The Sorcerer's Apprentice

The weather only got colder as Briar Rose trudged up the mountainside into the endless storm of Winterhold. Her fur coat and a wool blanket were wrapped around her like a straightjacket as Shadowmere effortlessly walked through the snow. The daedric horse never got cold or hot; she just stayed at a constant temperature, regardless of the weather or amount of exercise she was getting that day. Rose, although the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, was not a fan of the title or work. She had let Nazir and Babette take charge of the operation, plenty of talented new recruits now handling the operations for them. Snow would hear the Night Mother's voice, and write to Nazir of the job that needed to be handled. But if there was one thing Rose was grateful for, it was the mare that now carried her into the coldest reaches of Tamriel.

But soon, her target was in eyeshot, the tall, ancient towers that had been there for millennia upon millennia. The College of Winterhold, or Refuge of the Mages. Rose realized that she hadn't been to the school for weeks to carry out any sort of duty she had as the Arch-Mage. Ever since the incident with Saarthal and the Eye of Magnus, everyone had been afraid to go anywhere near the steps. That was just fine with Rose, it meant she could continue to travel and carry out duties elsewhere. But she figured it was about time to check in. Tolfdir and the other teachers had taken charge of the new apprentices and had written her occasionally just to update her on where they stood and what was happening at the college, Rose was never out of the loop that way.

But Shadowmere was soon trotting up the slanted ramps that led to the college, her warm hooves melting the ice beneath her. The gates to the school began to glow blue and they opened for her. A young apprentice who had been on the watch called out that the Arch-Mage had arrived, and a stablehand dashed out to take Shadowmere into the College stables. Rose handed him a few coins and walked into the Hall of the Elements, where Tolfdir was giving a lecture to seven new apprentices. By his side was a very handsome Nord who had Rose's attentions from the moment they met two years ago. Onmund.

He was a skilled Destruction magic expert, now promoted from an apprentice to a Master of Destruction, with now spiky dark brown hair and sapphire blue eyes. The most handsome mage she had ever encountered. Rose had promoted him before she had left for her travels, but not before making love to the burly, blue eyed wizard.

Removing her blanket, but keeping her cloak and hood up, she walked into the Hall, standing by the door while Tolfdir concluded the lecture on summoning familiars. When his bright, wrinkly blue eyes glanced up to her, she smiled under the shadows of her cloak. The entire class' attentions turned to her, even Onmund's.

"How rude! We are in the middle of a very important lecture, and you are distracting my students!" Tolfdir scolded, unaware of the beauty that lied beneath the cloak. Smirking, Rose tossed the cloak behind her shoulders, revealing her shoulder cut, cleavage bearing pale blue dress. All of the males, excluding Tolfdir, went red in the cheeks. The females went green with envy.

"Is that how you address the Arch-Mage, Tolfdir?" asked the demigoddess, pulling down her hood and freeing her waterfall of shiny golden locks. Her rosy lips were turned in a smirk and her purple eyes were glowing with hunger. Ulfric's lovemaking had been drained with the journey up the mountain, and Briar Rose just realized how hungry she actually was. But let Onmund come to her. Let his uncontrollable desire lead him to do things he wouldn't normally do.

"Arch-Mage Rose! I am so sorry! By all means, would you mind coming to show the class the proper way to summon a familiar? I just can't seem to get the right shape of the animal…" stuttered Tolfdir, embarrassed that he had addressed the leader of the college in such a way in front of the entire class.

"With pleasure. Onmund?" asked the blonde sweetly, walking up to the stand to stand beside the very aroused and flustered young wizard. "Will you have a fire spell ready to banish the wolf when I summon it?"

Still red and flustered, the young man nodded and stanced himself, reluctantly, a few feet away from the woman. Drawing a Familiar spell, she waited for Onmund's sign for being ready, and when he nodded, she summoned the spectral wolf, huge and vicious. The students backed away in fright, but were soon applauding as their superior blasted it to Oblivion with a fire blast. Onmund dusted off his hands in triumph and turned to his gorgeous superior, who smirked and winked at him, which made him blush.

The class was soon dismissed, and the apprentices went about their studies, as did Tolfdir and the remainder of the instructors. Rose had slipped away from Onmund without his noticing and made her way to the Arcanum, the library of the college. After greeting the grumpy, overprotective Orc librarian, Rose was glancing through some of the older, more ancient spellbooks, wanting to see if there were any new spells that would come in handy later. While immersing herself in the ancient texts, she soon felt a pair of thick, clothed arms wrap around her stomach, pulling her back against a hard, strong chest, and a hard erection.

"It's not very polite to leave a man so hot and bothered, Arch Mage…" crooned a very sexy Nordic whisper. Cradling the book she was holding to her chest, Rose leaned back against Onmund's chest. "You know I couldn't help myself," she teased back.

"What are you reading?" he asked, having glanced down her chest from over her shoulder to see the blasted book covering her. She held the crumbling, yellowed book up to him, it was an extremely old research tome that had a very faded Alteration school symbol on the cover. "It's a spell that almost destroyed the college. It was supposed to allow the caster to control mass amounts of water, like waves and such," she explained. Onmund released her and they proceeded to talk about the spell for a while, much to the Orc's irritation. After about an hour, the Orc's cranky voice called out all throughout the usually quiet library.

"IF YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FUCK JUST DO IT ALREADY!"

Both the wizards turned to the upset Orc, Onmund redder than a cherry and Rose a little pissed. Clutching the tome with one hand, Rose grabbed onto Onmund's robes with her other, and pulled him out of the library. Once they were out, she dropped the book and proceeded to embrace him, latching her lips onto his mercilessly, pushing her tongue in without invitation to begin a swing dance with him. He was a little taken-aback at first, but was soon responding with enthusiasm, holding the powerful woman close to him, her hands wandered from his face, down his chest to the obvious bump in the trousers beneath his robes. He groaned on contact with her magical fingers, he was about to pick her up and dash to Arch-Mages chambers, but she suddenly stopped, and he almost whined at the lack of contact.

"Now that you're fired up, let's go try this spell."

Soon, the sorceress and her apprentice were on a little mountain far off of the Skyrim shore, in the eye of a snowstorm. Once she was on the point of the little mountain, she took a deep breath, and Shouted, "LOK… VAH KOOR!", clearing the snowy weather from the skies until the warm sun finally hit Winterhold for the first time in hundreds of years. Onmund marveled at the sight, not having seen the sun himself for a few years since coming to Winterhold. Pulling out the worn spellbook from her cloak, Briar Rose began to softly chant the words and follow the instructions located on the yellowed pages. The words were constant and easy to memorize, as were the instructions. She was soon able to tuck away the book, chanting the words a little softly still, beginning the movements associated with the instructions, which seemed to be some graceful dance movements she was familiar with.

"Rose… I'm not sure about this… the last time this was attempted, the whole Hold nearly flooded…" Onmund mentioned, having stripped of his robe due to the heat that had come from the sun exposure. Rose just turned to him with a very irritated look on her face. She wasn't arrogant, but she was extremely confident in her powers, as a Dragonborn, and as a demigoddess. Kynareth was her mother, so she naturally had abilities over the natural world. This spell would be difficult, but doable. Onmund put his hands up in defeat, and she resumed her dance, growing a little louder with the chants, watching the waves beneath her begin to rise and fall with the continuations of her spell.

The dark blue water was soon crashing against the little island, splashing up the sides, glowing with an enchanting white sparkle. Onmund gazed in awe at his mistress' work, with her long golden waves blowing in the wind, the pale blue gown she wore blowing back against her body as her arms rose the waves to the air. She was absolute perfection, beauty beyond description. In the distance, he could see civilians gathering on the shore to watch what was happening, when he glanced back to her, she was looking at him with a genuinely happy smile. When she gave the civilians a quick glance, she locked eyes with him and gave him just a simple nod, and went back to work, now causing the waves to slightly go to the side of the island, like she intended to make a twister of water. Onmund immediately understood what she meant, and began to cast electrical spells that bounced off of the water and created big explosions of light. He could hear chatter and exclamations in the distance, most of them sounding positive.

Rose was soon in full control of the water around them, and was throwing the ocean mountain high and valley far. The sight was beyond incredible as the slabs of water obeyed her every will. Soon, she was spinning on the toes of her leather boots in quick circles, the waves following her motions as they encircled the entire little island in impossibly fast motions. Onmund continued assisting her, throwing electricity, fire, and ice into the water and into the open air above the enormous cylinder of water, causing bright, colorful explosions to burst and explode.

Rose was spinning faster and faster until she was just mixtures of gold, blue, and black. The waves were spinning just as quick as her, until she abruptly stopped, causing the waves to burst upwards one last time, falling back into the ocean peacefully, she in a finishing pose with both hands raised to the air, and a bright, pleased smile on her face. Onmund and the watchers just looked at her in astonished awe. Once again, the Dragonborn had puzzled the world with such skill, it was like a goddess herself had appeared unto them. Little did they know that it was indeed a goddess who had been brought to the world to show them such beauty and power.

Rose lowered her arms and bowed slightly to her admiring crowd, softening her smile and looking at Onmund. Walking down from her contemporary pedestal, she offered a hand to her handsome, talented young apprentice. "Now, where were we?"

It was a good thing that the Arch-Mage's chambers were soundproof and locked up tight, because the sorceress and her apprentice were making such a racket, it was sure to have disturbed anyone else in the entire College.

Rose groaned aloud as she fought against the restraints of Onmund's rope belt that tied her hands above her head. After the kisses had been exchanged and the clothes disposed of, he had suddenly released a very animalistic side that she hadn't seen before, and had tackled her to the bed, tying her hands above her head with his rope belt. Rose had to admit that she was liking this dominant side of him so far, as he started to trail his tongue down her neck, over her collarbone, and to the mounds of flesh at her chest. He traced the big spheres with his mouth before ultimately latching his mouth onto her left breast, sucking gently at first but then he grew a little rougher, squeezing her other available breasts, tweaking her stiff pink tits.

"Onmund…. Fuck!" she cried as she felt two thick fingers delve into her soaked core, moving in and out at a steady pace, warming her up for what was coming.

"Mmmm… I love it when you curse…" he growled into her chest, still sucking the life out of the pale peaks. Soon, he unlatched and trailed down her belly, kissing her naval before arriving at the golden triangle of hair between her legs. He gave her an unsettling elfish grin before plunging his tongue deep into her sex, eliciting a very loud, cock-hardening moan from her.

"Gods… Onmund…" she groaned, rolling her hips against his mouth as he drank up her strawberry taste, a drug to him and anyone who had tasted her before. His tongues had sparks, and damn good ones too. It sent pulses all throughout her body, pleasurable currents making her writhe on the bed. But soon he was sucking her clitoris, and she didn't last long with those sparks pulsing through the most sexually sensitive part of her body. She rode out a soft but satisfying climax, the wizard between her legs drinking up her fluids like he hadn't had water for days.

But he soon rose up and crawled over her, aligning his throbbing member to her dripping cunt. Taking it into his hand, he guided the leaking tip towards her opening, rubbing the head in circles above her opening, making her growl with impatience. Onmund could really be a tremendous tease, but Rose couldn't stay mad at him.

"Are you ready?" he asked cockily (no pun intended). Rose glanced from his eyes down to his dick, which had almost doubled in size since the last time she had been with him. He hadn't been small, but not really large either. She gave him a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"How'd you get it so big?" she asked huskily, reaching down to touch it softly, feeling it harden under her touch.

"You, and a few spells I found stashed under J'zargo's desk," he replied with a wink. Rose wrinkled her nose in thought of the Khajiit mage she had promoted to be an Illusion master using spells to make himself larger. At least Onmund had put them to use. When she asked how she had possibly made his dick bigger , he replied that after she had left, he had undergone some serious physical changes, making his physique stronger and his appearance more becoming. Rose wondered if it had something to do with the fact that she had taken his virginity and it had caused those changes. She thought of all of the other men she had been with, none of which had been virgins when she had met them. As she thought about it, Brynjolf, Ulfric, and Onmund had all undergone changes, some more drastic than the other. It would need to be a point to look out for as she continued along.

"Well, let's test it out, shall we?" she asked with a smirk, still tied to the wall. Laughing, he reached over and undid her ties, letting her lovely hands fall free to run through his hair.

Onmund needed no further permission as he pushed in, his size a little too great for her tight hold, causing the both of them to scream in ecstasy. He was so unexpectedly big and she was so tight… the cold had undoubtedly sealed her up a bit. But as he began to move, her body adjusted, and soon they were moaning out with delight. After a while of him relaxing between her legs, they switched positions and she rode him for a while, he groping her breasts while she rocked him back and forth. But as the two mages continued to energize each other and keep up their lovemaking, their magicka began to drain and their groins began to ache.

"Rose…"

"Me too…"

They went as hard as they could, his hips crashing into hers, the head of his dick hitting the back of her womb harshly, the woman beneath him screaming in pleasure, but as he hit her sweetest spot, she came undone, her walls clenching around him like a vice, causing him to also yell and come into her, pouring his seed into the depths of the goddess.

She fell onto the top of him, panting heavily, listening to his rapid heartbeat calm and regain regularity, while the sweat produced during the lovemaking cooled in the chilly air.

"Gods…" he marveled, stroking her back, kissing her soft golden hair. She laughed and looked up into the handsome wizard's blue eyes. He was positively enchanting, in every way. From his magic to his lovemaking, he had no doubt shown how talented he really was. But regardless of how powerful he would ever become, he was and always will be, the Sorcerer's Apprentice.

"Magical, my dear apprentice. Magical."