<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/RoDooxQ.jpg)</div><br/><em>“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…”  She shrugged her black cloak clad shoulders as if it didn’t matter.</em><br/><br/>Now the motivations of the headmistress, when she had insisted Pipa leave her panties behind the day before, were clear.<br/><br/>She gave the matter serious consideration as Ravensoul made the case for her to study eros magic more fully in her time at the temple.  When the headmistress requested she use her training in earth magics to form a statuette from the fine, strong basalt, her old, familiar schoolgirl nerves flared up. At the suggestion she sculpt a bird, he mind stalled out, replacing everything she ever knew about birds with an image from her favorite childhood picture book. She hoped the cylindrical, flightless form would prove an acceptable bird, and was very relieved when the headmistress was so evidently pleased.<br/><br/><em>“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?”<br/><br/><br/></em><div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/iLZ68gQ.jpg)</div><em><br/>Pipa agreed, and the headmistress gestured for her to stand, “Disrobe please.”  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, “Now contestant!”</em><br/><br/><br/>A tingle of excitement rose the fine hairs on her arms as she swiftly moved to comply.  It was her anticipation of further sexual encounters that had led her to decide against undergarments, though she felt a twinge of regret on behalf of the headmistress when she noted their absence.<br/><br/><em> “Now, go take the sandstone and set it on the window ledge and stand before the window and wait for me.” </em><br/><br/>When she parted the curtains to position the weighty chunk of rock, and spotted the morning bustle in the courtyard, the thrill of her naked silhouette framed in the window, fought with the modesty she had been expected to practice in her previous life. The idea that any of them might look up and see her; it felt deviant, daring.  When Ravensoul pressed her full, warm breasts against her back and instructed her to further part the sheer curtains, her arguments died on her dry tongue. She did as she was bid, and straightened her back, squaring her shoulders to project the confidence she was working on actually feeling. She was keenly aware of her ass pressing  back against her seductive instructor’s belly and groin as she arched her spine and stood tall.<br/><br/><em>“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.”</em><br/><br/>Pipa put in a wholehearted attempt to concentrate, but it was easily undermined by the caresses the headmistress began to tease and excite her with.  She could feel her wetness begin to form over her bare labia and her nipples tighten under those skilled fingers. Forgetting her posture, she bent forward to grip the sill, and grunted as she strained to concentrate and her feet were nudge further apart.<br/><br/>She kept losing her focus, like her head couldn't keep above the waves of pleasure. She strained to let go and let Ravensoul advise her as she swam in the sea of sensation and mana. The intention and focus of the spell forming like a pearl under the pressure of her building arousal.<br/><br/>When she came, at the command of her mistress, the mana passing through her was released in tandem with the contractions of her quivering pussy. The beautiful transformation of the sandstone was astounding.  So much so, that it was several moments before she realized the headmistress was asking her to make decision regarding Tharja.<br/><br/><em>”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?”</em><br/><br/>Pipa had made plans to continue to tease her a bit on her return to the front of office area. She hadn't considered trying to make friends so much. She wasn't sure how much trouble Tharja could cause her, but probably not overmuch.<br/><br/><em>Whatever the woman was about to say was interrupted by a knock on the door.  “Come in.” 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.  “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.”  The man nodded and shut the door leaving Pipa alone with the headmistress again.<br/><br/>She shrugged at Pipa, “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.”  She smiled and added, “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.” She smirked and shrugged.</em><br/><br/>Pipa sighed pushing off from the window ledge and walking over to where her dress lay on the floor. There was a strong temptation to stay, but she resisted.  “I’ll let Tharja know she's bunking with us in Moonlight.” She smiled a small scheming grin.<br/><br/>“As you will,” Ravensoul told her, Pipa could feel her hungry gaze on her as she dressed. It would be tempting to observe... but she had instructed Tharja to stimulate herself by grinding against a firm bolster maybe 20 minutes before. She was terribly curious about the state of things in the front office, as well as feeling just a little bit sorry for the girl, even if she had dodged a much harsher punishment, and wanted to check in on her. And, she thought it might be nice to catch up with Vania, after having failed to show up at dinner the night before.<br/><br/>Headmistress Ravensoul bade her consider her advice strongly, and send in her breakfast as she opened the doors to go.<br/><br/>There was Tharja still sitting at her desk, still humping the damp velvet bolster, only quicker and with a steady, enthusiastic rhythm. Her right hand was still reaching backward and two fingers were pressed against her sphincter on either side of a silvery string of large round beads that disappeared into her ass. Pipa suspected she was not allowed to expel them of her own volition, and was forced to hold them in place as her pelvis gyrated against the pillow.<br/><br/>What was different about the scene featured a naked man seated on her desk, stroking his penis and occasionally bouncing the hardening rod against Tharja’s nose and forehead. The headmistress’s secretary was leaned far forward with her left hand gripping the edge of the desk for support. She was very busy licking Jonn’s scrotum, lapping away with a rhythm that matched the grinding of her hips, and covering both balls with shining saliva that in turn had covered her face and even shone on the tip of her nose.<br/><br/>Pipa watched as he slapped his dick against Tharja's face and scolded her, a syllable with every smack that she endured, blinking but unflinching as the cock pummeled her cheeks, eyes, nose, and forehead. “You've. been. a. dis.obedient. bitch. Thar.ja.”<br/><br/>Tharja tried to give him a glowering look, but the effect was lessened considerably by her continued licking. Jonn smiled, then acknowledged Pipa for the first time since she had entered the room.<br/><br/>“She’s a schemer,” he said before nodding toward the door, “Is she ready?”<br/><br/>“Oh... oh, yes. She is,” Pipa stammered, trying to look him in the face, and not stare at the cock he had begun idly stroking again, “You're... you're to go in.”<br/><br/>She took a deep breath and willed herself not to blush as he pushed Tharja away with a dismissive,  “That's enough from you for now.”<br/><br/>He grabbed the garment he had thrown over a chair back, but didn't bother to dress, before he walked past Pipa and straight into the inner office. That left her alone with Tharja who glared at her despite the spittle on her face and her jerking hips. As she walked up to the desk, Pipa could smell, as well as see on the bolster, the evidence of her arousal.<br/><br/>“You've gotten quite worked up while I was busy.  Now I want you to show how eager you are to see me this time,” she said as she took Jonn’s place on the desk, hiking her skirt up and spreading her legs to give access to her already slick slit.<br/><br/>“Lick, Tharja,” she ordered with a stern growl. And with no choice, Tharja obeyed. She worked her skillful tongue with precision.  Pipa was gasping and grabbing handfuls of her dark hair to hold her in place  as she came, not two minutes later, and again twice more in quick succession as Tharja was relentless it seemed in a quest to make her cum as much as she could.<br/><br/>Panting, Pipa finally pushed her away. Tharja's wet face was fixed in a pleading,  desperate look as she slid her own juicy cleft over the ruined velvet.  Her arm looked like it must be cramping from reaching to hold in the anal beads, but more than anything she looked desperate to cum.<br/><br/>“You are as good as the headmistress said you were. We're going to enjoy you in the moonlight dorm,” Pipa teased as she climbed off the desk. “But now, I think you're ready to cum for me, Tharja. I don't want you to stop rubbing your pussy on that bolster till you do. But before you cum, you have to pull those beads out of your ass, you aren't allowed to cum until you've pulled the last one.  Do you understand?”<br/><br/>Tharja gritted her teeth and nodded. Pipa could hear her suppressing little squeaks and groans as she began tugging on the beads in her ass. She ground against the cushion even faster and harder as the first bead popped out. Pipa watched her shudder. She took a quick step around and slapped one of her already pink ass cheeks.  “No cumming until you're done,” she warned.<br/><br/>Tharja nodded vigorously,  dark hair clinging to her mussed face. She continued to remove several more beads amid her little groans. She was exhausted and quivering when she finally came, removing the final bead from her stretched ass and slumping forward against the desk.<br/><br/>Satisfied and pleased with her work, Pipa gave her ass another firm slap. Tharja's head rolled to the side and she watched her backside as Pipa practically strutted out of the office.<br/><br/>When she returned to her dorm, it appeared as though everyone was out for breakfast, all the bunks with claimants appeared empty. Atop her bunk there sat a soft package neatly wrapped in paper. She picked it up, and found another, much smaller bundle underneath.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/kZFIW0b.jpg)</div><br/>Inspecting the small package first, she found wrapped in a scrap of linen what appeared to be small clothes made from leather and leather lacing, with a note from Ursak instructing her to wear them for ‘peavta’s wrestling lesson’ to take place ‘...after her morning meal in the place of our meeting.’<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/i4xGSc8.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/qYPWB4E.jpg)</div>Inside the larger parcel, were two more fine garments, presumably from her gnomish seamstress. They included loose fitting skirt with a deep leg slit and a tight linen top for training in, as well as a beautiful ivory silk kaftan dress. It was beaded down the bodice with opals. When she held it before her, she could almost hear them whispering to her of their home in the earth where they had shown without light.<br/><br/>Having taken a moment to admire everything,  Pipa proceeded to figure her way into the clothing Ursak had given her, if there was enough of it to call clothes. She felt like she might have achieved the same effect with a couple of lengths of rope. Though she supposed that was more-or-less the point. She did find the combination of constriction and exposure exciting.<br/><br/>Vania gave a little cough as she walked in and caught Pipa admiring her scanty leather garments. “Ah, hey, Pipa! I was starting to worry about you. You didn't come to dinner or breakfast.”<br/><br/>Pipa gave her a warm smile, feeling a touch awkward she grabbed her training garb and began putting it on over her leathers.  “I ate early, before seeing the headmistress.”<br/><br/>“That's just as well, everyone else has eatten now,” was Vania’s chipper response.<br/><br/>“Everyone's eaten? Blast my bedrock, I've got to get to the training yard to meet Ursak.”<br/><br/>Vania looked a little crestfallen, so Pipa attempted to cheer her little friend. “Come with me and tell me about the contestants I don't know yet. I'll tell you what I did this morning.”