Author's note: sorry this one took longer than usual :( I've been piled with homework and other priorities that have to come first :,( I hope you all enjoy Chapter 8 though :)
With love,
HM
Chapter 8
From the front steps of the Keep, Irys watched Councilman Rodor's approach with a frown and her arms folded. Behind Rodor, Irys could see two horses pulling a wagon and tied up in the wagon was her father. Tailing the wagon was Irys's mother Willow and her sister Nola. The Fourth Magician could feel Roze watching her from behind, the amber eyes boring into her back.
The other three Master Magicians stood behind her towards the top of the steps; Bain was on the very top step and Roze and Zitora stood beside each other a few steps in front of him.
Roze had been unusually quiet towards Irys the past couple days and that was throwing the Fourth Magician off a little. The First Magician had spent days pestering her and now silence. Irys could tell that Roze was waiting for her to come crawling back, but it wasn't going to happen... Although some things are easier said than done.
The Fourth Magician had been struggling with her growing desires the past three days and even though her attitude had returned to normal, her dreams hadn't. Yelena had stopped questioning her, for now. But what would happen if even the dreams became to much to handle? Irys shook her head frustratedly, if she thought about it then it would happen.
Rodor reached the Keep's front steps and bowed in respect to the Master Magicians as did Willow and Nola, though Nola's bow was only directed at Roze. She could care less about the other three Master Magicians, especially Irys. Ironus was dragged to the Keep's dungeon by two guards and before her mother could mount the steps to hug her, Irys went inside and straight towards her tower.
What's this? Is the Fourth Magician running away?
Get out of my head, Roze.
You are running away! What's the matter, Irys, have a bad family history? Roze mocked.
It's none of your business so get your nose out of it, Irys thought with clenched fists.
Everything in Sitia is my business, Irys, remember that.
Roze's thoughts were no longer in her head and, to her dismay, Irys felt empty without the First Magician there. She quickly changed out of the dress she was wearing and into a pair of pants, a tunic and riding boots. She put her cloak on and pulled the hood up, then snuck out of the Keep. By the time she was done saddling her horse, it was nearly dark.
Irys rode out of the Citadel and out into the plains. Riding out in the cool night air helped her to clear her thoughts and focus better. Without meaning to, her thoughts wandered to her first night with Roze. Just the mere memory of being chained to the wall, completely at Roze's mercy, turned Irys on. The rocking motion in the saddle wasn't making it any better... The Fourth Magician's imagination started getting the better of her and fantasies started playing out in her head.
One scenario was of Roze chaining Irys to the bed, playing with her and teasing her in anyway she pleased. Then a thought came to mind, what would Roze have done if Irys had reacted to that kiss in the woods? Would the First Magician have shed her clothing right then and there and taken that opportunity to get Irys wet, moaning, sweaty and begging for more?
The Fourth Magician had stopped paying attention to her surroundings and something spooked her horse. The mighty animal reared, catching its rider off guard and throwing her from the saddle. Irys landed heavily on her back with a thud. She was dazed, the breath knocked from her lungs. Irys sat up slowly, looking around for her horse. She found it standing several feet away.
As Irys remounted, she felt Roze push into her mind.
Where are you, Irys? Your father's trial has started.
I needed to clear my head.
After what seemed like an eternity long pause, Roze replied.
It's time to come back, Master Jewelrose.
Roze was right... It was time to go back.
Roze walked back to her tower, an annoyed light in her eyes. Irys still hadn't shown up so she had told the Council to adjourn until tomorrow morning. The First Magician was frustrated. Ironus was being charged with treason against the Fourth Magician, and Irys wasn't even there for it. A few minutes later Roze was lying down on her bed, trying to locate the Fourth Magician.
There was a knock at her door that startled her. She had been so focused on finding Irys that she didn't sense the person climbing the stairs. Roze let out an annoyed grunt as she stood to open the bedroom door. The second the door opened the person pushed it open the rest of the way. Eager, greedy lips met hers in a frantic kiss. Roze shoved the person away and her eyes widened slightly in surprise when she looked into the burning emerald eyes of Irys Jewelrose. The surprise quickly faded, and her lips formed a triumphant smirk.
"So you finally came back," Roze said possessively.
As a response, Irys shoved her onto the bed and straddled her, kissing her frantically and longingly again. Their tongues tangled as their hands roamed. Irys stood up and tore off her own tunic as she kicked off her riding boots and pulled off her pants. The Fourth Magician pulled the First Magician to her feet and pressed her lips to her neck, sucking tenderly at the sensitive skin. As her lips worked Roze's neck, her fingers worked to get the First Magician's dress undone.
Once the dress was pooled around her feet, Roze took control. She turned and pushed Irys onto the bed, kissing her deeply, with one hand on the Fourth Magician's waist and the other playing with one of her breasts. Roze felt Irys moan into her mouth as her hand slipped between her legs.
Irys pulled out of the kiss, wrapped her arms around the First Magician's shoulders, keeping her close, and pressed her lips to her neck again. Roze's amber gaze slid to the knife sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. Roze contemplated slashing the blade across Irys's neck and harnessing her magic. The power she could obtain from a Master Magician that had come to her willingly was so tempting.
But, that thought disappeared from Roze's mind all together when Irys rolled her over onto her back and moved her lips from her neck to one of the First Magician's hard nipples. Irys's hand worked one breast while her mouth worked the other. A ragged sigh left the First Magician's mouth as the Fourth's lips moved down her stomach and she shivered in anticipation of what she knew was coming...
Irys placed her hands on Roze's knees and spread the First Magician's legs apart. Her lips went to the bundle of nerves between Roze's thighs. After a few moments of Irys doing this, Roze moaned loud and lustfully as she climaxed.
Without hesitation she rolled Irys onto her back and grabbed her by the wrists, pinning her arms above her head. Their lips met in another deep kiss and without thinking about it, Roze pushed pleasure into Irys's body. The direct contact between their bodies amplified the effect and Irys reached her orgasm within just a couple minutes.
The Fourth Magician screamed out in pleasure, her head thrown back, her back arched and her emerald eyes clamped shut. Roze quieted her with a kiss, her tongue roaming Irys's mouth.
Zitora climbed the stairs to Roze's bedroom. She needed her lover... Who cared if Yelena knew, no one would believe her if she said anything. The Third Magician was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the quiet moaning coming from the bedroom. When she reached the top of the stairs she found the door cracked. Zitora pushed it open slightly and she froze at what she saw.
Roze was straddling Irys Jewelrose, pinning her arms above her head and kissing her passionately. Before the Third Magician could turn away, Irys broke the kiss and threw head back, crying out as she came.
Zitora felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces. She whirled around and ran down the stairs, tears flowing down her cheeks. The youngest Master Magician choked back her sobs as she tried to make sense of what she saw.
Her brain scrambled for an explanation, but could find no reasonable one. The only conclusion that she reached was that Roze had lied to her.
As she ran she didn't watch where she was going and she rammed right into Bain Bloodgood. She landed flat on her butt and she was so startled that all she could do was blink in surprise. The Second Magician helped her off the ground and instantly became concerned when he saw the expression on her young face.
"What's the matter, Zitora," he asked, in the caring, loving tone of a father.
"N-Nothing. I-I-I just saw a ghost was all," the Third Magician stumbled over her words.
"Are you sure that's all?"
"Y-Yes. I just need some sleep."
"Have you seen Master Featherstone recently?"
"W-What?!" Zitora stuttered, caught off guard.
"Roze. Do you know where she is?"
"N-No."
"An Ixian messenger just showed up. He had a letter requesting permission for an Ixian delegation to come to the Citadel."
It wasn't until right then that the Third Magician noticed the scroll in Bain's hand.
"I haven't seen her since the trial earlier."
He let her go hesitantly.
When Zitora reached her own bedroom she flung herself onto the bed and sobbed.
Irys lied on her back, staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily. Roze lied next to her but the First Magician didn't hold Irys the way she held Zitora. As she drifted into sleep, Roze sensed someone enter her tower. The First Magician expanded her awareness and saw Bain climbing the stairs. She quickly got dressed and met him as he reached her bedroom door.
"What is it, Bain," she asked, shutting the door behind her.
"We just received this from an Ixian messenger," the Second Magician said, handing her the scroll.
She read through it once and then had to read it again out of surprise.
"An Ixian delegation?"
"Yes."
"The Council will have to discuss it tomorrow," Roze said, staring at the scroll with suspicion in her amber gaze.
"I ran into Master Cowan on my way here and informed her of what the scroll said. I'll take it to Master Jewelrose so she's not caught off guard with this tomorrow," Bain said.
"It's fine Bain, I'll take it to her, just go back to your tower and get some sleep."
Roze shut the door in his face before he had the chance to say anymore. When she looked up from the scroll she found Irys sitting up in the bed on one arm, watching her closely.
"What's in the scroll," the Fourth Magician asked.
"Commander Ambrose is requesting permission to send an Ixian delegation here," Roze said, the distaste apparent in her voice.
Irys was silent at this news. And after sitting in the heavy silence Roze undressed and lied back down, with her back facing Irys.
"Go back to your own tower, Master Jewelrose," Roze said coldly.
Irys felt a stab of hurt go through her heart. But she hadn't expected any less. Roze had flat out told her that what they had would never be the same as what Roze had with Zitora.
Irys got dressed and headed back to her tower. Right as she reached the base of the stairs to her bedroom, someone grabbed her arm.
Author's note: And cut! I love to torture people this way ;D Well Irys gave in and went back to Roze and Zitora caught them... How will this affect everything? Well you'll just have to wait and see! ;) keep watch for Chapter 9!
Love,
HM