Well... at first.

As your physical body stands in your room, trying to will a ball of water to materialize out of thin air, you concentrate on holding Aeriel with your consciousness... on controlling the draw of power.

You feel the warm tingle you now know to be her power, and it feels incredible. She had said that when you touch her, when you draw energy, it feels good to her. But she never said how good it would feel for you as well.

You focus on your intent to form the sphere of water. After a few moments of this, you see something beginning to form, slowly. It looks like vapor, or fog. It is coalescing about three feet from your face.

"Good...", Aeriel says, in a breathy moan. Her pleasure in the moment is palpable. She looks at you, feral lust in her eyes. She suddenly grips you hard against herself and presses her lips to yours.

As this happens, the forming condensation undulates and begins to dissipate. You realize that Aeriel is beginning to overpower you and you double down on your control. You **** her lips from yours with some effort... the kiss honestly felt amazing, and you really didn't want to break it, but the point of this is to exercise control.

A strange combination of disappointment and pride crosses Aeriel's face when you **** her away, and the moisture in front of you continues to gather.

"Good... You kept me from taking over...", she says, still breathing heavily from the kiss, and from her increasing lust. "You are doing very well... but I think the spell might need a bit more power...", she says with a grin and a wink.

You grin back at her. "Does it...? Or do you just want more...?

Her grin deepens. "A little bit of both truth be told..." she responds.

You then pull her more firmly into yourself, place your hand on the back of her head then kiss her with a passion that you have been holding back. A passion that she easily matches. You focus on controlling the pace of the kiss. When she moves to try to exert herself, you counter, biting her lip, biting her tongue, anything to establish your dominance.

This increase in contact, in passion pushes the vapor to gather much more quickly until, finally, there is a ball of liquid water the size of a baseball floating in the air before you.

You forcibly break the kiss, and Aeriel moves to reestablish the lip lock. Her **** is great, and you just manage to keep her at bay. She is panting wildly, her eyes locked on yours hungrily.

"Good...", she moans.

You are breathing rather heavily from the exertion yourself.

"What do I do now...?", you ask.

"That depends on what you want to do with it... What is your intent...? she answers, her hungry eyes still fixed on you.

"Well... My intent was to form the ball as an exercise in the basics of magic... I think I've accomplished that... I don't know what I want to do with it now that it's here..."

"It's your spell... you can do whatever you want with it... You can make it bigger... Or you could try turning it to ice... Or you could dis-spell it...". She says these last words with a look that says she hopes you don't choose that route. You assume that would involve breaking the draw of power.

Enjoying how this is going yourself, maybe a little too much, you decide to try and turn the floating sphere of water to ice. Sensing your intent, a pleased and longing grin graces Aeriel's face.

You resume the kiss, pulling her back into you forcefully. The draw of power feels incredible. Aeriel is grinding herself against you frantically. You run your hands over her body, finally exploring her amazing curves.

You feel the temperature begin to fall in the concentrated area of the ball of water. Aeriel grips you tightly and attempts to take control. You push back, picking her up, taking any leverage she might have gained from her legs... which she then wraps around your waist.

You see the water slowly begin to crystalize. Sensing that you need a little more energy, you break the kiss and begin kissing and nibbling on Aeriel's neck. This elicits a gasp and a moan from her.

She is now digging her nails into your back in ecstasy.

Just then, a knock at the door breaks your concentration. Aeriel seizes the opportunity and, with an incredible **** of will, somehow forces you onto your back and begins frantically kissing every inch of your body. The sensation is heavenly... but the icy cold ball of slush then plummets to the ground, exploding in all directions.

With great effort, you manage to pry Aeriel from you and subdue her. She is panting heavily.

Another knock at your door breaks the silence, and Aeriel calms down... slightly.

You go and open the door to see Professor Dove standing there with a slightly concerned, and slightly bemused look.

"Am I interrupting something?", Professor Dove asks.

"N no. I was just exercising.", you answer, somewhat truthfully.

"Clearly.", she says, amused. "May I come in?"

"Sure." You open the door and step aside, still trying to catch your breath from your previous efforts. "Mind the floor, it might be slippery." you say as she enters the room.

Aeriel has moved to your back, holding onto you piggyback style, probably as not to distract you while you interact with Professor Dove, who now looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

"Just what kind of exercise would cause your floor to be slippery?, the professor asks.

You grin and rub the back of your head embarrassedly. "I managed to form a water ball and was attempting to turn it to ice before you knocked on my door."

Aeriel giggles from behind you while Professor Dove smiles at you proudly.

"So you have figured out how to focus and project your power then?"

"A little.", you respond. "I'm still sort of getting the hang of the whole thing."

"That's wonderful.", Professor Dove praises you. "You will get the hang of it I'm sure. Just keep practicing. It's good that you are choosing safe low-level spells for your exercises. Very prudent. You would be amazed how many new magic users go straight for fireballs and lightning bolts.", she says with some exasperation in her voice.

"Really? Well, I don't want to cause any trouble by burning the school down on my first day."

"Much appreciated.", she says with a smirk. "If you would ever like any help with your practice, I would be happy to assist if I am available.", she offers.

"Thank you. I will certainly keep that in mind.", you say with an appreciative smile. "Anyway, what brings you by?"

"A couple of things really.", she answers, walking across the room and taking a seat on the couch.

You follow her and take a seat next to her.

"First...", she begins. "Anna-Bell said that you never showed up for dinner. She asked me to bring you something."

Professor Dove produces a covered dish and hands it to you. You look at it then back to her perplexed.

She just shrugs. "It seems you made an impression on the young lady.", she says with a grin. Her expression then grows more serious. "Are you feeling alright though?"

You nod and give her a smile. "I feel fine, thanks. I sort of fell asleep for a bit after you left. I guess the day finally caught up with me."

She nods and smiles knowingly. "I completely understand. You did have quite a day today. I certainly can't fault you for falling asleep after everything that happened today."

"Yeah, it definitely took a toll."

"The other reason I'm here is to go over your class schedule with you before classes begin tomorrow. As I said earlier, I finalized your curriculum based on your house sorting and the classes you applied for over the summer. I chose which classes I believe you would benefit most from in your current situation. Depending on how things go for you, we can revisit your schedule after a couple of weeks and make any appropriate adjustments. But after that, the schedule will be set. We don't want pupils changing subjects constantly and not excelling."

"Sure, makes sense."

You both then spend the next few minutes reviewing your schedule, her answering any questions you have about the various classes she chose for you. When you finally finish, she stands and heads for the door. Just before she exits your room, she also informs you that the headmaster would like to see you in his office tomorrow after the conclusion of classes for the day.

you thank Professor Dove and shut and lock your door after she leaves.

you stand at your door thinking about the next day when your stomach decides to chime in. You haven't eaten since lunch, nine hours earlier. You think of the plate Anna-Bell sent for you and you walk back over to the couch. Aeriel appears before you, smiling broadly.

"Sounds like a fun semester... I can't wait... And I am so proud of you... You were amazing earlier... Until your concentration was broken that is...".

You smile at her, taking a seat and placing the plate on your lap. "Thanks... I suppose that it wasn't a bad first try..."

Aeriel plops down beside you and grins. "You will get better the more you practice... You will get stronger and be able to control me much easier..."

"It was fun... And it felt wonderful..."

Her grin broadens. "I'm glad you enjoyed it too... I swear I was so close to cumming before we were interrupted..."

You look at her astonished. "Really...?"

She shrugs. "Yeah... but don't worry about it... For you to make me cum, you'd have to draw on me for another spell... And while I certainly wouldn't mind, it is late and you have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow... I am sure I will get plenty of action during your classes and studies...", she grins. "You should eat and get to bed..."

"yeah... sure...", you say, feeling a little bad about leaving Aeriel hanging like that. Sensing your mood, she places her hand on your shoulder. The warmth is comforting. "really, it's ok... I don't think it's safe to draw power from me without an intent... to just fool around with me for the sake of fooling around... I'll be alright... I have no doubt that you will progress quickly, and we will be getting more involved with more complex and powerful spells...", she says with a grin.

"Yeah... you're probably right..."

With that, your stomach voices it's opinion on the matter with another grumble. Aeriel giggles and motions her hand to the plate.

You give her another loving smile and turn your attention to the food Anna-Bell prepared for you.

Opening the lid, what you see brings a blush to your face and a fit of giggles to Aeriel.

It is a fruit plate like you've never seen before.

There is a banana laying on a bed of whipped cream. On one end of the banana, there are two large strawberries to either side. The other end of the banana is pointing straight at a peach that has been split open slightly. There is a concentration of whipped cream around where the peach is split and where the tip of the banana rests.