With Avrak

Daphne knocked twice on the massive door. She looked once more at the corridor, a student had peeked out at her passage and now ogled their visitor with unabashed shame. It was hardly unusual for students to have night visitors, but these were often either outsiders or one of the servants, romance between would be Red Wizards was rare.

Avrak opened the door, his lean body free of most wizardly robes. He also had an impressive collection of tattoos, most of them stored spells to be called on a moment of need. "What are you doing here?" he asked in an indolent tone. It was a good question, with their common enemy dead wouldn't it be more natural for them to revert to their old rivalry?

"Can we talk? Inside?" Avrak nodded and let her in, followed by a howling from their audience in the corridor.

"I imagine it wasn't my charm that brought you here" the evoker said as he closed his door.

"Well, I was going to come here either way, but I thought you should see this" she handed him the letter and, as she expected, she saw his face twist in anger. Again she robbed him of his deserved primacy, but at least this time she wasn't insensitive to his feelings. "The Master already had it. It is too convenient for it to arrive today. He likely had it for weeks, if not months." This gave him pause.

"Why?" Avrak asked, his anger forgotten at least for the moment. "Because we are his lackeys for as long as we stay here, tame and obedient. We produce him wealth, far more than a new apprentice would. But the moment we start injuring each other..."

"... then we start doing more harm then good. I see." He grinned, obviously planning on how to **** their teacher's hand too.

"So, are you in the mood for...?" the impish grin on her face, he was after all half naked already, and she decided the sight was quite pleasant. She motioned him closer as she laid on his bed, her heart fluttering as his body covered hers and their lips met again. This time she wasn't content with touching or brushing, she nibbled his lips, savoring him, devouring him little by little. He must have found her equally appetizing, for he also grew bolder, his hands raked her skin, leaving marks on his awake.

It was hard to keep pace with his aggressiveness, so eventually she decided to lean back and enjoy his forceful attentions. He took advantage of her surrender and untied her robes, unwrapping her as if she was a gift. The adoration in his eyes told her how gorgeous he found her. He abandoned her lips and moved to her breasts, eliciting little cries of pleasure as he held her nipples between his teeth.

His hand moved between her tights, and she reluctantly parted them to give him access to her shaved pussy. She felt a moment of anxiety, fearing he would be just as reckless there as he was elsewhere, but his touch was surprisingly gentle. It was more of a caress, really, like one would stroke a beloved pet. She felt herself relax, and must have enjoyed his ministrations for a while.

She felt him press his two fingers inside her and tightened herself around them reflexively. In truth it was more surprise then pain, but he assured her "I will be gentle". She roamed her own hands over her body, until she found her tights, she gripped them tight so as not to clamp him again. She more groaned then moaned as he intruded, slowly and surely, letting her juices wet his fingers. "I didn't expect you to be so... virginal" he chuckled and she felt a bit of shame.

He was patient with her, moving his fingers slowly as she adjusted. He increased his pace to her benefit, her moans became more frequent. It didn't register that maybe she should have kept her voice low, she just vocalized her feelings. "Does this feel good?" he asked when he brought his second hand to her mound, this time placing two fingers just above her entrance. She felt a jolt of pleasure run up and down her body. He took that as an yes and continued working, and it wasn't long until Daphne felt her first orgasm wash over her.

Bereft of strength, she was so grateful when she felt his warm body lay down next to her. She mildly wondered how sweaty she was, it felt like she made a mess down there, but he didn't show any signs of disgust towards her. His body spooned hers, and she moaned a bit when she felt his hardness against her ass. She wasn't only curious, she was eager to feel him inside of her.

He held her arms above her head when she moved to adjust his cock inside her. She groaned in answer, but he was unrelenting. She could adjust so his cock was between her legs, the pole brushing against the mounds of her pussy and over her clit, but wiggle as she did, she couldn't just position it to enter her. It was infuriating. "take it easy Daphne... I won't take you tonight"

"Why not?" she wanted to scream, but she trusted his expertise so far and was well rewarded. She felt his cock slid between her legs, each thrust taunting her pussy entrance, making her imagine how powerful it would have felt if the angle was just slightly different. His hands took possession of her body, once more marking her, handling her how he pleased, and it answered so brazenly she regretted every moment the two were apart.

She barely registered when his cock began to pulse, lost in another orgasm of her own. She felt his cum smear over her belly and pussy, but didn't care. She was exhausted. She closed her eyes and let sleep claim her.