Digressions Into Erotica

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“Auronnah! Snap to it, girl! What are you off about?” Celeste whirled around to face her charge. “Star, if you are going to get past this level, you’ll need to concentrate. You must master the basics in order to control your power, innate or otherwise.” But Auronnah was far away, mentally tracking the path of the one she’d called forth, shifting in her seat with anticipation. “He’s coming, Mistress.”

“Who’s coming? Are you speaking of the wish spell, Auronnah? You didn’t actually perform a summons, did you?”

“But Celeste, I can soothe him! Think of the-”

“You’ve no knowledge! Do you not see why I pound these lessons into your head, child?”

Auronnah shoved her hands into her lap and forced herself still.

“Well, we’re just going to have to set this right, little one. This will not do.” Auronnah snapped to attention. “Celeste, no! Please! It’s is nothing I can’t handle!

I’ve stayed well within the realm of my powers, Mistress! I swear it!” She slumped in her seat. “I’m not a child anymore.”

“No, Star. No you’re not. But you are young. It’s over your head. You’re not ready.

That’s all there is to it.”

“Just because I’m not a hundred years old like you!” Auronnah gasped at her own petulance, and fell silent. Celeste moved to stand next to her charge and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“How close is he?”

Auronnah dropped her eyes, but internally sought him out, seeking to buy herself some time. “Just to the woods, Mistress.” Hastily she added, “My thread faded hours ago. I only just now sensed him again, but I no longer have a connection.”

Celeste closed her eyes and went still, hands in the air, fingers spread and extended.

Auronnah watched and waited, holding her breath until her Mistress relaxed.

“I don’t sense him anywhere near.” Celeste worried her hands a moment, then turned to her charge. “To bed with you, little star. You’ll need your strength. Tomorrow we’ll bind the meadow in case he returns.”

***

The creature sensed the proximity of his prey. He tipped his head back and scented

the air, savoring the combined sweetness of the magic and its spell caster. Stretched

before him, the thread thrummed and pulsed, and he felt a gentle prodding in his mind.

She sought him out-tentative fingers of inquiry that touched on his thoughts,measuring his intent. He held his hunger far to the rear of his consciousness, teasingher with only a sliver of his desire.

A different, more assertive sensation touched his mind, and he closed off all accesswith a twitch of an eye. The probe rebounded off his defenses and petered out, a wickin the dregs of its wax.

Lengthening his strides, he crashed through undergrowth and bent saplings in hispath. Her scent was cloying, wrapped around his senses, stoking the fires of hisalready ravenous need. There was light in the distance, and behind it, shadowedmovement. He tasted her in the air.

Heedless of all else, he plunged forward into the night and burst through the finalline of trees. His gait swallowed the field beyond, and he panted and salivated morewith each step.

He swiped at the thread of magic clinging to his chest. The link dropped, barelynoticed as it wafted to the ground, faded to gray, then dissipated completely.

***

Auronnah lay on top of her covers with Celeste’s admonishments still ringing in her head. She strained her ears for the slightest sounds from her Mistress’s room. The lights had long since been extinguished, and the cottage ticked and creaked as it too settled in for the night.

With utmost stealth, and a faint cloaking spell cast under her breath, Auronnah crept out of her room, down the shadowed hall and slipped out the back door. She hit the field at a run, her cheeks already flushed with excitement.

She neared the edge of the clearing, and could feel his power weaving between the line of trees that stretched as far as her line of sight would reveal. Her need carried her forward, so strong and ravenous that she could have traversed the underbrush with eyes closed.

At last she came to rest near the center of the forest, in a clearing washed the palest blue with full-on moonlight. Flowering willows flanked a quiet stream that split the expanse in half. The venue offered both seclusion and numinous air, magical because it was the place where Celeste had found her when she was but a child. It was only fitting that it be the place where she initiated her true power.

Auronnah perched atop a boulder on the western bank and settled in to wait.

***

He’d doubled back and fallen in behind her, his crashing gait now fluid and silent.

The only telltale sign of his presence: the musk that rose from his arousal and hung likea fog about him.

He held back in the shadows and watched her gentle progress, leered at her delicatefeatures, salivated over the scent that saturated his nose. This would be a meal to besavored.

Puzzling, that this lithe creature had the strength to summon him; but in his needfulstate, the thought was a fly buzzing at his ear, and he swatted it away. She drapedherself in wait, and he lunged forth into the clearing. She started at the suddendisturbance, but remained still, eyes closed, a smile playing on her lips. Again hemarveled at her tenacity, and it stirred his loins, almost to a painful state of desire.

***

Auronnah gasped at the rumblings near the edge of the clearing, and the scent that suffused her nostrils sparked thrills through her body. She fought the urge to open her eyes, knowing full well that she didn’t want to see what was coming. If the books were accurate, his visage would strike in her a fear more powerful than her desire, but his sexual prowess was a legend of its own.

His bulk displaced the open air of the clearing, and she felt his heat long before the steely paws closed around her shoulders and lifted her into the air. His talons pressed gently against her fair skin, sending shivers throughout, and a great inhalation sucked at her gown, from sternum to pelvis.

The fabric ripped away, and she was flipped onto the grass, face pressed against the springy turf while a rigid, furry arm held her hips in the air. A thick, hot tongue slathered her exposed nether lips, and she moaned and writhed against the iron grip on her waist.

Near drunk from the heady scent of his secretions, Auronnah braced herself against the turf in anticipation of the beast’s first thrust. The force of his entry all but flattened her. His erection stretched her almost beyond her limits. She cried out, jerking away instinctively, but the beast held her in place, hunched over her and pumped, an exquisite battering ram insisting on entry.

Her body gave way, accommodated his girth, and she rocked back on her knees in time to his thrusts, her supple flesh crashing against his solid wall of fur and muscles.

He gripped her tighter, and Auronnah let loose a yelp when a second phallus swelled from beneath his thick pelt and probed against her backside.