The Watchtower

Many years ago, what is now the school was a mansion and fortress for a wealthy landowner who was obsessed with protecting his land and belongings against invaders. When his daughter showed signs of being able to use magick, instead of banishing her he spent most of his wealth trying to find people to help her, either by 'curing' her or helping her control it so that she could still live a 'normal' life. When he died, he left the land to her and her family. The vein of magick and the desire to understand it grew until the estate was turned into a school for magick users. The mansion had several towers from which one could see for miles, used to look for messengers or invaders. The tallest of these, known as the Watchtower, is accessible through a door that is just a few feet away from what is now the dining hall.

Leading Aaralon, Taya takes him to the entrance to the Watchtower, closing and locking the door before taking him up the stairs to the top of the tower. The room itself was sparse, containing only a couple of small wooden chairs and a large wooden writing desk. A large woven rug in the middle of the room covered much of the stone floor. The room was surprisingly well lit due to the open windows and arrow slits all around the tower. Aaralon is given no time to admire the view of the grounds, however. Rather, he is quickly pulled into a deep kiss that Taya breaks rather roughly so she can unbutton his shirt, kissing her way down his chest.

Aaralon surrenders to the sensations of Taya's warm lips and tongue against the cool morning breezes dancing across his naked skin. Once his shirt is completely off, Taya reaches down for his slacks, but Aaralon grabs her wrists and pushes her back. "You next..."he tells her in a commanding tone. She licks her full lips hungrily as Aaralon kneels before her, untucking her blouse and stealing the chance to feel her soft but firm hips and stomach. A murr-like sound escapes Taya's lips as Aaralon unbuttons her blouse from the bottom up, lightly licking and biting her gloriously sunless flesh. Taya rakes her midnight blue painted nails down Aaralon's back as he finally pulls off her shirt and removes her bra so he can lick the thin layer of sweat clinging to the undersides of her mounds.

Aaralon stands up and pulls Taya into his arms, kissing her just as she kissed him earlier. As their mouths meet and break over and over, Taya unbuckles Aaralon's belt and trousers, pulling them down along with his boxers, while Aaralon unfastens her belt and unzips her skirt, pulling them down along with her panties. With reckless abandon, they kick off their shoes and step out of the mounds of clothes at their feet so that Taya had on only her white calve socks and Aaralon had only his black school socks on. Unable to wait until the socks are removed, Aaralon picks Taya up and carries her to the end of the writing desk. He carefully and firmly sits her down, then kneels down and immediately laps at her warm wetness. As she leans back, moaning, each of them whispers spells to prevent pregnancy. Aaralon looks up at her, waiting to know if he should continue. Having finished the spell, she nods to him to let him know it's safe, that she wants him now.

Taking the hint, Aaralon stands up, wrapping his schoolmate's legs around him as he pushes deep inside her. Their moans meld as Aaralon holds her legs and hips as Taya dig her nails into his shoulders. Soon their chests heave in sync as they grip each other. Taya's head rests against Aaralon's chest while his head rests on hers. No words are spoken, no vocalizations exchanged. All that exists is their union, their nails digging into each other's body. Aaralon rolls his head down to kiss and nip at her neck as his body shakes with the **** of his orgasm. The spasms inside Taya trigger her release as well, the two of them finally moaning and gasping together.

As they catch their breath in each other's arms, a gong sounds to announce the start of the day's first class. Taya and Aaralon quickly throw their clothes on, leaving their shirts untucked as they darted down the hall hand in hand to their Transformations class. As they dart into the room, the teacher gives them a knowing, disapproving look as she motioned that the two young lovers take their seats. As they part, they silently promise to meet again after classes that day.