Keep an eye on the troublemakers

"I'll make sure Deyna and Kiera stay out of trouble," Aaralon said, forcing cheerfulness into his voice.

Aaralon smiled weakly and waved a soiled hand at the hot professor as nonchalantly as he could. On the way out of the cave, Aaralon muttered a cantrip under his breath, and he was once again clean, presentable, and free of feces. He set out in search of the inseparable duo. He wondered what kind of trouble they might be getting into -- and whether he might be allowed to join.

With her insatiable curiosity and athletic body, Deyna was always getting into trouble. Whether exploring forbidden passageways, playing pranks on fellow students, or spying on the professors, Deyna had a way of slipping in and out of the nooks and crannies about campus. One might call her a tomboy, if she weren't such a randy minx. Like so many girls her age, she had a thing for brooding necromancer boys. More than once she had been caught been caught after hours in their rooms. Rumor had it that her mouth was quite talented at rousing them from their depression.

Her perennial tagalong, Kiera, was a first-year student, but of a different breed. She wasn't at all bright. In fact, she was quite naive, and easily fooled. But her sweet personality and demure sensuality oozed a certain charm. Quite literally: from what Aaralon understood of natural witches like Kiera, her magical powers sprung directly from her sexuality. That explained why she enrolled at the college at the relatively late age of nineteen. It also explained how she had earned a reputation as an "sure thing" after only a matter of weeks.

So Aaralon was none too **** to have to track the two girls down. He hadn't yet decided whether he preferred Deyna or Kiera. Deyna had a tight little body, with long, lithe limbs and a firm bubble of a butt. Aaralon liked the wild flavor of her unruly auburn hair, more red than brown; her bright green eyes that glittered mischievously; and the sprinkle of freckles that the gods had scattered carelessly across her body (or so Aaralon imagined).

But Kiera's body was the height of feminine perfection. She has a waist as narrow as Deyna's, but hips that flared into a voluptuous, rounded ass. She could barely keep her copious bosom from spilling over the low necklines of the black dresses she always wore. Waves of dark chestnut hair practially blended together with her garb, making even sharper the contrast with her flawless creamy complexion. But believe it or not, Aaralon's favorite thing about Kiera was her sparkling blue eyes: vivacious, friendly, and innocent.

Maybe I won't have to choose, though Aaralon with a smile. But first, he would have to find them.

As he weaved through the woods, Aaralon began to hear Deyna's sassy voice in the distance. He made his way toward it, and approached a clearing. He could definitely hear Deyna and Kiera exchanging words, but couldn't quite make them out.

Aaralon had to slow down as he minced through the brambles. Finally he could see the two girls in the clearing, and see what they were talking about.