Author's note: I'm very sorry for the wait :( I've been so busy the past couple of weeks that I haven't had any time to sit and work this until now so I hope that this chapter is to everyone's liking :)

Love,

Hawk Mistress

Chapter 9

Irys stood on the front steps of the Keep, next to Yelena, in her hawk outfit. Behind her mask she was frowning, lost deep in thought, remembering Nola's chilling words after her sister had grabbed her in a dark hallway on her way back from Roze's tower.

"She's under your skin isn't she," Nola hissed.

"What the hell are you talking about," Irys snapped, tearing her arm free of her sister's grasp.

"Roze has you in her choke hold; she's got you distracted and given time, when your back is turned and you're blind, she'll drown you in a pool of your own blood."

The Fourth Magician felt someone's eyes on her. When she glanced to her right, she noticed Yelena watching her out of the corner of her eyes. But Irys could feel hostility coming off someone and when she glanced to her left, she could tell that Zitora was watching her from behind her own mask.

All of the Master Magicians were wearing formal clothing that matched their spirit guides.

The Fourth Magician's gaze flicked to what was in front of her. The Ixian delegation was just arriving. Irys searched for who she knew her student would be searching for as well. Valek... The assassin was no where to be seen, but Irys wouldn't put it past him to be in disguise. She doubted that he would miss this opportunity to see Yelena.

As soon as she greeted the Ixian ambassador, Irys fled to the baths. She did not want to stand around, waiting to discuss politics. It had been about a week since she had crawled back to Roze, and the First Magician was avoiding her again.

The Fourth Magician picked the perfect time to take a bath. Everyone else was out talking and investigating the Ixian delegation, so Irys was the only one in the baths. She left her dress and mask in a pile against the wall, well away from the water so that they wouldn't get wet. Irys slowly sank down into the water, letting the scalding water soothe her aching muscles.

Her eyes slid shut and her breathing slowed. At first she didn't really notice the hand resting gently on her shoulder; at least not until she felt nails dig in, drawing blood. Her eyes opened and she felt a hand on her chin. The soft fingers leaned her head back, and her emerald eyes met Roze Featherstone's blazing amber eyes.

The First Magician was on her knees at the edge of the bath, her dress and mask next to Irys's against the wall. Irys reached up and, with her hand on the back of Roze's head, she pulled the First Magician down so that their lips met in a rough, deep kiss. The Fourth Magician's eyes rolled back as Roze's tongue practically went down her throat. Irys let out a moan into Roze's mouth as the hand on her shoulder slid down slowly and agonizingly to one of her breasts, the soft fingers playing with the hard, sensitive nipple.

Roze broke the kiss and the hand that she had on the Fourth Magician's chin, slid down beneath the surface of the water. Irys's head went down and to the side while the First Magician's lips bit and sucked at her neck. Irys let out a whimper as Roze's index finger stroked and circled her clit. Roze was moving so slow it was painful.

"Do you want me, Irys," Roze hissed in the Fourth Magician's ear.

"Yes," Irys said in a loud, lustful moan.

Yelena had found Valek, or rather he had found her. They had gone into a room that was unoccupied and kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity in the calming darkness.

"God, I missed you so much, Valek," Yelena whispered to him as he kissed her neck.

"And I, you love,"he replied.

Yelena.

Yelena let out a frustrated sigh.

"What is it love," Valek asked.

"Nothing. It's just been too long since you held me in your arms."

Ye-

What do you want, Zitora?

Irys is looking for you.

What for? Can't it wait? I'm busy.

She seems frantic. I don't think it can wait.

Alright, FINE. Where is she?

The baths I think. That was the last place she went to look for you, so I would check there.

"Valek, I'm sorry I have to go," she said regretfully.

"Weren't you just saying that it's been too long since I've held you?"

"Yes, but... Irys is looking for me and apparently it's urgent."

Valek smiled understandingly.

"It's fine, love. I still need to do some reconnaissance on the Keep anyways."

With one last, long, drawn out kiss, Yelena headed for the baths while Valek vanished into the shadows.

Irys tried to catch her breath as Roze stood up; but the Fourth Magician's breathing hitched again as Roze climbed into the water and straddled her. They kissed long and deep; tongues tanlging and probing. The Fourth Magician rested her head back and let out a loud moan as Roze fingered her clit again. Keeping her thumb stroking Irys's clit, she slowly pushed two fingers inside of the Fourth Magician's folds.

Irys spread her legs even farther apart allowing, no... begging, Roze to go deeper. The Fourth Magician wrapped her arms around the First Magician, her hands resting on Roze's lower back. Roze pulled her fingers back so that they were just barely inside and she added another finger, pushing them in once, hard and fast, her thumb still working Irys's clit.

Irys's nails were digging into Roze's back, drawing blood, as the First's fingers slowly probed inside of her. Then without warning, Roze abruptly stopped any movement and when Irys opened her eyes and looked up at the First Magician she saw that she wore a smirk.

"What do you want me to do to you, Irys," Roze asked in a seductive yet dominant voice.

"Make me come! Please!"

"Make you what," Roze asked mockingly, leaning forward as if she hadn't heard her.

"Make me come!"

Roze smiled evilly and began working her fingers, pushing them as deep as she could inside the Fourth Magician. She struck Irys's G-spot hard and the Fourth tensed up and she tightened around Roze's fingers.

"Agh! ROZE!" Irys screamed out as she climaxed.

Roze smirked triumphantly.

I finally got her screaming my name, she thought to herself. And what's even better... we had an audience.

Roze's amber eyes glanced over to the doorway.

"Irys?!"

Yelena reached the baths and she froze when she heard moaning coming from inside. At first she thought it could be Zitora and Roze having a moment again, but then she remembered that Zitora had been the one to tell her that Irys was looking for her. Curious as to who it could be, Yelena ventured into the doorway of the baths. Her blood turned to ice and her eyes widened at what she saw. Irys Jewelrose was in the bath with her head back, her eyes shut, her mouth open, moans escaping her and Roze Featherstone straddling her.

"What do you want me to do to you, Irys," Roze asked.

"Make me come! Please!"

"Make you what."

"Make me come!"

Irys's moaning got louder and more lust filled as the seconds passed. As Irys's orgasm built, Yelena felt arousal building inside herself along with disgust and a sense of betrayal.

"Agh! ROZE!" Irys screamed out as she climaxed.

Yelena could only watch as her mentor came down off her high. Then anger built up and before she even thought about it she yelled her mentor's name, ready to confront her.

Author's note: Sorry I know it's short, but I just felt like that was a good place to stop ;) leave me a review and I hope you all enjoyed Chapter 9 :)

With love,

Hawk Mistress