“‘When the doused flames of love get ignited by the spark of a kiss, it will begin… A new year in a school of magicians, filled with several naughty secrets. Some will be revealed...some found out, but most will be kept a secret. But don’t worry...nothing will leak to the outside of this school’s walls’...” Nilsa mused out loud, proud that she had a photographic memory… especially in moments such as these. “I agree, that is a normal prophecy...however, it’s related to Hogwarts...and to my...guilty pleasure...so it’s nothing that should be disregarded. Please inform me if you see any more visions.” Her lips curving into a smile, she leaned in… her breasts straining against the silvery-green robes she wore with pride. “Thank you… Thank you for telling me…” she purred next to his ear. “Why don’t I...reward you…?” Her fingertips stroked down the man’s chest...nails stinging through his robes, but in an unpleasant way. “After all...you did help me out quite a bit, telling me…” Guiding him up onto his feet, Nilsa moved back..only to reach up once she was sitting fully on her desk, fabric pooling around the woman’s slender waist. Underneath the robes, she was wearing a thin scrap of silk… her nipples poking through the material with excitement. “You get to watch…” she whispered, one hand trailing down her stomach...making the robes fall off her hips, and down onto the floor. The silk revealed itself to be a slip, protecting her skin from the robes...and boy, was it sexy as hell.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>One moment, Kristopher was standing across the room, saying that the girl should leave… and the next, he found himself on the floor, looming over that same girl...fangs sinking into tender flesh. The taste of her blood exploded on his tongue, and when arousal heightened its flavor… he moaned, sinking his fangs in deeper while yanking her body up against his. Clothes were shredded somewhere in the process...and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to care. All he could care about was having more of her blood...tasting it, feeding upon its power… In the back of his mind, he knew that he should pull away and stop, push Lyz away… yet he could not do it. Finally...after a few long moments, Kristopher managed to pull himself away, panting, hungry for more. Gold eyes clashed with bluish-grey...and her hands found his hardened cock through his robes, forcing a moan from his lips while she played with the great length. “No…” he growled, his voice gravelly, rich...greedy and pure, undiluted sin. “We… No, I...I can’t…” His muscles trembling against hers, he buried his face into the crook of her bloodied neck, every inch of their bodies meeting.