor of the Exchequer causes the gratuity of his fingers to suit slightly chilled ; causing Charity to give a shudder and girlish peal of delight as he finds her breast. He feels the nipple swelling to its firm and full potential ; gently his hand caresses it along the top, position and beneath, taking delight in the firm, lenient, and heated textures and feelings.

As they deepen into the dance of conquest, he feels her jam cheek-to-cheek nuzzling and stroking in a manner that leaves him wondering if steam is coming out of his pinna ; such is the reckless desire she inspires, that odour of the cinnamon Nelumbo nucifera, her own scents and soft breath flowing together and pushing his mind into libido driven overdrive.

fast employment exposes her one titty to the air, and he bends down, enfolding the mammilla with his sassing and tongue. Swirling and teasing it, he feels her lenient shudders, arms sweeping about his question to concord him in place and her intimation becoming quickened. Working his way upward he encompasses the kisses to her neck as both hands go to her lower back, touching just so the tender kernel of pleasure he knows.

He feels in his own intellect the psychical link, a form of thought transference, she wants to establish ; this contact allows the two to part in the emotions, sensations, and passions of one another. As he allows her in, her head comes to rest upon his shoulder, consistence conforming to his own, arms embracing him in a suppression bear hug. Her torso chill in a construction cycle per second of erotic bliss ; as happens at prison term like this he feels her psychical connection - mind to mind telepathy - convolution into his brain.

Swirling radiation diagram of emotions come through as flashes of light, colors and formula ; to one now understanding it he is able to move just a bit here and there, bringing he to more and more levels of bliss. Oh how wonderful his life is since she came fully into it, and he into hers. He reaches up with brim pressing to her one ear, nibbling on it lightly and once again driving her state of nature in a completely new direction.


"Don't you dare stop !"Her quarrel echo in his idea ; flavour of burning, yearning mania boil to his head from her own. He feels her manus skid away from the embrace and down his book binding to his second joint, then gently still into his pants. A moment later he also feels the burning, white hot forge attack of his own passion as she goes to mold ; each movement, each ribbing, each soupcon sending one feeling edifice on top of the next, until he feels as if his eyes will glow with fire as fastball comes out of his ears.

When she raises one leg to rub against his second joint, he abandons all noetic thought and plunge in head first to the wildest feelings of rapturous walking on air a being can live. Running one hand up her leg and under her flowing chick, he feels the silky fabric of her unmentionable. He feels her fires reaching a climax stage as his fingers slip under them, seeking that to the highest degree lenify, ship's boat and bliss inducing spot.

"Don't stop, for anything don't plosive consonant !"Her wild roaring of animalistic heat fill each voice of his thinker, a echo as in a boastfully canyon, dancing here and there long after the cry is released. Then there is the fugitive confusion as he ceases all action ; his own fury building up as, once again, they are interrupted. Her brain British pound softly in defeat on his shoulder at this a la mode intrusion.


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Charity looks over at the newest of distractions, wondering what has again interrupted their probability for Passion. This time though, the prime minister has every right to have his rage brewing, alarum as ever for any new danger that is around them.

mouse and his tiger entertain deathly still, while Patches rears, forepaws glowing with icy blue mist - magic that is capable of harming the incorporeal undead such as spook and specters. His eyes glow like molten metal about to be cast, ice aristocratical sweeps over his body, shifting in design and swirl as he readies to protect his womb-to-tomb companion Charity.

Six ghostly warriors come into view about them, guardian spirits of the Academy who defend it according to prescript not even the Chancellor understands. Often the appearance of one means stark danger, now six are here at once.

"Change is at hired man"- they declare in one vocalisation, the whisper echoes of the grave mixing with the myriad low temperature of end of the world and despair -"The one who seeks to be king will proceed soon to pass the Queen, and the one who is to be Queen as well. The standing King is to be taken at the orb, where many shall train their final fall. One who is a captain soon will be he who is not, , prepares the whispers of the iniquity for the lot."

Their message delivered, they slowly fade away from good deal, leaving both Greek valerian and the Chancellor wondering what else is going to take place and how soon ?

"charity,"he says while taking her hand in his and heading down the mansion again,"you need to meet with the Fox pal - your new students. Somehow I fear you and they will face challenges we other mages can not defeat on our own. Our foe, the one Pele calls Dominique, appears to suffer not heeded her warning after all."

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Master Aden stands side by side to a complex pattern of design etched into the classroom floor. Each is a magical set of symbols - to hold and hold beings of enormous ability and danger - set in gold, silver and powdered gemstone. eight exercise set of eight is the total count connected together by a series of vines and flush normal around them. He explains again the necessity for each symbol to be perfect tense by describing the"list of 1200 almost common demises the failed conjuror will encounter."

One Journeymen assisting today prepares his mind and body for the difficult calling today's demonstration will take of him. Ruthlessly he shoves all thoughts and business out of his head, severing each and all that may distract him for a deadly minute when dealing with the entity he means to call from the depths of the netherworld. He waits for the signaling of his instructor to commence ; then it will come down to a contest of smoothing iron will against the inhumane evil of the entity.

"course of study this set of symbolisation has already been tested by many today so we can be reasonably assured that if there is an accident only our esteemed college here will be the one devoured or eradicated."Mater Aden's smile and pat on the shoulder lets the artificer know the argument is to relieve the edifice tensity among the students.

As directed he commences casting the turn ; his outcry ringing out across the existence to the desired creature - demanding its care and appearance. One by one the symbol flair in dingy, red, ashen and green flaming, until all radiate the Lapplander. All feel the impulse as a doorway between here and there opens, allowing the fauna to step through into their classroom culminating in a nighttime and repelling swarm of pot concealment from the entire creature…

A creature of such malignity that the very presence in this reality causes realness to groan and moan ; yet the journeyman looks to the Master with clear and deliver alarm. Something has gone wrong as he has no restraint over the entity conjured.

original Aden just shakes his head with a fist clenched upon it in disbelief. He simply states to everyone between chuckles,"As you can see there is always a chance of things going wrong."

There in the dissipating smoke is TWO organism, one a clearly homo lady - topless and having her well endowed boson being so aroused by her companions loving mouth upon it ; hands encompass the spinal column of his head to keep him in shoes while her eyes are fluttering and dreamy with the exquisite sensations flooding her brain. The socio-economic class watches as her head leans down, rim puckering and tongue licking along them as her breath comes in rigorous pant.

One arm of her comrade encircles her lower back, supporting her upright as she sways in heavenly bliss as his former is down inside her flowing doll, tickling that one bit all women have that gives the most sensuous of erotic sensory faculty like lightning blazing across the sky ! ! !

When she becomes cognisant slightly of her environs the blush of rut on her cheek becomes the red of clear and absolute embarrassment. Yet so into the moment is her companion he will not acknowledge her claim to get him back to the here and now.

It takes a moment of her tapping his head with a clenched fist to make him search up at her face and then follow her pointing finger to everyone about. Swiftly he covers up her bared form with his cloak."My almost cherished honey,"he states with a Cheshire grinning on his cheek,"if you so desired an audience for our intimate encounters you only needed to say so ; now this I will admit is a first, normally we go to such shows, yet once again the sheer bliss you experience carries us to a place again where we can offer right pedagogy in the titillating art of love to these man here."

Cheers and wolf whistles erupt as even Aden can not serve but laugh with a remorseful expression at this I mirth in the face of embarrassment."ANOTHER cat-folk present tense in the biotic community ; this is getting better and better."

In his grammatical case, the gentleman with the Thomas Young gentlewoman simply asks of Aden,"Good sir, can you either send us back or read us to a location where we honeymooners may finally at long last consummate our union ?"His middle look so forlorn and filled with deviltry at the Lapp time,"It has been twelve long class of courting her, ten more after to get her father approval…"His narrative of foresighted suffering spun well and for fun continues the amusement of all.

Even Sassa, the Thomas Young gentlewoman and companion of terpsichore Tiger joins in. She tells him teasingly that her retribution will be spectacular.

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Finally the day's long, unending, persistent watercourse of get together has come to an end. confluence with the troika of Fox brothers, her new students ; with Pele, Aden, Sheo - the dead on target leader of the school under he Chancellor - to hash out the new dire word of advice given and how it connects with their enemy Dominique. Meeting and more meetings with former Masters, artisan, researchers and staff than before ; more and more the school appears to be a stage of confusion and chaos she just can not comprehend.

"How do you deal with this utter point of foolishness and bedlam ?"she asks tempest Dragon.

"Saami way as I do Charity, I thought you would give understood by now,"he exclaimed. His warm hands encompass hers gently, the loving grammatical construction on his aspect filled with intellect, fear and inclusion.

How do you deal with this madness ? As anyone else does, you take one set of problem at a clock time, and learn to deal with those that have to be priority first"- he chuckles at the feel of doubt on her face -"without blasting them into another dimension, reducing them to ashes or the usual 1000 or more manners my rather overgrown reputation would suffer you assume I do on a regular basis."

"Polemonium van-bruntiae I do understand, from my own perspective just how maddening this place can be ; if you had seen me in my younger 24-hour interval on assuming the Chancellorship over two centuries ago"- now that did send her into a peal of laughter, his ‘ jr.'days was when he was only 800 years old -"I had an assistant to aid me with these matter until I got a grip, relatively speaking, on the way to take with them."

He taps his lip with one finger while pondering the subject,"Hmm…would you mind an helper to aid with some of the matters until you are more comfortable in the situation ?"

"Just one affair though,"- the Fe in his vocalism makes him cringe, as does the glowing Theodore Harold White hot fervor contained in her eyes -"I know how to the highest degree ‘ assistants'have to be dealt with in honorary society like this one. I will bed no man except for you,"her finger thumps him in the breast."Now a fair sex though…"

I will not bed any other man than you ; none - for you're the only one I want and will have ... especially now of all times…"teasingly her finger strokes his cheek, ‘ a woman though…"

Gathering her up into his blazonry he just looks into those eyes of hers, so deep do they draw him in once again. Pretending to grunt with the effort of hers, his wicked grin comes forth on his boldness."My earnest missy, did you not say you are expecting ? How many will our category expand to - two, four or six ? And what shall there names be ?"

Too late realizing the altogether end of their conversation is heard by a assemblage of educatee and stave. Within the minute they know the entire school will be blazing with speculation and rumors.

"wellspring my lady, so long as we are in the area how about we find somewhere more comfortable nearby and practice our skills of lovemaking ? Who knows maybe you might become a female parent yet again…"He stops upon recalling the daughter she lost so longsighted ago.


"My love it's alright."She pulls herself cheeseparing ever so very carefully, so the geological fault of weight does not flatten her to the ground, she kisses him on the nerve affectionately - and his desires erupt again as a volcano exploding. She just returns a coy minuscule grin,"Army of the Pure go find this placement we both so desire. Besides - who says I am not already pregnant ? After all I may have been mistaken the other night…"

To the end of their mean solar day those who remained and heard her live statement will never bury the look of unsounded consternation on the premier aspect ; unsure if she is serious or just joking once again - with Charity no one can ever be sure.


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In the Great Hall the staff, assimilator and students get to see one of the schools rarest of wonders ; Headmistress Pele actually dancing and laughing with some visiting courtiers. A trey of Genii noble ( the kind who can award wish for people, under the ripe conditions ) are learning from her the finer art of human being saltation ; as they will be at the honorary society ball along with their liege lord - who they have to teach, the scowls on their faces clearly record how much they look forward to that prospect.

If anyone though had the capability to look deeper into the judgment of Pele, they would sense the troubles she is now dealing with. Her cerebration flow from having discovered Dominique in the residential district, to Charity and the Chancellor, then unto her most late coming together with headmaster Sheo - the teacher of diplomacy and etiquette here at the honorary society. The meeting had not gone well at all, even though she confided such a secret to him ; he wanted to know to a greater extent - and thus has paid a high Mary Leontyne Price for his curiosity.

As she and the star begin a tiresome waltz, she wonders if he will keep his mind from shattering with what he has seen.

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From a balcony overlooking the Great Charles Martin Hall, a alone figure picket Pele dance. ineffectual to see her via any course of wizard scrying - her heritage grants her near unsusceptibility to magic of any sort - he has come to eliminate this job before anything else happens. One hand taps the hand crossbow concealed under his loose vest, where he is keeping it and the ammo that will hit with but a mark.

Normally he would send one of his hired bravo, or even some lusus naturae summoned against her ; yet as it did encounter with the one sent after Jacob's ladder and the Chancellor, Pele would just defeat them easily - as Mystique fell with such relief as to be worthy only of contempt.

No, this time Pele and brotherly love will settle by his own hand ; but first base thing is first, he thinks, I need to pay that self ceremonious flop Fox-glove a visit and see how his"heavy U. S. Army"is growing. Not to mention to see how his set of pets that whisper in the night are faring.


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Sitting alone in his favorite version room, Master Sheo listens to the crackling and popping of the fire in the fireplace ; deep in thought, he recounts each and every moment of this evenings meeting with Headmistress Pele. For one time he wishes his curiosity and natural suspicions of people would have got been restrained, that he would not receive pressed as far as he did.

Yet with the revelation of the enemy Dominique, and the clandestine entrusted to him - one Pele has not even shared with the Chancellor concerning Greek valerian, he had to be sure. His clenched fists slam repeatedly on the aggrandise arms of his chairman, frustration and madness at war with one another.

So stunning was this Apocalypse he challenged her veracity of the story. Suspicions swept up out of the deepest of corner from his nous ; for one here and now he was certainly this was actually Dominick before him, using some conformation of legerdemain to arrogate the guise of Pele, for the design of assassinating him. Shaking his read/write head in mental rejection, he now fully understands just how small chance he, one of the bully magicians in the Academy, would stand against Dominique - let alone Pele if import battle commenced.

He demanded that she let him poke into her thinker, using a spell of soothsaying that allows him to see and examine each memory - to literally walk her life from present on dorsum to the earliest ; she had warned him of the terms he could lift up paying - literally the snapping of his sanity.

"So be it then, I will have these solution one way or another Pele,"he said.

Casting his charm, one of the most powerful known among the cosmos - one that reveals all Truth, piercing lies, legerdemain and disguises at the almost introductory ; cypher is hidden from it, nil - he commenced his probing when her defenses against trick were lowered.

Oh what he discovered ! His question drops down into both of his workforce, trunk shaking from the divine revelation he has seen and understood…

How she and Dancing Tiger had teamed up to run down Mystique ; finally bringing her to bay in a firm to the Confederacy of the honorary society. Each contingent of the ‘ interrogation'of Mystique, of Pele sifting the thinker of her one part at a time as one peels and onion ; every bit of information gained and the links to the primary enemy of the academy the one called Dominique.

The sheer science and command of thaumaturgy Pele has ; the utter ruthless manner she uses it when called upon to do so, as with the execution of Mystique - the vengeance enacted by the rally person of all her victim enacted, and each feeling of Pele who actually enjoyed the spectacle !

Her confrontation with Dominick ; the effigy imparted allow for Sheo to see and understand the true nature not only of the enemy, but also of Pele and Charity ! The family relationship of Pele and Dominique, and thus of Polemonium caeruleum as well - one fact Pele will not distinguish the Chancellor of the Exchequer or Polemonium caeruleum until this is all over. Figuring the prospect that her buddy will disregard the warning given, to will or face his death ; she chooses to entrust this surreptitious to one she does trust as very much as tempest Dragon.

Pele's commitment to the Chancellor is beyond doubt ; he sees and hears the landing field of battle they engaged upon over 200 years ago, she assuming him to be just another weakly willed human - an easy target and not worth too much tending or sweat - only to infer as she lay on the flat coat, his cane glowing with charming military group all too capable of destroying her, just how bad of a fault she has made.

"One mistake is all your kind get,"the Chancellor of the Exchequer said to her,"I should just up and destroy you here and now, yet there is a destiny for you, a chance to discover redemption from the swarthiness you have walked if you so choose."

He listens in on the discussions of such matter of morality, moral philosophy, honor, love, justice, peace and the paragon of what is termed ‘ good.'For years she railed against the curse he got from her ; one of service, yet not of a slave or prisoner, a swearing of deportment - one that set her on the way of life to buyback, acceptance and finally the great of gift she treasures - peace of nous and conscience.

Despite being warned by Pele he pushed on further, wanting to empathize all he could of a being such as she is.
He found out her lifespan encompasses not the few decades of virtually humans, or the centuries elves live. It has encompassed millennia beyond count, from almost the earliest days of existence of the creation ; for she is a being of super natural origins, not born but having come into existence - she was the incarnation of an ideal, given flesh and life to go its champion.

And she was not alone, for with her move up other champions of darkness, ones dedicated to the force out of malefic and of law through strength of arms and cunning. One she teamed up with, a crony of sort called Dominique in the deathly languages, and these two launched wars of epic proportionality across metre and space, whole worlds fell to their army of monster - monster and beings of such power even the Chancellor would not be able to stop.

One day though she found romance with a ordinary familiar, a male of the cat-folk mintage ; their relationship lasted only one night - she executed him the next day on superior general principle. A few weeks later she confirmed the fact of her pregnancy and sudden bang of becoming a female parent - regarded as unimaginable for a being such as her. Dominick though was not pleased in the least, becoming more and more confrontational ; finally Pele had to fly for the sake of her life and that of her unborn child.

Scenes flowed one into another - the sudden striving of birth commencing as she fled ; subsequently the aid of a midwife helping her deliver a little girl, at that meter Pele was in the sort of a cat-girl, and the naming of her as Charity. Soon after are the obscure simulacrum of battle being waged, the legal separation of her from her daughter as she ordered the accoucheuse to take flight as Pele held off the military group sent by Dominick to kill her once and for all.

After that was the 100 long hunting for her daughter, each time coming close and yet only to find she has once again been swept away ; such is what led her to the meeting with storm Dragon.

Trembling with arrant horror he severed the joining ; saved from foolishness beyond the worst of the tough nightmares capable of being dreamed. Thus he saves himself from being consumed ; by these very images and concept that he searched through.

Such is the being here before him now, she - Pele - one who is of supernatural lineage ; a being who once was a champion for iniquity, what is termed by virtually"evil"; until defeated by the chancellor and struggling into the salvation of what is held to be"good."

He looks into the mirror next to his chair, unable to completely bottom the change that have occurred. Looking back in the expression is not the one that he seen this daybreak, no not by far. His eyes have become pools of absolute black, absorbing all light they encounter.

Black windows into timeless existence, such is the Price for cognition as he has gained.


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header into a small pass over area of the school, the untested duo comes to an end of their trip with a serial publication of giggles, whispers, and promise of mellifluous desires mixed with loving care and concern. Officially this region has been closed off for over a century, yet nigh know that it is actually used for romantic trysts among those who desire some privacy in a muted location.

After doing the accustomed quick looking around to ensure the ‘ secretiveness'of the station, Sassa pushes just so on the wall, opening a sliding panel quietly. Her companion looks at the entry and then back to her, sheepish smile on his face."Ah yes, so my unseasoned beloved actually has been here many a sentence ; oh and to think I had hoped this would be the first such romance for you"- feigning shock and mortification he continues -"now I can truly see that I am the innocuous one, oh the desperation and the…"

Clunk.

A quick rap to the top of her headspring and her watercourse of giggles shows she is not going to fall for his act in the least. She does silently yield one fact though ; this will be her firstly time for her - to be with a man if her plans come to fulfillment in this room beyond the doorway. Until she had met Dancing Tiger, all hopes for erotic love seemed to be as lost as her failings at using magic.


Seeing her blushing and faltering he gently takes her hands into his."Sassa I do understand, you have not been to bed with anyone before. So this is the way it is : we will do only what you wish to do. Both agree or nothing goes further in the way of making sleep together"- his feline hand strokes her cheek -"Your beginning time is infinitely preciously and will be when you chose."

"My Tiger…"she said abashed."You know how we were the other day in the bell tower ; you were…you were down on me…"Her head waggle at the recollection of that thrill he gave to her, aside from the storm, topsy-turvydom, destruction of the buzzer tower and the lightning trying to kill them both.

Extending his script as one would to help a royal lady down from a baby carriage, he proclaims with a slight bow,"As my most precious lady wishes…we will rock the school to its identical foundations with the pleasures you shall see today."

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Oh how lots she is coming to be intimate the way he works on her physical structure. Hands mesh behind her arciform top dog, eyes closed and fluttering while rim purse and quiver. Little gasps and squeals accompany quiver and twitches of her body as the rearward arch and brawniness tense then release as passions fire grow and grow. Her ears lay flat on each side of her impertinence, twitching as well in sequence.

filament of her honey gold haircloth set with white highlight ( she changed it again ), flow down past her facial expression to tease him as she feels each peck and fervent kiss on her neck. One hand is behind her depleted binding to yield extra support while the 2nd caresses in turn each of her knocker, mamilla and enjoyable spots about them. He knows just where and how soft of business firm to do each one - so fast has he learned. And still his magic allows him to use a dozen feathers to tickle and tease her…

Each of these revive feather do their work ; ones on abdomen and her sides swirling or stroking in soft rhythm of her torso gesture, others touching or tickling her arms, shoulders, and boldness. The occasional brief giggle, chuckle or laugh of delight breaks out - especially when one finally…

"HMPhhhh-o-o-o-m-m-f-h-h !"She proclaims.

How he got one to top underneath her remaining garments she does not now know or manage, just that it touches her in that peculiar way and place on her womanhood. And it crusade HER NUTS with delight. His soft and slightly thrill breather on her skin combines with all early sensations to send three massive shuddering spasm of lightning like volume joy roaring unto her mind.

Forward she partially collapses with weapons system flung across his shoulders, pant of air coming faster and faster as the shuttering and swaying of body build greater and nifty.

Her psychic tie with him - a character of telepathy - lets him know completely how successful his crusade are, as he feels and senses the passions apex and ebb, flows and stream as she experiences each. For as long as he can his focusing is on pleasuring her - until she is ready to go further in their intimacy.

Both register faint disturbance coming from behind a set of shelves filled with junk to service as a partial derivative blind for the one in this room having a rendezvous with a buff. No warning or concern comes from their fellow traveller - Patches or computer mouse who stand watch by the doorway. Besides which if someone actually watches maybe they can ascertain a few new things…

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Dancing Tiger and Sassa quietly take up position on their side of the ledge to watch indeed. It does not take long for him to correctly build whom they are watching. His look over at where bandage and Mouse stand safeguard shows them as observant yet non-threatening ; so long as he does not pop out anything pillock. Quickly he puts on his Charles Herbert Best rakish, Casanova vogue of facial expression and extends a hired hand indicating his lady love.

Shortly he and Sassa are watching the call of love being played out between the Chancellor and brotherly love. Her middle are widely with curiosity, rarity and anticipation - again it is vindicated this is the outset honest lovemaking she has ever seen first-class honours degree helping hand. Down on her hands and knees she just picket, mouth being nibbled on between her tooth and those tauten titty of hers, just declamatory enough for a hand to encompass so gently, hanging down with tit that are hardened and bloom with passionate coloration.

Even more euphoric to him he can smell among the mixed odor of the two early lovers - physical structure, sweat, and the raw sexuality - that of her very own rising to mix in as well. Watching with her for a bit more, he whispers into her ear softly ; and receives a nod in return. Oh how this Lady of his filling him with wonder each time they are so confining together.

In a moment his manus encompasses her inner thigh, raising a amercement series of twitch and smothered giggles as workforce clasp over her mouth. Easing over to her fair sex the mild whispers of feathery fingertips he uses does their work well…twitching and svelte rocking begin ; her own respiration turns raspy and shoal. This is how she wants it, so he will do his best…at that thought though he covers her up with his cloak - designed to make the wearer imperviable to lightning.

Just in case another tempest shows up.

Down on her articulatio cubiti now, body swaying to a timing of its own her heat step-up in rising waves like lunar time period of a sea ; swift, savage and relentless they take command and commit her onto a course with only one goal…the total satisfaction of a massive release of wondrous titillating sensations. Assuming she survives the upcoming event of her body she longs to recover out how it will feel to make love with her Dancing Tiger.


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Oblivious to the world about them and caught up in each others gaze, the Chancellor sees her dreamy blue honey oil eyes. Off comes his shirt and vest, to be casually dropped by their side ; she keeping round with the cycle of feathers teasing her here and there as he tries to undo his britches - his own manhood roaring with fire and craving a marriage with her !

He has waited too long - pushing her over the limit yet again…her shuddering build climbing skyward in time to her crushing embrace around his body. Through the shared mind-link he senses her body as one complete being of savage, rampantly, raw white hot rut and desire ; hotter than Edward White glowing molten smoothing iron. All she is able to perceive at this dot is the spate to fulfilment and Nirvana to come.

So wild, primal and animalistic is her scream he wonders if she has been hurt by his legal action. Twice, thrice, four and five times she hits her culmination ! Oh such is the excitement he feels the growing electricity in the air, clouds swirling about the little room - her orgasmic joy made reality all about them !

dorsum into touch with world again, smiling like only she can, her forehead taps against his. Giggles of delight and joy titter about the way ; save for three things that happen - one is the warning cry of bandage and shiner ; second is a raw and aboriginal belly laugh of passion unleashed ; and hold up - a storms fury impinging in the room.

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The Fox brothers arrive in their usual fanfare of igniter and commence to approach the obscure doorway, having been called by both Patches and mouse. Even in this relatively disused surgical incision of the honorary society it did not take on long for anything unusual to forgather a small bunch, whom parts way for them. From beyond comes the mysterious and echoing rumble of nose drops - the flavour of lightning strikes and of rain just past.

In unison hands raise up and by a quick motion the room access flies open…revealing a scene of complete topsy-turvyness and destruction. furnishing, boxes, remnants of cloth and clothing, and item unrecognizable now lay shattered and scattered about ; quickly though all see no one has been injured and the rooms dweller give a collective gag and a coordinated"Oops !"

Yet some of the crowd are not pleased for once again they see the cat-girl Charity mixed up still with their own beloved Chancellor ; and of all thing a human lady WITH ANOTHER cat-folk.

Keeping his cloak firmly about her, Dancing Tiger stands up and turns to the crowd…"My most solemn apologies everyone,"he executes the most conventional royal court bow he knows,"Our fellow traveler here - Sir darn and Sir mouse - were demonstrating for the Headmistress Greek valerian and Chancellor a rare dance called ‘ the storm'and unfortunately my sternutation brought about the storm quite literally."

Such is that devil-may-care expression and sheepish grinning many break out in hand clapping and laughter. Among them are the Headmistress Pele and Masters Aden and Sheo. Those who see the modification in headmaster Sheo's heart blanch and rive away in repugnance from the depth of blackened infinity within.

"Now do we give birth any vociferation for the next appearance ?"he asked.


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From the shadows nearby one carefully melody up a hand crossbow with the silhouette of Pele, determined to pack out one grave opponent while he can. The apparatus is perfect ; her guard is down completely. Pressure from his finger slowly builds upon the induction, just a bit more and…no, not now.

That blasted little Draco - dapple - looks upon his direction and warbles softly while shifting vividness to a swirl of blue and reds. Quicker than a person should sustain been open of reacting, superior Sheo crack, one arm bracing the former at the wrist as his trance armband luminescence with magical doom. A single, small sphere alight with the people of color of blue, dark-green, orange, yellow and violet fly sheet away ; with pernicious accuracy in the direction of Dominique.

"NO ! ! !"Dominique howls as he leaps back into the room, assuming the welkin would detonate outside the threshold and the walls will absorb and avert most, if not all, of the blast. A bit later he realizes the erroneous belief he has made, the one misapprehension belligerent can not give to do. His optic widen in repugnance as he sees the sphere pass THOUGH the wall - just as would a ghost in a haunted house.

He has time to activate a final defensive attitude magic - a contingency that will teleport him away from the area to a safe house within the residential area of adept Rift. Assuming first of all he survives this encounter, for he now sees what the spell sent his way is, one that he has no defense force from - even his vaunted electrical resistance to magic will do no good now.

Hell has come calling for him today.

A swirling, churning vortex of blazing flame, preternatural cold, disrupting sound, shattering lightning and deadly acid tear into his body. anguish beyond anything he has ever experienced flows into his being, crashing into his mind and robbing him of all inclusion or rational thought - all his world has become is pain.

As the room caves in about him - the forces having shattered its structural integrity - the magic of his contingency sweeps him away ; to supposed safety and a second chance to deal with the Academies mages.


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One other was watching this impromptu and brief engagement from nearby, disappointed that at to the lowest degree either Polemonium van-bruntiae or the Chancellor did not fall. He sees the Masters and Chancellor organizing the hunt for Dominick, indeed Fox glove clearly recognized the being about to shoot at Headmistress Pele. Why he was shooting at Pele instead of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae or the others is beyond his ability to empathise proper now.

All that he cares of he has a opportunity to be devoid of the influence of Dominick. Holding a diminished pendant in his hands, he feels the emplacement of its counterpart ; long ago he gave a similar one to Dominique for the cause that he could pass over the chandelier, even though the owner could not be found.

Now Master Fox-glove will continue forth on his own ; and the school will become his, he the Chancellor and all who have so wronged him will expire in origin and fire at the coming ball. The whispers in the shadow continue their telling of knowledge and mystery for him to claim ; to continue his physical translation into something so much greater…to find power unlimited.

"Journeymen attend…we have much to do and very little time left…"



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Later that evening the gathered leading of the academy stands around a sober lord Fox-glove. Next to him, on a litter born by four of his chosen artificer is a still smoldering corpse of a human-sized figure. He gives out an exasperated and sick suspiration all can hear as he prepares to say Logos he would rather choke on first.

All of this was happening out in the open, before the cumulate crew in the one thousand lobby ; a witness to be seen by the quite a little, and that the pending power struggle is finally over. Many take outstanding delight in seeing the impend abasement and abasement of the impetuous and egotistic headmaster having to creep in his own failure.

"Chancellor Storm flying lizard, I admit that this past few month after the…vacation…I unexpectedly received as a weasel has left us at rather conflict of popular opinion in many things. I will, grudgingly admit, you indeed have been very sightly and right in leading this school ; I stand here to intromit my failing and that the whispers of the one whose remains lay to my face smoldering influenced me to no small degree."

He continues on to recount unclutter and precise - no ego aggrandizement or plaudits sought - as to how he came to observe the attempt on Headmistress Pele's life ; one of his own craftsman recognized a tarot calling card alike to one Mystique, the now idle assassin, carried and thus he was able to hound it to a hidden safe theater.

"The hard part was keeping track of the bill of fare itself ; for any time we searched with magic to find the attacker directly, no grasp on him could be gained - it was as if he did not be at all. Finally we did locate the safe house, entered as a large band and gave battle to him and his minions - disgusting animate being of the living dead and demons fiercer than anything I have seen before."

The Chancellor of the Exchequer looks to Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae and the Fox Brothers who have been using their mental abilities of psionic's to probe and verify all his title. All is exactly as he claims, though a echo of darkness encompasses him ; there are arcanum he has found and mastered - ones no one yet understands or has seen. While he still loathes brotherly love and the Chancellor, he understands the deck is stacked against him and desire to observe his aliveness is slap-up than his risking it to misplace everything.

"He speaks with veracity."All four speak in perfect synchronizing. Her giggles come a moment later at the utter amusement she is having at the alarm of Master Fox-glove. temporary hookup however, just stares with oculus of opalescent fire.

The prime minister declares that there is to be no penalization on Fox-glove carried out - as he has admitted the computer error of his ways and even stopped a deadly foe."However, understand this much clearly Fox-glove ; if you do make up one's mind to move again for control of the honorary society you will face either brotherly love or ME ! All that will decide this choice is who of us gets to you first - I still sense and smell the evil and duskiness about your being so heed well and call up - I AM THE STORM DRAGON. Risk my wrath at your risk - as did the domain of Atlantis so long ago."

With that Fox-glove departs, entourage pursuit and taking the corpse with them for exam by others at the Academy. Only one early sees the subtle motion made by Headmistress Pele to a human body off in the shadowy edges of the residence hall - which promptly follows after the departing band. Polemonium caeruleum just looks over at her and receives a modest wave of ‘ don't worry about it'back.


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Wider and wider does the smiling of Master Fox-glove become as he and his entourage head back to their area of the academy basement profundity. His new and veil home right hand under the noses of them all ; soon there shall be rivers of line - of all those who have offended him in any way.

Oh how easily things can be accomplished at time.

The Master who is not a professional just chuckles and smack the pleasant-tasting ironies now at paw. Now he will take the queen in panache, and her kin. Then shall the board be swept cleanse in fervidness and blood at the honorary society Lucille Ball. Even the fool following him farther and further into his new lair will not live ; no soon all of this shall be his.

Yet before that both Pele and Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae - mother and girl will perish in a most outstanding style.

And should some of his growing army fail ; his pets, those who whisper in the dark await.



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