Forgoing food, rest, and occasionally air, Kleris was single minded on scratching the itch she had deep inside her body and mind, and Marcus was fortunately happy to help.  The morning stretched by for hours at a time, punctuated by their panting, groaning, flesh slapping, and the minotaur bodily using the little human like a posable toy.  It was all she wanted, though, to be engulfed in his hot furry muscles outside and in, her body a vessel for his pleasure and seed, to be coaxed out again and again.  Stories, lore, and the professor’s warnings swam through her head sometimes—when she wasn’t filling it with his manhood—but instead of precautionary tales, they seemed to take the tone of aspirational philosophies of erotic dedication to an external force of nature.  Becoming a slave and toy seemed like a great fate, and she had trouble thinking of any other life one might even try to pursue.<br/><br/>After one last climax, and another, and a few more, they finally did arrive at a lull enough to lay back, snuggle, and talk.  As Marcus spoke about his background and homeland, Kleris was both curious and apprehensive about its history with spirits, death, and necromancy, and studied his aura as well as the study materials around the room.  Both confirmed a focus on conjuration as opposed to necromancy, so perhaps he studied summons or teleportation.  Both were more reassuring than the alternative.  “So what brought you to study at Redhurst, and will you return back home to pursue a career?” she probed.  “I’ve heard of weird necromancy cults and stuff like that, do they have anything like that there?” wondering if this planes-spanning necromancy cult her father was involved with might have any connection to a land of ghosts.  While she asked, she languidly stroked his massive member, partially still in awe of how huge, thick, and meaty It was, even in this relaxed condition, partially in pheromone-induced worship, and partially to put him at ease as she probed his thoughts to get any extra nuance or detail of his answer or what he was thinking in their post-coital reverie.  After several hours, Marcus was in no condition to pay attention to what murmurings or gestures Kleris made as her gesticulations became a lazy arcane handjob.<br/><br/>[Enchanting touch -4 penalty<br/>Bluff 3+18 = 21 vs Sense motive 12-4<br/>Sense motive 6+17=23 replacing Sleight of hand vs Perception 1<br/><em>Detect thoughts</em>DC 19 Will]