They make it back, only to find it deserted

With one hand gripping his forehead, Aaralon tugged even more brusquely at Keira's sleeve and pushed forward.

The trio spent hours following the trail back. Every few hundred yards, a glowing stone bearing the College's sigil lit the path. The magic markers protected the path, and their soft glow beckoned wayward travelers if they strayed too far. As an apprentice, Aaralon has spent many a "field trip" maintaining the enchantment on those damn stones, but he was sure glad they were there now.

The power of the markers even managed to quell Keira's unbridled dweomer. The neophyte wizards has returned to some semblance of normalcy. Peering anxiously into the darkness, they huddled together nervously, though their bodies will still pressed more closer than one might expect.

Aaralon could think more clearly now. He reckoned that Professor Lywena would have an elixir that would cure their supernatural affliction. I'd better enjoy this horse cock while I can, he mused. Realizing it was probably the witchcraft goading him, he chided himself and carried on.

Of course, by the time the three reached the designated rendezvous point, no one was there. The moonless night had drenched the clearing in pitch black.

Aaralon then noticed something unnerving. It was too dark. Like constables, the absence of the magic stones was only noticeable until they were needed. The wards should be protecting the clearing weren't functioning, or worse yet, had been removed.

Without the calming effect of the magic stones, the girls collapsed together in a rutting heap. **** to act before Keira's sorcery overwhelmed him again, Aaralon uttered a simple incantation to scan the darkness for magic.

He barely made out a faint glow behind a low berm at the edge of the clearing. He scrambled into the darkness to fetch the overturned stone, and returned it to its place at the perimeter.

Once the stone was within range, Keira's moans were interrupted by a gasp, her pelvis frozen in the air in mid-thrust. Shock and embarrassment washed over Deyna's face, wiping away the aggressive scowl and gritted teeth. Releasing her hold on Keira's waist, Deyna sheepishly dislodged her wrist from Keira's gaping quim.

As the girls got up, Keira discovered that a scrap of soft cloth beneath her butt. She held up the damp swatch and examined it by the light still emanating from her body.

It was suede.

"Isn't this Profesor Lywena's vest?" chirped Keira to her companions.

Indeed it was. The buttons were missing, but there was no mistaking the deliberately low cut of the cleavage.