An offer he can't refuse.

John got out and found Anna waiting for him in front of the gate. She had put her uniform back on and looked very cute, especially with this post orgasmic glow on her face. Her smile and glistening eyes were obvious signs of what happened for whoever knew to look.

"John! I'm wearing a skirt!" she told him when he approached her.

"I can see that. You look very good in it by the way," he replied.

"You took my panties and I didn't have a spare, you doofus! I am not wearing anything under this. What I am going to do?" she whispered.

John hugged her and making sure no-one was looking at them using his stealth indicator, he slipped a hand under her skirt to touch her pussy.

"You either didn't dry yourself correctly after your shower, or you don't mind doing this that much. What you will do is go home and spend a wonderful night thinking about what we did and knowing I will do the same with your panties as a reminder," he told her. She was blushing, he loved her so much when she was doing that.

He removed his fingers from under her skirt and then once sure a lot of people were looking, kissed her passionately.

"I love you, Anna, and I can't wait for tomorrow for us to be together once again," he told her. He was pretty sure a few students were close enough to hear him.

"I love you too, John, I'll dream of us tonight," she told him and without warning took his hand to suck his fingers, cleaning them of her intimate juices.

Anna ran away to take the bus, she lived on another part of town and didn't take the same bus as he did.

Once the bus departed with many student on board, John noticed Moira waiting for him in the parking lot, so he went to join her.

"Hi Moira, so we go to your place for a few explanations? Where is your car?" he greeted her.

"Who was that? " she asked in response without answering his questions.

"It's Anna, my girlfriend."

"You have a girlfriend? You didn't seem the type to have one."

"Well, it is still recent, but I realized that she was an incredible girl and that she had a thing for me. What's a guy to do? What more could I ask for? So enough about me, where is your car parked?"

"Who said I have a car?"

"We won't walk, will we? Your place is really far."

"Catch this!" she told him. He caught what she had thrown towards him. A motorcycle helmet!

He saw her straddle a black and silver Harley Davidson, only to pat the seat behind her to invite him to sit down.

Her school bag was small and she just stashed it in her saddle bags. John put the helmet on and went to sit behind her. Ideally he would have enjoyed having his dick rubbing against her ass during the ride. But she was wearing her steel panties and he his armored boxers, besides that would she have killed him if she caught him doing that.

Same argument for not grabbing her tits as support as she sped up in the direction of her Manor. He had his hand crossed over her belly and made his best not to touch anything else. She was going a lot faster than he expected and was at her house in less than five minutes, even though he thought it would take twenty.

When they arrived she parked her bike just at the porch of the big English Manor rebuilt here in the center of the USA.

A stern looking middle aged man in a suit was waiting on the porch.

"Lady Brighton, Lord Brighton is expecting you and your guest at the library as soon as possible," he told Moira.

"Of course Reggie, we're on our way there," she replied to him, before adding for John. "This is Reginald our butler. Come on, my dad hates to wait."

The interior of the place was as lavishly decorated as the exterior stonework was impressive. There were old armors and weapons, portraits and tapestries. A lot of people wearing the same brooch as Moira were shown on paintings.

The library looked like out of a fantasy video game. Huge, with only leather-bound old Tomes on the shelves and Moira's father sitting at a large desk covered in papers and parchments.

"Sit!" he said. Politeness and courtesy didn't seem to be in order despite their supposed chivalrous status.

"This is the boy I told you about, father," explained Moira.

"Another rogue mage in this place. Who formed him? Black Velvet? The 33 Scions? The Cabal? Don't tell me he is linked to Her," he interrogated his daughter.

"No one formed him, he is a natural late bloomer. His gift is from the Lady herself. He is not affiliated with anyone yet, he has only had his powers for two days. Did you make progress with the other thing?" she replied.

"Interesting, if he really is unaffiliated he could change the balance of the status quo. About the other thing, I had no luck. Only three were forged and after the first was stolen in 1653 and the second destroyed by your mother rather than risk capture, the one we gave you was the last one. It was designed for long term usage so you will have to get used to it," he explained. John had an idea of what they were talking about. The fact that she was trapped was something to keep in mind, maybe a few weeks of waiting would help him getting better terms for giving her back the golden key, which opened what he was now sure to be a chastity belt. Why she wore one in the first place though was still a mystery.

Lord Brighton set a piece of parchment in front of John and sat a very ornate pen on it.

"What is this?" he asked.

"It is a protection pact. It acknowledges that you are not a member of a mage guild and won't join one, in exchange of which we will do our best to protect you from the most vicious threats inside the Abyss. You will also accept to rent out your services to us at a reasonable cost if requested to. It is standard. You have to sign it," as he explained this, Reginald entered the room with a tray. There were a teapot, cups and some biscuits on it.

"It's not that I am against protection, but I would like a little time before signing. One should not engage his word without knowing more about the situation, don't you agree?" John replied.

"You're wiser than you look. What do you want to know?" replied Moira's dad. He knew what he was talking about. John just got +1 Wisdom for not signing the pact without having more information.

"Why can't I join a mage organization? Are they all evil? Who decides what is a reasonable price for my services? What if I am not available when you request my services?" he asked.

"Not all of them are evil, but because our Order is so old we have been led to take out elements of most of them over the years. The lattice of pacts and alliances between them end up in a situation where we can't offer protection to their members without triggering a conflict. We will take your availability into account when requesting your service and their price will be negotiated with you. You won't become a member of our Order and won't have to follow its rules. Think of this more as an insurance policy," he explained.

John read the document and realized it was straightforward, laid out in simple text without legalese terms or special clauses. He knew that he was hard to detect, Moira told him so, but if things went south it would be nice to have someone whose job it was to come to come rescue him.

"One last thing, it says I can't join a mage organization and it is because of your Order's bad history with them. Would founding a new one be OK if I find good people I want to associate with?" he thought to ask.

"Providing the members renounce participation in other organizations and join you under our protection, it would be OK," said Lord Brighton.

John took the pen and signed the contract.

"Moira, go with him to your room to change and show him the training grounds. She will answer any further questions you have. Until later Mr Newman," he concluded, showing them the door.

John found it strange that a father would send a teenage boy to his daughter's room to change, but then she was able to defend herself and her pussy was locked under key (a key she didn't have anymore).

Moira led him through stairs and hallways to a large room with a lot of pink and a big canopy bed.