Centri

His mind wandered to Centri. The mage of the group.

The same age as him at 26, she oozed sensuality in a way that made it hard for him to look at her too long without... getting hard for him. Wide hips with just a healthy hint of a belly. Her large breasts always pressed into a gaze-diverting cleavage. Blond hair pulled back into an elegant bun, and elegant shoulders. She'd smile and wink in a practiced way when she'd catch him staring. If he followed her, he'd soon find himself buried deep inside her like were the only place he could hide his dick in some private corner. She preferred her privacy, but didn't require it. Afterwards she'd always leave promptly. Didn't want him to get any ideas. Sex was for sex afterall, no need to get it confused with other unnecessary feelings.
She preferred to wear a flowing robe that left little to the imagination. Wielding a short-staff as a magical focus, she cast spells of the four elements, and conjured spirits for sustained effects. She preferred to use earth and air magic, with her most common cantrip invoking small bolts of electricity upon her foes. When blessed, her repertoire of spells increases greatly, to include curses and hexs, as well as using two elements at once. She becomes much more eager to use her magic, but much less observant and falls easily to the smallest amount of pleasure.

When she arrived, she greeted Clay curtly, and then he didn't see her for 2 weeks until Azure assigned him to the library for the day. In the library, he was put into her care, tutored on some of the finer more nuanced points of the mystical bestiary and history, distracting him with eyefuls of breasts the whole while. Before he knew what was happening, she had pressed into the ground while she rode him, boobs bouncing above him, as she aggressively kept his hands pinned, forcing him to large mutual orgasm, before leaving him with a head pat to immediately test the effects of the blessing first hand. Afterwards, once a week he was sent up to study with her, before she'd ravish him and perform her own studies.
She never grew warmer, but she did become more comfortable and willing to be open.