Author's note: Alright, I'm going to point something out that was brought up in a review: "Her [Irys] second arrest seems contradictory to pretty much all else we know about Sitia, and the people's overall respect for the Master Magicians." I would like to start out saying that I really do appreciate the constructive criticism. But Irys wasn't 'arrested' the second time, her father just dragged her to the prison because it's really the only place he could take her without the risk of her getting away. He had his twisted reasons for it, we just haven't found them out yet and it is clear that this man doesn't really hold respect for the Master Magicians, hence the way he spoke to Roze. You can't tell me that EVERYONE in Sitia respects the Masters. There isn't a single country in existence where everyone agrees with or respects their leaders. I'm not trying to be rude I'm just defending my point. I will work harder to make Irys more like herself and less of a 'damsel in distress' ;) I hope this chapter meets approval. Thank you Whisked for the suggestion of using a brothel ;D
Enjoy,
HM
Chapter 7
The three Master Magicians and Yelena returned to the Keep at sunset; the eyes of curious bystanders followed them as they rode past. Councilman Rodor, Willow, and Nola would arrive in a few days, with Ironus in custody, as soon as the Councilman was done choosing a new Clan elder to take Ironus's place. Roze rode out in front of the other three holding her head high, as she usually did. The woman was the strongest magician in Sitia and, unfortunate for some, she knew it and wasn't at all hesitant to show it.
Irys rode with her head down, deep in thought; Zitora rode in front of her, just a few feet behind Roze. All three were as silent as corpses, which slightly unnerved Yelena, who rode beside the Fourth Magician. The Third Magician was normally talkative, so her silence was what bothered Yelena the most.
The Fourth Magician had spent the whole trip collecting her thoughts. Nico was gone and there was nothing she could do about it; that Irys had come to accept. What she refused to accept was Roze's confidence that she would come crawling back to her. Irys lifted her head to glare at the First Magician's back and her grip on the reins tightened.
I'll burn in hell before I go crawling back to her, Irys thought with her teeth gritted.
They all left their horses with the stable hands and went to the Keep. Bain Bloodgood was on them the second they entered the doorway.
"Thank fate, you've all returned. The Council was about to have a stroke," the Second Magician said with a tired, yet relieved, voice.
Roze raised an eyebrow in a gesture that asked for an explanation.
"When the two of you left without saying why, the Council got uneasy, and then when Councilman Jewelrose left without much explanation either, it seemed as if all hell broke loose! They demanded answers I didn't have."
"Well they can calm themselves. We're all back and Councilman Jewelrose should be here in three or four days. He had some business to attend to and when he returns we will be holding a trial," Roze said, beginning to walk towards her tower.
"A trial? What for," Bain asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
Roze stopped and glanced over her shoulder.
"A man committed treasonous acts against Master Jewelrose."
Irys shivered a little with the way her name rolled off the First Magician's tongue. It seemed as if their was a deeper meaning in the way she said her name, but only when she said it in reference to her; it hadn't sounded that way when she was talking about Rodor. Without another word Master Featherstone went to her tower. Yelena watched Zitora closely, waiting to see if the Third Magician would follow her lover. Zitora noticed her looking and flinched then slunk off to her own tower while Irys headed towards her own tower as well.
Bain stopped the Fourth Magician with a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"What happened, child," he asked softly.
"I was locked in a prison for trespassing on my own Clan's lands," Irys muttered.
Bain didn't push for anymore information and let go of Irys and watched her as she walked away. Yelena shook her head, wondering what was bothering her mentor so much. The young Zaltana trekked off to her dorms.
Irys sat on the edge of her bed and yanked off her leather boots then stood and peeled off her sweaty clothes. She got under the blankets and just stared at the ceiling, trying for a long time to fall asleep, but not prevailing. She felt Yelena's awareness pushing against her mind. Closing her eyes, Irys opened her mind to her student.
Yes, Yelena, she thought.
I need to ask you something.
Are you actually going to ask right away this time or are you going to put it off again?
What do you know about Roze's personal life?
Irys's eyesopened for a moment as Yelena's question sank in.
Not much, why do you ask?
Nothing. Just curious.
Yelena, I know you too well. You're not the kind of person to ask a question like that without a valid reason.
Honest, I really was just curious.
Yelena-
Before Irys could even finish the stern thought, Yelena pulled away. The Fourth Magician thought about Yelena's question. What did she know about the First Magician's personal life? Nothing... Besides the fact that she had a fetish with causing people to orgasm with magic and hanging them from manacles in her bedroom. Well that and that the First Magician had a thing for Zitora and the Third Magician completely reciprocated the feelings.
With a sigh Irys rolled over onto her side, and after several minutes more of tossing and turning, she finally fell asleep.
Two nights later, Roze crept out of her tower, moving like a shadow down into the Citadel on horseback. She was usually able to move through the city unnoticed but she didn't want to run the risk of being recognized so she wore a cloak with the hood pulled up. The full moon was shining, causing the hood to cast a shadow that covered the majority of her face.
The First Magician reached her destination and she slid from her horse's back. There were a few rooms in the three story building that still had candles burning in them. The building was off in a more abandoned part of the Citadel; the only people that inhabited it were bums that couldn't afford to live in the bigger houses and just moved from one broken down house to the next as the nights passed.
Keeping her hood up, Roze entered the three story building, pulling out a pouch with Sitian coins as she entered. The woman sitting at the desk directly to the right of the door jerked her head up. Roze pulled her hood back and stared the woman down with her blazing amber eyes.
"Master Featherstone," the woman said respectfully, jumping to her feet and bowing deeply in greeting.
Roze threw the pouch onto the desk as the woman sat back down.
"There's enough there for a full night," the First Magician said.
"A full night for play?" the woman asked, longing burning in her eyes.
"No, I'll save that for another time," Roze whispered, placing her hands on the desk and leaning in close to the woman, their lips only a couple inches apart. The woman's face went bright red and her brown eyes widened at her master's proximity.
Roze chuckled and smirked at the reaction and straightened up.
"I trust that you have the type I need?"
"Yes, Master Featherstone. I'll have one of the girls sent up to your room."
Roze went up to the third floor and walked into the only room on that floor. She looked around with a sense of longing and excitement building. It had been a long six months since she had been in this room. The First Magician shut the door with her foot while taking her cloak off. She draped it over the back of the cushioned chair in the corner and sat down.
A few moments later the woman from the front desk walked in followed by girl even younger than her twenty five years. Roze eyed the younger girl with hunger in her amber eyes. Then she looked at the front desk woman with a raised eyebrow.
She's younger than what I'm used to.
She volunteered, Master Featherstone.
Interest piqued, her gaze flew back to the girl.
"Leave us," Roze said, leaning back in her chair.
The door shut noiselessly and they were left in silence and dim flickering light; Roze had lit a few candles when she came in. The First Magician motioned for the girl to come closer. Her amber eyes ran over every inch of the girl, but she surprisingly didn't fidget at all like the others had.
"What clan are you from," Roze asked.
"The Cowan Clan, Master Featherstone," the girl replied evenly.
Roze's eyes widened slightly, as an image of Zitora naked, sweaty and moaning beneath her, jumped to her mind.
"How old are you?"
"17."
Hm, even younger than I thought.
Roze stood and before the girl even knew what was happening, the First Magician had her flat against her body, her arms around her waist holding her there. The girl's breath caught and Roze brushed her lips softly against her neck.
"What's your name," she asked softly.
"Leela," the girl replied shakily.
"Tell me, Leela, why did you volunteer to do this?"
"Because some of the women have come back telling stories about how amazing you were... A-And I wanted to know what they described felt like..."
"Well, I'll try not to disappoint, but this is more about you impressing me," Roze said, turning the girl so that her back was against her chest.
One of the First Magician's hands slid up the front of Leela's shirt, playing with her breasts, while her lips worked on the tender flesh of the neck. Roze's free hand slid down into Leela's pants, fingering her slowly.
The young girl leaned back into Roze with a soft moan. Roze felt the girl get wet and she moved her lips up to Leela's ear.
"Are you going to do whatever I tell you to do, exactly the way I want it, when I want it," the First Magician whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.
"Yes! I'll do whatever you want, Master Featherstone!" Leela exclaimed, going limp against the Master Magician.
"Good," she said with a triumphant smirk.
That was all she needed... Complete and total submission was key to the Kirakawa she had developed. Roze turned her around and captured Leela's lips with her own. The girl's clothes were off within a few seconds, along with Roze's. Leela had no mental defense whatsoever so accessing her mind took no effort at all. The First Magician projected impulses into the young girl's mind. Roze pushed her down onto the bed and straddled her, kissing her deeply, her tongue practically down Leela's throat.
Roze let out a loud, lusty, yet surprised moan into Leela's mouth, as she felt the girl's fingers working between her legs. Then pleasure flooded her along with excitement. The girl was into it, Roze didn't need to waste her time pushing her actions with her mind, Leela wanted to bring her pleasure.
Roze collapsed against Leela moments later, feeling satisfied. Both of them were breathing heavily, but they didn't move, just lying with their sweaty bodies pressed together. Leela's eyes began to slide shut. Roze lifted her hand and pulled a thread of power. A second later the knife sitting across the room flew to her open palm.
Roze sat up and covered Leela's mouth with her free hand and then placed the knife to her neck. Leela's blue eyes shot open and widened in fear. Without a word, or any emotion, Roze ripped the knife across her throat, tearing open the tender flesh. Blood gushed and stained the sheets red within a few seconds. Roze bent over and pressed her lips to where the blood was flowing the fastest. She drank only two mouthfuls and then took a huge thread of power, using it to collect the last few pints of blood and all of the girls magic into a small ball of blood that floated just above Leela's now lifeless eyes. The First Magician cut her own arm and let a glob begin to form and run down her arm. She used magic to collect the blood and mix into Leela's.
Roze closed her eyes and drew a deep breath as she climbed out of the bed to stand, with one foot up on the edge of the bed. Agonizing pain coursed through the area around her right knee. But this pain was her pleasure... When she opened her eyes she glanced down at her knee, satisfied to see a knew blood tattoo added to her collection. The First Magician's back, shoulders, chest, stomach and thighs were covered in the blood magic tattoos.
Roze Featherstone pulled her close back on and headed down the stairs with her cloak draped over her arm. The woman at the front desk stood and bowed again.
"You paid for a whole night, Master Featherstone. Would you like to go to another room," the woman asked, a begging desire in her eyes.
Roze knew what the woman wanted but she didn't have the time nor the energy for it.
"No, I need to return to the Keep before anyone notices I'm gone. Keep the rest of the coins as payment for bringing me such a willing girl. Her magic was potent, especially since she was that willing even before I got her aroused," Roze said with a satisfied smile as she pulled her cloak back on.
"There will be time for you and I the next time I come," the First Magician added.
The woman smiled and brightened up when she realized she was getting a tip and a promise of pleasure the next time Roze saw her.
"Thank you, Master Featherstone."
"Get another girl as willing as her. I'm be bringing a friend with me in the next couple of nights."
Roze pulled her hood up and left. On her way back to the Keep, her mind wandered to Zitora. Then she thought back to a question that the front desk woman had asked her a long time ago.
"How do you hide your blood tattoos from the women you sleep with," the woman asked with her brown eyes alight with curiosity.
Roze watched thoughtfully as the woman's brothers cleaned up the mess that the First Magician had left.
"I use a spell that covers them. It makes my skin appear normal, but it doesn't normally have to be very strong since they're usually distracted anyway."
Roze snapped back to reality and she chuckled. Irys and Zitora knew nothing about blood magic so it wouldn't be a huge threat if they ever saw the tattoos. The only person she should be worried about seeing the tattoos was Bain and it wasn't as if she was going to go around fucking the old fool anyways.
Where's the fun in someone that won't beg, Roze thought with an evil smile as she glanced up at Irys's tower.
Author's note: I apologize for it taking me a couple days to get this up :/ I've been really busy lately and haven't had the chance to even glance at this. I hope you all enjoyed Chapter 7 and keep watch for more. Hm... I wonder who Roze's 'friend' will be? ;)
Thanks for reading and reviewing,
HM