By the Light of Day

"Three days from now," she said to him before she left him. "At the Hill of Tolle. We'll see each other again." Until then, she cautioned him, they would need to pretend that they were the strangers they'd been before this night. Any looks of simmering passion could only alert the butcher that someone was infringing on his marital rights. Fenn nodded sadly and went back into the hovel with the other men. If he could sleep before dawn, he would dream of Lila, and so much more.

As soon as he was inside Rachel was herself again, and smiling. Though the young man hadn't had the skill to make her cum she still enjoyed his desire. It was all the more precious thanks to how she would use it. In a minute she was among the trees again, and in ten she was passing through the Gate of Yawud into Ughelor. Shortly after she was abed. She could feel Fenn's orgasm inside her. The favor of the deep gods staved off any pregnancy she didn't wish for, and allowed her to fuel herself with the lust the semen signified. It would carry her well through the next day and the toil she needed to do, for the next night called for another outing.

From her tower Rachel could feel the way that Lila plagued Fenn's every waking thought. The soreness in his loins and his legs was inescapable, and today the woman had, through Rachel's prodding of her **** mind, decided to go out walking among her husband's fields. There was something that stopped her, just for a second or two, when she passed by the skinny young man with the hoe in his hand. Seeing him anchored his face in her mind, leaving a more powerful impression than any her boorish husband ever had.

The sun fell from the sky and cast a shadow over Ughelor. As the moon began to rise Rachel ascended to her workroom, hidden in the ceiling above her bed, where her scrying pool waited for her. Since the spells she'd cast the night before it hadn't ceased to boil. Now it was overflowing. Every hour it had sapped life from Fenn and incorporated it into itself. The charm was ready. She opened her mouth and let the gods' will speak:

"By moonlight's grace and shadow's veil,

Lust's form leading down the trail.

In borrowed guise, her heart I'll sway,

And claim her love by break of day."

Rachel felt herself grow taller. Her shoulders broadened and hair wormed its way across her arms and her chest. In short seconds she was almost too tall for her sanctum, but then the spell took full effect, and she was as comfortable in Fenn's skin as she had been in her own. She passed her hands over her body. _If Cador saw me now it would be the first time he didn't think about taking my body, s_he thought with a smirk. His closedmindedness prevented him from achieving the victories she was capable of.

By the time the moon was at its highest point she was outside the butcher's home. In Durmhall it made him think he was a king, but in her native Losk even the beggars knew to dream of bigger things. She was shirtless and barefoot, wearing only breeches. A slight bit of modesty had powers of its own. "Lila," she said in Fenn's voice, from down below her window.