One more spell and then pack up
From Torg Adventure
"There's one more spell. I learned this one in the library one semester. I was hungry, but I didn't want to leave the library, so I found a food conjuration." While he talked, Aaralon made the gesture and spoke the cantrip. An earthenware bowl appeared filled with stew. It was only enough for one person. "Ooops." He cast the spell again, and another bowl appeared.
"You were showing off, Aaralon!" Camila smiled at him. "Just goes to show that you should never rush a spell." She lifted a bowl and then quickly conjured a spoon, which Aaralon had forgotten. "That's a sure way to miscast it, and then who knows what will happen. Simon the Foolish is a case in point. He rushed a casting and his miscast proved fatal." The sorceress shoveled stew into her mouth like a starving lumberjack. She paused to chew and swallow, then continued as if she had never paused. "He was summoning a demon and it ended up eating him and a journeyman as well as three apprentices."
More with the demon summoning. Either she's trying to give him enough rope to hang himself or she's interested in his secret. Aaralon couldn't tell, which annoyed him.
"I'll be more careful in the future, ma'am."
"Oh, don't go sullen on me, Aaralon. And don't you 'ma'am' me, except in class. 'Ma'am' me all you like in class. Now, give me a kiss. Ma'am, indeed."
She leaned over and they kissed for a couple minutes before silently going back to eating. They looked back and forth at each other while they finished their stew.
"Not bad stew, Aaralon. Your spell work is showing good promise. I'm serious about sex magic. A little extra credit was never so pleasant, right?" Aaralon watched her lips as she spoke; they had a mesmerizing effect.
"I didn't know that was one of the electives," he said, not sure if she was kidding.
"Each quarter, the professors can choose a student to privately tutor in one of their specialties -- a benefit to talented students. Sex magic happens to be one of my specialties, and you seem a very deserving student with a good deal of talent, magically and otherwise." Her grin made him blush, then flush straight down to his cock.
"What are the requirements of the training? And of the relationship?" he asked, as he closed with her, putting his arms around her.
Camila twisted in his embrace, and bopped his nose with her finger. "This is the part you're going to like. There are homework assignments, where you take what you've learned and practice. I recommend more than one other partner. When I went through, I had six partners before I was done. Three at once for a bit. I learned to juggle scheduling that semester." Her demeanor shifted suddenly, and Aaralon saw a fire behind her eyes. "As for our relationship, that is what will contain your training. The more effort you put into one the more you'll get out of the other." She ended her lecture with a deep kiss, lots of tongue and heat. It lasted a minute, and she said, "Let's find someplace with clothes. Or the gnolls, whichever comes first." She giggled.
Aaralon and Camila picked up their only belongings, Aaralon's clothes, which they divvied between them. Camila got his robes, and Aaralon wore his underclothes with a wide rag made from the professor's ruined dress forming a sarong. "Some peoples on the western coast of Namiland wear a very similar fashion, I have heard."
"The men?" he asked.
"Both sexes, Aaralon. And I also hear that they don't wear undergarments at all. Sometimes they have sex in the rice paddies to keep the crops growing strong."
He took off his underwear beneath his sarong. The breeze blowing through felt good, and he smiled. Camila grinned at him as she headed out of the clearing. Aaralon watched Camila's ass swishing back and forth in his robe. It sometimes clung to her body tightly, showing off her curves, and then it would swirl, obscuring her form again.
What next?
