Aurora - Chapter 1 - The Golden Age Of Lithuin - Sex Stories

Aurora - Chapter 1 - The Golden Age Of Lithuin

... figure, thin face with a slight oval shape, a cute nose and small, pouty lips. The archmage had dazzling eyes of cerulean blue, outlined with black liner and shadow.

Mistress Spellsong's hair color changed from day to day, easily altered with a simple spell. Today it was deep purple. Her style changed less frequently. She preferred long hair, ringed at the top of her head with a tiara-like braid. Two thick tufts of her purple locks hung down the front on either side, framing her face and pointy ears.

The elves of Aurora all had pointed ears, though the direction in which they posed differed greatly. Some elf ears pointed up, some down and some, like Leilana's, stuck out sideways, perfectly level. Large, diamond-shaped earrings of gold and black hung from her ears on short gold chains. A matching necklace stretched from the base of her neck to the top of her cleavage. Its shining gold disc was engraved with a massive tree, the emblem of her home kingdom, Erandell. Elvish *********** circled the ornate piece on the outside, lining its full circumference.

Completing her look was the tight, black silky top with golden accents that wrapped around her breasts and torso. It tucked neatly into shiny, black leather pants and glossy black boots with four inch heels. The heels brought her 5'6 frame up to even standing with Aden. They clicked off the hardwood floor as she circled to his front.

“Hey” she spoke, popping into Aden's field of vision. “You're sweating! Easy, ...

... Aden. Remember how I taught you...”

He opened his eyes and looked to the gorgeous mage as his body trembled.

“Yes, Mistress. I'm trying!”

“Don't try so hard. Let it happen naturally. All the best things happen that way” she replied with a wink.

Aden nodded and returned his gaze to the desk. He felt for the energy in the ether and prepared to summon it. He imagined the pencil in his grasp; how its smooth exterior would feel in his fingers. All he had to do was connect the two, but that was easier said than done.

Leilana folded her arms below her bust and watched him intently. She looked to the desk and back to Aden several times as minutes passed. No movement was registered. Finally, she sighed and nudged his outstretched arm with her crop.

“That's enough for now. Let's take a break.”

Mistress Spellsong moved behind the desk, set down her crop and took her seat. Aden followed suit, walking to the armchair at its front and sinking into the plush leather.

“Mistress Spellsong. With all due respect, I don't see the point of this. I'm not even interested in telekinesis. I just want to learn how to heal.”

The archmage's eyebrows rose in haughty amusement. “You can't even move a pencil and you want to control the primal forces of nature? First things first, Aden.”

“I suppose. It just feels... beyond me.”

“It's not. I assure you. Most men can't even touch the ether anymore, but your connection to it is strong. Your potential has been clear since day one. ...