<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Nys Vendatti</span><br/><strong>Location: Fencing Yard<br/>Tagging: Melda</strong><br/><br/>Ignorant of late meetings in the Library, Nys found himself spending the evening with Melda.  The fencing instructor had led them through a few movements with wooden swords, a boring exercise for anyone with some practice with a blade but an understandable method to identify which students were most likely to impale themselves.  To Nys' amusement, there were several: clearly magic use didn't attract students with decent coordination.  He and Melda had spent the class side by side, discussing their own experiences training and flirting ceaselessly.  Nys hadn't taken his fellow elf in hand again since her first spanking despite a few temptations; still, Melda's periodic glances and flushed cheeks assured him she hadn't forgotten her lesson, and he was fairly certain he could smell her arousal.<br/><br/>Not that he was any less so.  He'd only been a few days without a mistress, but the fact she'd been taken away was far more galling than a simple lack of a partner.  When he removed his jacket and shirt on the edge of the dueling ground to place them carefully folded on a bench, the hardness beneath his loose black trousers was evident.  So, too, was his athletic physique.  Nys would never be called brawny, but his slimness was the result of exercise and diet; lean muscles moved in his  bared upper body as he made a few test swings with his blade.<br/><br/>They'd agreed to a friendly duel, the winner to receive a minor forfeit from the loser.  Neither had been specific about their reward, but enough had been insinuated that Nys felt confident that, win or lose, he'd have his use of Melda before light.  Winning would simply put it on his terms: something, he suspected, that they'd both enjoy more.<br/><br/>Leaning forward on the balls of his feet, Nys grinned at Melda.  "Ready?"