<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/pzHmLiG.jpg)<br/><br/> <br/>(http://i.imgur.com/Ct9gzNL.jpg)<br/><br/> <br/>(http://i.imgur.com/ypohMtZ.jpg)<br/><br/> <br/>(http://i.imgur.com/3dF7lOe.jpg)<br/><br/> <br/>(http://i.imgur.com/Raad9MN.jpg)<br/><br/> <br/>(http://i.imgur.com/nG0uDH4.jpg) </div><br/>Tharja glared at Pipa as she recovered from almost falling off her seat, but she began moving almost immediately, lifting her ass up off the bench and moving the cushion between her thighs.  Pipa didn’t even try to resist smiling as she watched the black haired mage use one hand to hold in the silver shining ball that threatened to pop out of her asshole as the woman re-positioned herself so that the thick bolster in place.<br/><em><br/>“Tch tch tch,”</em>Pipa chided as she headed for the door to the headmistress’s office.<em>“I did say to grind on it.  Don’t dissapoint me now.”</em>Again she received a glare from Tharja, but the woman did in fact begin moving her hips, one hand held near her ass cheeks as she began to follow Pipa’s direction.<br/><br/>With those instructions delivered, she turned and entered the headmistress’s office.  The door shut quietly behind her as she stepped in and her eyes adjusted to the dimmer light.  There were windows in this office as opposed to the ante chamber.  But the antechamber where Tharja was currently grinding the cushion was lit with several clean and bright magelights.  The headmistress’s office was currently lit only by the morning light filtering in through the windows which were covered by sheers, casting the warm in a dim soft glow.  The headmistress looked up from her desk on the raised portion of the room, where she was currently sitting and appeared to be hard at work.  Her desk was covered in scrolls, a few books, and what looked like a stack of papers awaiting her attention.<strong> “Ah Pipa, so good to see you this morning.  Have a seat there by the fireplace, one of the servants brought tea, but I haven’t yet taken a break to sample it.  Be a sweet and pour us each a cup?  I’ll join you momentarily.”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa moved to the trio of chairs that sat near the currently cold fireplace, though she noticed logs stacked in it, ready to be lit if so desired.  There was a fine china tea service sitting on the small table between the chairs with four cups and saucers.  Lifting the lids she identified milk and sugar in the small pots on either side of the warm tea pot.  She poured a plain cup for the headmistress, not wanting to disturb her while she finished her work with a simple question about what she took with her tea, then poured herself a cup.<br/><br/>She sat down in the lovely comfortable leather chair and held her tea cup as she looked around the room.  The bookcases nearest the fireplace were just close enough for her to make out the writing on the spines in the dim light.  It seemed many of the books here were either histories or non fiction about various places across Eden.  Pipa was making an educated guess of course, and she couldn’t read many of the titles as they weren’t written in the common script.  But of those she could several mentioned places she’d at least heard of.<br/><br/>She almost startled when something moved in the corner of her vision and she turned her head to find the headmistress taking a seat in the chair next to her.  The woman moved as silently as a shadow apparently.  If the headmistress noticed Pipa’s start, she said nothing about it as she reached for her cup of tea.  She picked it up and took a ginger sip, Pipa mirroring the woman before mentioning,<em> “I wasn’t sure what you took in your tea headmistress, so I left it plain for you.”</em><br/><br/>The headmistress smiled at her softly and set her own tea back down on the table,<strong> “Oh it doesn’t matter, I can’t taste it anyways.  Well, I should say that I can, but it doesn’t taste like much of anything.  Food, drink, even strong spirits, the taste is as bland as pure rain water in most cases.”</strong>Pipa gasped slightly, another sign of the woman’s time in the dungeon, another sign of her corruption.  She appeared so normal, but then there were things like this.<strong> “Oh don’t be alarmed, my life is not without the joy of taste.  It is just that I only can taste food that my lovers have eaten, when I taste their lusts.  It is not optimal of course, but…”  </strong>She shrugged her black cloak clad shoulders as if it didn’t matter.<br/><br/>She crossed one leg over the other and Pipa saw a few inches of creamy white thigh between the bottom of the woman’s black cloak and her black boots.  At least her cloak was closed today, not distracting Pipa with an overburden of sexy female flesh.<em>“So, you wanted me to come see you again this morning?”</em>Pipa asked hesitantly.<br/><br/>The headmistress nodded,<strong>“Yes, I’ve done a little more research on the woman that I believe was your mother.  Of course the records we have are rather dry, and there isn’t much to study, but any contestant who escapes the dungeon on the reaping level of course becomes quite famous for a while.  Until the world forgets about her of course.  But I mentioned her for a reason.”</strong><br/><br/>She paused and took another sip of tea, the pause hanging between the two made Pipa feel almost anxious.  But then she was setting it back down again and asked,<strong>“You’ve had a little training in magic, geomancy, am I correct?”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa nodded and the woman continued,<strong> “And you’ve trained in primal magic as well?” </strong>The look on Pipa’s face showed the headmistress clearly what she was asking.<strong>“No?  No training in the primal, sex magic, training as an eros mage?”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa looked down into her tea, feeling a bit of heat rise to her cheeks as she answered,<em> “Not really no.  There was a… um… an eros mage in oreford.  He is the one who taught me geomancy.  I didn’t even know he was an eros mage until the night before I left my town to come here.  But he told me then of his work with… sex magic…He uh… he showed me one or two things.  But a single night of it did not leave me with much knowledge.”</em><br/><br/>Truthfully the encounter had seemed to be much more about pleasure then education.  True to his word the mage, Edmund Fairweather, had done nothing to risk her virginity that night but the two of them had shared several enjoyable moments of carnal bliss.  The headmistress nodded,<strong> “No, one night is not much.  I notice that you keep your mons clean of hair, and by the perfect smoothness, I had guessed it was via primal charm magic.” </strong>Pipa nodded as the woman asked,<strong> “The choice to do so is always more popular with those who view the contest at home.  Was it your teacher that taught you this?”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa nodded, then shook her head, then frowned,<em> “Well, it was first shown to me by a friend, earlier in that day.  But master Fairweather made sure I knew the charm well by the next morning.  It is unfortunately the only spell I would say I mastered that night.”</em><br/><br/>Ravensoul smiled slightly,<strong>“I would like you to consider continuing your training.  For obvious reasons no virgin can progress very far in the line of eros mage, but you can learn the fundamentals, and I think that due to your heritage, such skills would serve you well in the dungeon.”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa thought about it for a minute, training in a new discipline, a new type of magic, one that she knew she could not master while retaining her chastity.  It seemed a bit of a daunting task.  She bit her lip slightly before asking,<em> “But would my time not be spent better perfecting the skills I already have?  My geomancy for example?”</em><br/><br/>Headmistress Ravensoul smiled and stood up, raising a finger to indicate that Pipa should wait for her response.  The woman walked up the four stairs to the raised portion of her office and knelt over to dig into the chest that sat on the floor.  She returned a few moments later and set down to chunks of rock, both slightly larger than Pipa’s fist, but seemingly unremarkable.  She nodded at the rocks and said,<strong>“Tell me all you can about these two stones.  Using your magic if you wish or simply your intellect.”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa picked the dark one up first and turned it over in her hands a few times, commenting as she inspected it,<em> “Basalt, sometimes called fire rock, formed when the earth itself boils and breaches the surface.”</em>She closed her eyes and drew upon her magic, pulling in mana from the air around her, focusing it as she’d been taught to do, and then sending her senses out into her hands and into the rock,<em> “This chunk is fairly old, it has seen the air above it for many years.  It was not quarried, it was… scavenged, taken from it’s home.  It is…”</em>Pipa opened her eyes again and looked at the rock again.  Sometimes it was easy to get lost in the song of a stone and she did not want to become too poetic.  She set the stone back down on the table and said,<em>“it is fine grained and strong, it would make an excellent paper weight but not much else.  It is too small to be of much practical use.”</em><br/><br/>Headmistress Ravensoul nodded, and then gestured to the second rock.  Pipa repeated the process picking it up and inspecting it first,<em> “Sandstone, formed of pressure.  It is a common mineral, though not in my home town of Oreford.”</em>She closed her eyes and again drew upon her magic, listening to the stone, “<em>This rock is not quite as old as the basalt, and did come from a quarry, it remembers the men who drug it from it’s earthen bed,”</em>She shook her head,<em>“This piece also would be too small to be of much use I think.”</em><br/><br/>As Pipa set the sandstone down Headmistress Ravensoul asked,<strong> “In your magical skills, have you learned how to mold rock to take a shape you wish?”</strong>Pipa nodded thinking of how with her geomancy she could meld rock as if it were raw clay.  But the woman wasn’t finished,<strong>“and to mold it without touching it?  To create artistic or even beautiful patterns without your hands, using only magic and your thoughts?”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa’s eyes widened, she’d seen her teacher do something like that, but such a thing was beyond her skill.  She could shape rock as if it were clay, but she was somewhat lacking in the artistic talents to create something beautiful.  Likewise she might be able to move the rock without touching it, but there was little chance to actually sculpt rock into any recognizable form without touching it.  To do so would take the skills of a master geomancer, to sing to the rock with her magic, to ask it to take shape itself.  She simply did not have that level of skill, and explained that to Ravensoul.<br/><br/><strong>“All right, I understand,”</strong>the headmistress said,<strong>“using one of the stones, craft something for me.  Something pretty, a statuette perhaps?”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa cocked her head to the side slightly,<em>“as I said I’m no artist miss, I don’t know how good it will be.” </em>The woman simply smiled and Pipa shrugged, willing to try,<em>“What should I make?”</em><br/><br/>Headmistress Ravensoul grinned broadly and said,<strong> “I am partial to birds.”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa took the chunk of basalt in her hands and called upon her magic again.  This time she drew mana deeply, as if taking a deep breath, letting the magic fill her till bursting.  Then she carefully let it flow through her body, into her hands and into the rock.  Opening her eyes she concentrated on the magical patterns as her thumbs and palms of her hand began coaxing the rock into new shapes.  It was difficult and she focused her attention on the task.  Finally gasping out a breath of relief when she finished the task just as her own mana reserves ran out.  She held up the small statuette for the headmistress to examine.<br/><strong><br/>“A guinn!”</strong>the woman said with obvious pleasure in her voice,<strong> “How clever, I would have expected a raven, but I never said what type of bird.  I find guinns to be quite adorable.”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa couldn’t help but smile.  She’d never seen one of the flightless birds, native to only frozen areas, in real life.  But she’d seen drawings and read about them and found them quite adorable herself.  When she told the headmistress so, the woman nodded,<strong>“I could tell I’d like you Pipa.  Now, for the next test, I need to make sure you trust me, and you are going to follow my directions.  All right?”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa agreed, and the headmistress gestured for her to stand,<strong> “Disrobe please.”</strong>Pipa should have felt more surprised than she did, but she was beginning to understand that nudity and sex were inherent parts of this temple.  Still she hesitated and the headmistress frowned slightly before raising her voice a little and snapping,<strong> “Now contestant!”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa practically lept up from her chair and reached up to untie the red wrap dress she wore, letting it drop to her feet.  The headmistress grinned,<strong>“No undergarments today eh?  While I like that I suppose it means I will not get a momento of you when you leave today like I did yesterday morning.  That’s all right.  Now, go take the sandstone and set it on the window ledge and stand before the window and wait for me.”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa hesitatingly stepped out of the dress pooled at her feet and picked up the rock, feeling the blush of embarrassment rising in her unbidden.  She moved to the window and pulled the sheers back ever so slightly, just enough that she could set the sandstone on the sill as she stood there.  Looking down she could see the courtyard below, and see a few women moving back and forth, trailed by acolytes or priests.  She even spotted one bright red shock of hair and recognized Vania, even though the elf was walking away, towards the dining hall for breakfast no doubt.<br/><br/>Pipa startled as she felt warm flesh against her naked back suddenly.  Headmistress Ravensoul was behind her, and Pipa could feel the woman’s breasts pressing into her back as her arms wrapped about Pipa’s waist.  “Open the sheers,” the woman breathed in a throaty whisper into the back of Pipa’s coal dark hair.  Pipa felt the desire to argue, to say that anyone who looked up at the window would see her naked, but she knew any arguments would be moot, so she simply did as she was told.<strong>“Now, shape this rock, but do not touch it.  Use only your mind.  Create something pretty.  But don’t think about it as much, let it flow naturally.”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa closed her eyes and began drawing in mana again, as much as she could possibly hold, and tried to send it to the rock without touching it.  She could feel the sandstone answer her, but not bend to her wishes.  She needed to touch the rock, needed to mold it like clay, needed…<br/><br/>Pipa gasped out loud suddenly, losing her focus, losing her concentration.  Ravensoul’s hands were wandering her body, touching her, caressing her flesh, stroking her skin.<em>“Headmistress,” </em>she stammered,<em> “I..I...I can not focus when you do that.”</em><br/><br/><strong>“So don’t focus,”</strong>the woman answered,<strong> “Enjoy the sensations.  But keep your spell in mind, keep the goal in place, but let your body enjoy this.”</strong>The woman’s hands came up to caress Pipa’s breasts, her fingers stroking lightly, moving closer and closer to Pipa’s peach hued nipples.  Pipa gasped and felt her body responding to the touches.  She wanted more, so much more.  Her hands reached out to grip the windowsill.  She felt the headmistress’s foot inside her ankles, gently nudging her feet apart.  Pipa shifted, her legs spreading as she took a wider stance.  The woman’s breath on her neck, a light kiss on her ear, hands moving, caressing, stroking.  Again a gasp that turned into a moan as her nipples, now rock hard, were pinched and toyed with.  One hand moving lower, the heat of the woman on her back, her fingers gliding along Pipa’s bald mons, then lower, feather light, touching, so wet, stroking, sliding between.<br/><br/><em>“I can’t focus on the spell,”</em>Pipa gasped as she felt the sensations overwhelming her.  The headmistress’s fingers rubbing Pipa’s hard clit.<br/><br/><strong>“Don’t focus on the spell, just keep the goal of it in your mind, hold the essence of the spell, and allow the feelings to rule,”</strong>the headmistress breathed into Pipa’s ear as she rubbed her body against Pipa’s back.<br/><br/>Pipa’s body was inflamed, the feeling of the headmistress’s nipples dragging up and down her back, her fingers pinching the quarter orc’s nipples, and the alternating rubbing of peach hued lips, so damp with arousal with the stroking of her clit.  Pipa gave up trying to focus on the spell and began panting, harder, harder, she ached, needed, wanted, she was close, so close, closer still, right on the edge.<br/><br/>The headmistress breathed into Pipa’s ear,<strong>“You’re going to cum, and when you do, release the spell, let it go, the spell knows where to go, knows what to do.  Are you ready my contestant?”</strong><br/><br/><em>“Y..ye..yes headmistress…. I’m...I’m so close…. Oh… please….please….”</em><br/><br/><strong>“Then,”</strong>she said, taking a moment to lightly lick Pipa’s ear, her fingers pressing and rubbing down on Pipa’s clit,<strong>“Cum.”</strong>The last word came out as a command, but one that was like the string of a bow snapping.<br/><br/>Pipa’s back arched and her fingertips bore down on the window sill as an orgasm rocketed through her body.  It wasn’t the strongest she’d ever had but it was such a relief.  Her spell seemed forgotten, slipping away in the wash of that golden bliss as she came on the headmistress’s fingers.  Her legs shook and she felt them turn to jelly, but the headmistress’s arms wrapped about her waist, helping her bear her weight as well as holding her as a lover might.<br/><br/>Only after Pipa began to come down from the blissful high did she feel the headmistress let go of her and say,<strong> “Look at your statuette contestant.”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa opened her eyes as the headmistress’s arms slipped away and looked down.  At first she didn’t even understand what she was seeing.  Where had the sandstone gone?  She picked up the statuette, turning it about in her hands.  It was as if the shape of a woman writhing in the grips of passion had formed out of the stone.  But she’d never touched the stone, and didn’t know if she could create something this beautiful, this flawless, on her own if she had been melding.<br/><br/>She turned and looked at the headmistress who was just finishing settling her black cloak about her body.<em>“How… how did….”</em>Pipa stammered.<br/><br/>The headmistress raised her fingers to her lips and licked Pipa’s juices from them with a look of obvious delight on her face,<strong>“That is the nature of primal magic, it can be quite powerful in the right hands, and I think you are the type of person who can make good use of it.  It isn’t always about training and knowing the exact spells.  You can use it, use that energy to empower what you already know, empower that which you are familiar with.”</strong><br/><br/>Pipa held the statuette in her hands turning it over and over, still somewhat shocked that she had created it, and still feeling the delightful afterglow of the orgasm the headmistress had given her.  She leaned back, resting olive green buttcheeks against the window sill.  No longer did she care about anyone seeing her below, she was too astounded.<br/><br/>Ravensoul moved back to the chairs and picked up her cup of tea.  She lifted it to her lips but paused and set it back down.<strong>“As I said, I want you to consider training that ability.  I do not need an answer now, but think on it and get back to me.  The sooner the better.”</strong><br/><br/>She licked her fingers one last time and then said,<strong> “Now there was one other matter I wanted to talk with you about.  I’m sure you saw Tharja outside and realize the severity of what she did.  She twisted my words.  I have told her in the past that contestants are to be ushered in when I am working.  However she knew that when I am…. Hmmm….feeding.  Especially when I haven’t in a day or two, my passions make me somewhat insensible.  She purposely placed you in a situation where your virginity was at risk.  In some nations that alone is a crime that is punishable by jail and loss of all status, including her home nation of Paricum.”</strong>Pipa again couldn’t help but think of the tortured mage that was dragged along behind the caravan for days, kept alive magically so he could feel every moment of the torture, only to then have to face trial at the end of the trip.<br/><br/>Pipa nodded her head,<strong> “I find Tharja to be a skilled assistant and well trained, but too eager.  She wants to be a contestant too much for my tastes, and risking your virginity so that she might secure a spot this year rankles with me.  More so, I’m sure she will blame you for today’s punishment, and for that I’m sorry. But you have a choice to make.  I was thinking first of placing her in the Morning bunkhouse, which is on the opposite side of the courtyard from yours, Moonlight.  Just to give her distance from you.  But then I also considered that you might prefer it if she was instead placed in Moonlight with you.  There is an old saying that you should keep your friends close and your enemies closer.  Perhaps if she was in your bunk, you could keep an eye on her, keep her from too much mischief.  Maybe even make her a friend possibly</strong>?”<br/><br/>Whatever the woman was about to say was interrupted by a knock on the door.<strong>“Come in.” </strong>she called.  A handsome young man opened the door and looked in.  The headmistress waved at him, though his eyes slid to the window where Pipa still stood naked and he smiled at her.<strong>“Wait outside for me for just a few more minutes Jonn, I’ll be with you very shortly.  Feel free to start warming up with my assistant, I’m sure you read the note.”</strong>The man nodded and shut the door leaving Pipa alone with the headmistress again.<br/><br/>She shrugged at Pipa,<strong> “Well, it’s time for my breakfast.  You’re welcome to stay and either watch or join in.  I had a big meal last night, so I will be in much more control then I was yesterday morning.”</strong>She smiled and added,<strong>“This is not an honor I bestow upon any contestant mind you.  But I also understand if this morning was a bit overwhelming for you.  Maybe you’d prefer to go get breakfast yourself.  Or if my touch left you warmed up but not fully satisfied, Tharja does have a skilled tongue.” </strong>She smirked and shrugged.<br/><br/>