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Then they are simply gone.
As the Chancellor hoped it would the gossip begins again, this time for the better. Now those who seen it first hand spread the real story, or this portion of it with the Chancellor and Charity.
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So effortless is the movement from the Great Hall to the quarters of the Chancellor she does not comprehend the move until their dance stops and she is able to look around. Quickly enough they move on to their second dance for the evening, one so long in the expectation for both. Garments are shed and each takes the other into their arms, kisses and searching hands exploring and seeking one another.
The Chancellor again sweeps her into his arms and marveling at the grin about her face with what is to come as he moves to his great feathered bed.
He brings forth many a laugh and giggle from her as he tickles each and every inch of her body with a single feather at first, then bringing about a dozen more to enhance this erotic enticement. From under her chin, down that luscious neck, to each shoulder and arm, and onto her breasts – each one quivering just so with each set of giggles; she is ecstatic beyond anything he has seen of her so far. On down to her belly button which causes her to almost double up in a loud squeal while arms and legs entangle with his.
Romping around they make the little mistakes most couples do at the beginning, a elbow winds up here and a knee there, while a kiss missed a cheek and wound up on her forehead instead. A gentle and playful push sends him into a double bounce straight off the bed; his playful "I meant to do that" motion sends her over the edge into giddy giggling wonderment.
Finally they wind up with her on top, smiling with that impish grin again promising delights to be experienced and hopefully survive; her leg caressing his manhood to the point he passes the moon in excitement.
"Now I believe it’s my turn to start. I want to make sure that there are no more sets of cramps ‘causing a bit of a problem’ again for us," she said to him. Kissing him softly on the lips she just looks with those dreamy eyes into his own, her one finger teasingly in a caress of his chin.
She leans in close to his face, caressing cheek to cheek and letting her braided hair tease him on the neck; one little peck and then another, soon to become a dozen more driving him mad with lust. Her warm breath against his skin causes little twitches of excitement as they flex in response. He moves to embrace her body in his arms, only to be gently rebuked with a wagging finger and a smile.
Tonight she is in control; he is along just for the ride.
Straddling him again, she rocks back and forth, one leg entwined between his and bringing his manhood to the brink of bursting. It is all he can do to stay focused, eyes feeling like they are popping out of sockets, and breathe like a great bellow with each intake accompanied by such sheer bliss. Oh if she raises his temperature any higher he will ignite into flames and smoke.
Her pelvic muscles twitch and wind in excitement of lust building in her as well, the wetness of her womanhood being felt upon his thigh. Those wonderful lips nibbled upon by her teeth as she tries to keep eyes focused on him, ears now fully flushed and bent down along her head, among the clear signs it’s almost time for the main event.
Almost as if by mutual consent their hands reach for one another and entwine about the fingers, and along her chest and breasts she leads them, letting him feel her body heat and slickened skin. Just the barest of touching caresses with the finger tips sets her off in back arching bliss.
Finally the moment of their union arrives, of the two as one body, she taking him into her, slowly at first and then flexing up and down with abandonment; him beyond caring at this point as he focuses completely on her, wanting nothing more than her happiness.
Almost as fast as it begins he hits his climax, releasing his seed deep into her body, once, twice and three times rapidly. She collapses next to him, satisfied as well, having hit her own release in synch with him. They cuddle up and kiss each other for some time, loving and fulfillment in their united expressions.
"I wonder my Stormy," she questions him "do you think I will have a boy or a girl after tonight? Or twins like the ones Justin has sired? I mean, this happens to be the one night of the year that I can get pregnant after all…for some reason I seem to have forgotten about that…"
The shock encompassing his face is complete and utter until she cracks up laughing; impish jokester to the very end. His thunderous laughter entwines with hers, complete and for once nothing has gone wrong.
At least until the bed collapses from the strain of their activities.
"Oops," both declare at the same moment, followed by more laughter.
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The lone figure enters his private room locking the door tight and emphatically checking the mix of alarms; from the magical (warning of intruders, living beings bigger than a mouse, or the living dead such as a vampire) to the mundane (a set of wind chimes put over the door and window so that anything walking in, even if they are invisible, will make contact and enact the chiming sound).
Despite all these precautions he still keeps one hand upon the hilt of a sword, ready to be drawn forth in an instant if he needs to do so. Considering the stark reality of his confrontation with Headmistress Pele, one he had so long ago thought dead at the hands of the Chancellor, even this precaution will not save him from one of his own species.
Searching a large steamer trunk for a special package his smile returns full and proud as he feels the pulsation of what lays within. He had long ago prepared a surprise for the off chance such a situation as this came about. In the burlap wrapping is a wooden hand crossbow, glistening with black runes of power – ones crafted so that any projectile fired from it will inflict great harm to creatures such as himself and Pele; save if they are the shooter. Next to come out of the bundle are five silver tipped bolts, miniature arrows for the crossbow, each with a glowing image of a tiger – standing up and moving as a human would.
His grin widens even more as he contemplates what will happen if one of these meets Pele; or for that matter even Charity – now that he understands the secret of her heritage.
For these five bolts, are enchanted to slay beings such as they are outright; the barest scratch or nick, and they will kill…perfect. Not even the vaunted magical immunity of his species will be sufficient to stop their work.
Pele has made her one mistake; for in not killing him then and there in the streets, the fact is both Pele and Charity – mother and daughter, will die. Too bad though, for once was there a time when he had been so fond of his sister, champions of evil and darkness for untold ages they had been; now she is found out to be alive, and on the wrong side, a traitor to all they once stood for.
(Fin.)
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