Author's note: I'd like to say thank you to Whisked for the suggestion to write a longer story and also for all the amazing reviews left on Pleasurable Punishment :) I hope this fic is just as 'absolutely, tantalizingly, mouth-wateringly delicious' as the last one ;) enjoy! And don't forget to leave me a review. I'm open to ideas on how it could be better.

Thanks,

Hawk Mistress

Chapter 1

Irys Jewelrose sat on a pillow on the floor across from Yelena Zaltana. The Master Magician's emerald eyes were dull and her thoughts were far away from the training session with her student. Only a few days had passed since her... 'encounter', with the First Magician, Roze Featherstone.

Ever since that night, Irys would wake in the middle of the night, sweaty and breathing heavily and so aroused that she had to touch herself just to get some relief. What woke her were dreams of Roze touching and kissing her, bringing pleasure that wasn't necessarily unwanted... The Fourth Magician couldn't help but wonder if Roze was behind the dreams or if it was just her own mind bringing it out. Irys started fidgeting as she felt heat rising between her legs. She was getting aroused at just the memory of Roze drowning her in pleasure with a single brush of skin.

Shouldn't you be focusing on your student, Master Jewelrose, Roze said mockingly in Irys's thoughts.

Irys's thoughts came back to the present and she blushed slightly, embarrassed that Roze had caught her thinking, or rather, fantasizing about the intimate time they had shared just a few days before.

Do you want more, Roze asked.

Just by the tone of the First Magician's voice, Irys could tell that she was smirking. Pleasure started building slowly and agonizingly. Irys quickly put up her mental defenses before she lost the ability to do so all together. She didn't want to turn into a moaning, panting wreck in front of Yelena. Her pride was already bruised from Roze making her beg to be fucked, Irys wouldn't let her dignity be damaged any further, at least not in front of Yelena.

"Irys," Yelena said quietly, jerking Irys from her thoughts.

"You haven't said anything since I walked in the door to start my lesson. I feel like I'm trying to teach myself here. Matter of fact, you haven't said much of anything for the past five days."

"I'm sorry, Yelena. I've just been distracted lately," Irys replied with a tired sigh, closing her eyes.

"Obviously," her student muttered.

After a few tense moments of awkward silence, Yelena spoke again.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"W-were you..."

Yelena paused, wringing her hands nervously and staring at the floor.

"Was I what, Yelena?"

"N-nothing. Never mind, it doesn't matter."

Irys frowned. She reached out to Yelena's mind, but her student was blocking her well.

"I think we should call it a day," Irys said, standing up, letting out another tired sigh.

Yelena left her mentor to her thoughts without another word. Irys went straight to her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. She stared at the wall for a few moments, then shed the tunic and pants that she had been wearing and climbed under the covers. Her breathing slowed and her eyes got heavier with every breath she took. Within seconds she fell into a fitful sleep.

Roze was sitting across her desk from Zitora, the Third Magician. They were in Roze's office located on the second floor of her tower. Zitora had come to discuss the rumors that had been flying around about the kidnapped and murdered girls. Some of the younger students, mostly the girls, were scared to death to walk alone to their classes. All the boys were bragging that they would catch the killer and then they would be picked by one of the Master Magicians to be trained.

"One of the rumors is that one of the Master Magicians is the killer," Zitora said with an annoyed tone.

Roze's disinterested mood instantly snapped to complete attention at this.

"What?! Who the hell started that rumor," Roze asked angrily.

"I haven't the slightest idea. My best guess would be a student that likes to start drama," the Third Magician replied, leaning back in her seat, "That or the killer themselves started it to throw things off."

"Well, that's a rumor that needs to be killed before it gets even more out of control. We need to find out it's origin and deal with it accordingly."

As the two magicians sat in silence, Roze expanded her mind to Irys. The First Magician wanted to know if Irys's thoughts were still on her. She found the Fourth Magician's mind all over the place, dream after dream playing in the flustered magician's head.

I'm going to have some fun with this, Roze thought to herself with a smirk.

"Zitora," Roze said aloud.

"Yes, Roze," the younger magician asked.

"Come here."

Zitora raised an eyebrow as she stood up and walked around the desk to stand next to Roze. The First Magician stood up and gently pushed Zitora against the wall, kissing and sucking at her neck.

"Wait! You want to do this right now," Zitora squeaked, startled at Roze's sudden, unexpected lust.

"Yes, it's been far too long. I want to feel your skin against mine again," Roze whispered seductively while undoing Zitora's dress.

Roze's relationship with Zitora was much different than what had gone on between she and Irys. The night she had spent with Irys had just been a game to gain control of the Fourth Magician so that when the time came to get rid of Yelena, there would be no one there to stop Roze from killing her. Although, it wasn't just so that she could have control of her, it was so that she could diminish Irys's pride and remind her who the stronger magician was.

The Third Magician wrapped her arms around Roze's neck and kissed her passionately, her tongue tasting every inch of the First Magician's delicious mouth. Zitora moaned loudly into Roze's mouth as pleasure shot through to her core from Roze sliding her hand between Zitora's legs and fingering her clit.

The First Magician pushed her down onto the floor, shedding her own dress as she went. Zitora stared hungrily at Roze's beautiful body, wanting to kiss, touch and suck every inch of it.

Irys shot awake, sitting up with a gasp. She was panting and her green eyes were wide. Her sheets were wet, from sweat and from the fluid running from between her legs. Roze had been pushing pleasure into her as she slept and projecting a mental image that only made the arousal stronger. Irys frowned as she remembered how gentle Roze was being with Zitora. There was no begging or punishment. Only genuine, passionate love making.

A wave of pleasure shot through Irys, forcing a moan from her soft lips and causing her to clamp her legs tight together.

Enjoy the show, Irys. When you're with me it's never going to be like this. You're going to have to beg for every touch, Roze said in her mind.

Get out of my head!

Irys clenched her eyes shut and gripped at her skull, fighting to put up her mental defense, but it seemed that once the pleasure started flowing through her body there was no way to stop it.

In a moment of insanity, Irys found a knife that she kept hidden under her mattress, and without any hesitation at all she stabbed herself in the forearm. A scream left her lips as blood began flowing from around the blade. She fought hard for a few seconds trying to put up her mental wall. The effort had taken so much out of her that she fell off the bed onto the floor, landing hard on her side.

Her plan had worked. The connection had been broken with Roze, but for how long, Irys didn't know...

"Irys?!"

The Fourth Magician lifted her head, with exhausting effort, to see Yelena standing in the doorway. Yelena saw the blood spreading across the floor from her mentor's arm and she instantly ran forward to help her. Ignoring the fact that Irys was naked, Yelena sat her up against the bed and pulled the knife free from the Master Magician's arm. Using the technique that the healer had taught her, she was able to heal her mentor's injury.

"What the hell happened," Yelena asked, after helping Irys into her bed and wrapping the wound.

"Nothing," Irys said staring down at her lap.

"It didn't sound like nothing with the way you screamed."

Irys looked at her student with a startled gaze.

"I was on my way up here to make sure you were okay. I could feel anxiety pulsing from your mind and I got nervous. When I got about halfway up the tower you screamed like someone was killing you," Yelena said quietly.

"Thank you for your concern, Yelena, but it was really nothing. Just go back to your dorms," Irys said laying back down and rolling over so that her back was facing her student.

Yelena considered pressing her mentor for the truth but she could tell that Irys just wanted to be left alone.

Roze immediately tensed up when she felt Irys's pain and the scream flooded her mind. Then she felt the connection break. This angered her, but not as much as it would have had she not been with Zitora.

"What's wrong," the Third Magician asked, annoyed.

"Keep going! I'm almost there," Zitora whined and bucked her hips, when Roze didn't answer her.

Roze pumped her fingers in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder until she had Zitora screaming her name as she reached her climax.

Next time I'll have Irys screaming my name, Rose thought with a smirk.

The next morning, Irys sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She rested her head in the palm of her hands. The night before she hadn't exactly thought of how angry Roze was going to be after she had severed their connection. The only thing that she had been thinking about before was getting the vile woman out of her head. It had worked but it was going to come at a price, that much was obvious.

Irys pulled on some clothes then left her tower after tying her hair back with a ribbon. She was distracted, her thoughts on other things, as she walked to the dining hall to get her breakfast. The Fourth Magician was so distracted that she didn't see Bain Bloodgood until she walked right into him.

"I'm sorry, Bain. I didn't see you," Irys muttered, not looking him in the face as she tried to go around him.

"Is something wrong, Irys? You haven't seemed like yourself lately," Bain said, with a concerned tone and gentle touch as he grabbed her arm, not allowing her to move past him.

"I'm fine. I just haven't been feeling well."

"Alright. Oh, Yelena wanted me to let you know that she is with Zitora if you're looking for her."

Bain walked away before Irys could question him. She watched him confusedly as he walked away.

Why is Yelena with Zitora, Irys thought to herself.

She immediately curtailed her destination of the dining hall and headed straight for Zitora's Keep. But a hand around her forearm kept her from going very much farther.

Yelena sat across from the Third Magician, going through clothes. She knew that this was the only excuse she had to sit and talk to Zitora. So this was her only chance to bring up her mentor's strange behavior. There was no possible way that Yelena would ask Roze, she had considered asking Bain Bloodgood but she knew that the subject she was going to bring up would be embarrassing for him to talk about with her.

"I think you'd look great in this," Zitora said with a huge smile that reminded Yelena of a kid in a candy store.

"I agree," Yelena muttered.

"Yelena, you didn't come here to talk to me about clothes. So what's bothering you?"

Yelena was startled at first, but not surprised.

"Well, Irys has been acting weird lately and she won't tell me what's going on."

"I have noticed that she's been a little off the past few days," Zitora said thoughtfully.

"And... the other night I woke up in the middle of the night to her thoughts running through my head. I-It bothered me a little."

"It bothered you that your mentor's thoughts were in your head," the Third Magician asked skeptically.

"They were intimate thoughts."

Zitora only raised an eyebrow, as if asking for clarification.

Yelena sighed in defeat.

"She was right in the middle of having sex with someone. I felt her have an orgasm," Yelena said, blushing and wringing her hands.

Zitora fought back a smile and a laugh.

"You mean to tell me that the cold, stone faced Fourth Magician was having a little fun with someone? Well, that's interesting."

"Why is that interesting?"

"I never thought she would randomly sleep with someone. Irys is very strict when it comes to traditions and it's tradition in the Jewelrose Clan to wait until you're married to someone to share such an intimate moment."

Yelena just stared at Zitora, her brow furrowed in thought.

"If it bothers you that much, Yelena, just ask Irys. I'm sure she'll tell you. As far as I can tell she trusts you more than anyone else in this Keep."

Author's note: well that's chapter 1 :) I'm sorry it's so short but I was anxious to get it up! ;) I hope you all enjoyed and let me know what you think of it so far. Chapter 2 should be up soon.

Thanks,

HM