Things Shifting

Kana had spent the better part of the week poring over her private archive, after she was able to better make out the symbol, and finally found the tome with records of magical tattoo symbols. Leafing, carefully, through the book, she managed to find what she was looking for. The symbol on Alethia was the “Mark of Subjugation” and was a symbol that only really be placed on someone with unique mystical energies of tattoo magic, all non-magical means of place the mark always fell apart or came out wrong when they attempted to replicate the mark. The symbol didn’t look any more complex than some of the mundane tattoos Kana had seen over the past few decades, so there had to be more it all for some reason.

The symbol known as the Mark of Subjugation was stated to be very powerful, and always seemed to end up on an unknowing target that didn’t find out until it was too late. The mark made it so that the caster could any physical or mental aspect of their target to their own specifications. It was going to get amusing with recording what the mark could do firsthand.

Looking at the other symbols marked down in the text, it took Kana a few minutes to find the one that seemed to be her best option, the Mark of Submission. The symbol’s description said the target had to willingly allow the caster to influence their mind but their body could be altered and adjusted by the caster without input on their part. To be honest, it was better than she had been expecting, especially since she had planned on being a willing target that was marked, and the primary condition for the Mark of Submission to form on the target was for them to willingly submit to the caster. This could mean a massive shift in things, and that actually excited Kana more than she thought it would.

After securing her personal archive, Kana sent word out to Nilhord that she wanted to have a private meeting. It was actually cute that he thought it was about being an instructor; he even sent her a rough draft of what a lesson plan for some courses could look like. On the surface, to those on the outside, she would still be the one in charge, but behind the scenes, Nilhord will be the one in charge. Nilhord’s area of study fell neatly in line with all this, and he was the only one that got close enough to place the mark.

The real issue, she could see at the moment, was how long it took for the mark to appear, it took the better part of a month for the mark to start becoming visible. Best Kana could reason out, the magic needed to flow through the body of the target and accumulate its power somehow, then once it reached a certain point in its development, the mark would begin to emerge, the greater the enchantment’s power the more visible the mark became.

The very thought of having one of those marks on her had Kana imagining what would happen with Nilhord once he knew, maybe the restraints would finally come off and he would get a bit more aggressive. Personally, Kana liked it when her partner was more assertive, but it had been ages since she last engaged in those sorts of activities. It was actually exciting to possibly get it on with a former student, it touched on the taboo of those sort of teacher-student relations without actually being them. Of course there were other allegations that could be lobbied that had potentially worse connotations, but there were certain dynamics that came with those connotations that would probably be flipped all over themselves for those sorts of allegations to come close to sticking.

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Nilhord was unsure of himself when he arrived at the headmistress’s chambers, alone, as instructed. He knocked at the door a bit, and rang the bell by the door, to let it be known he had arrived. Instead of the opening, as expected, he was just teleported into the chambers, whatever materials he had on him were left in a neat little pile to the side of the door.

Nilhord arrived at the chambers a bit dazed and confused for a few seconds, the daze dissipated and confusion intensified when he saw Headmistress Kana strut into view in a very open bathrobe, it was as if she didn’t care about restraining her figure before him. She definitely had a body every bit as sexy as the rumors had implied, her ample bosom and toned pillowy rear saw to it that her slim waist and hips that were flared a bit more than interesting saw to that. She also had a pretty face, but that almost seemed like an afterthought compared to her figure.

“Um,” said Nilhord still confused, “why are you attired like that?”

“We need to confirm some things,” said Kana casually, “I already got some sense of confirmation from my observations of a particular subject, but now I need to get full confirmation with yourself.”

“How so,” inquired Nilhord.

“I believe you may have manifested a form of Tattoo Magic,” said Kana casually, “and we’re going to test the theory.”

“How?”

“By having you mark me with a symbol that will allow us to test some things without you unintentionally compromising me.”

“Okay,” said Nilhord with a cautious voice, unsure where this was heading, “what do I need to do?”

“Just place your hand on my bosom and I’ll take care of the rest. My people have a lot of old records, Some of them are even accounts of what some of the marks of Tattoo Magic are like, I’ve spent most of this week consulting those old records more than anything else.” Unsure, and taken aback a bit, Nilhord did as instructed. He moved forward and placed his right hand gently on Kana’s right breast, she gave a quick little erotic moan before turning her attention to the task at hand, and said, “I submit unto you.”

Suddenly Nilhord saw a tattoo on Kana, in her pubic region. He knew it wasn’t there before, was that really his magic at play? “What is that?”

“The Mark of Submission,” said Kana casually, “it’s a mark that allows you to have some measure of control over my body but I have to willingly allow you to do anything that involves my mind. We’ll take things slowly, it will allow us more time to notice a few things.

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Alethia twisted and turned upon her bed uncomfortably, she had managed to hold it together for her report an hour ago, even though every piece of her attire felt as if it would ignite on her flesh at any moment. She was sexually anxious, more than she ever thought possible, and it got worse every time she was in close proximity to that drake-kin. She knew his name, it was said often enough in their shared classes, she just didn’t care to memorize it. As things currently stood, to her, the drake-kin’s name was unimportant, she placed more importance on her meals for the day, but that didn’t mean she included them in all of her reports.

Before she even knew it, Alethia was out of her clothing and fighting the urge to fondle herself. Whatever this was, it was messing with her head for weeks now. These urges, these cravings, flew in the face of the disciplining practices Alethia had been taught during her younger years. Whatever this was, it had her sexual frustration in a whole new level of intensity.

Just laying on her bed had Alethia feeling uneasy, now. Pacing around her room in the nude seemed to make the sensation subside for a bit. It was hard to nail down when this all actually started, but she could tell the drake-kin was related to all this, her condition seemed to worsen every time she was in close proximity to him. She had been taught sex and sexuality were tools and weapons to use against others to gain advantages, to fall victim to her own sexual urges was a sign of weakness on her part.

Much to Alethia’s chagrin, to find out more about the drake-kin, she would have to actually learn his name. There was no telling how long it would take her to actually learn his name, she should have probably taken notes on the names of everyone she had classes with but she didn’t because was too prideful, and just now realized was being an idiotic fool during that time.