<em>Four days away from Great Forks by boat</em><br/><br/><br/>The Auspicious Savant had planned a busy evening.    She'd spent the prior day gathering Acorns and shopping, and that night casting her spell.   It had been a very taxing affair, as it required a large amount of essence.    As such, she'd taken the luxury of sleeping in while waiting for Marek to return from his shopping trip in Great Forks.<br/><br/>She was laying happily in her bed, listening to the soothing sound of rippling water.   While it was by no means hidden, the bulk of her manse was built beneath the ground where it served as a recharge area for an Aquefer.     The entrance to the building was shaped like an enormous Dragon's head, and a river large enough to sail a large boat into poured from the mouth.      Hence, the sound of water was a constant, though it never rose beyond a soothing trickle.<br/><br/>Her revere was interrupted, however, by the elated cries of a young girl bouncing through the chambers of The Savant's home.<br/><br/>"Maaaaareeeeek!!!" the voice squealed with glee, rousing the Twilight from her slumber.    This noise obviously meant that Marek had returned, which meant that there was now work to be done.<br/><br/>The lithe red-head rose from her covers and ran her fingers through her hair.    Pale, white skin covered her thin, athletic frame, exposing the taught, well defined muscles that lay underneath.   Soft, pink nipples sat perfectly placed in the middle of each of her perky, full breast and not a speck of stray body hair could be found on her flawless form.     Her beauty was was far beyond remarkable, and it was for this reason that when she chose to accompany Marek in the form of a female, she often wore a veil, to avoid attention.<br/><br/>Marek, however, prefered that she not wear it.   He was a good man, but he was also the product of Dynasts, and he got kicks out of the envious looks that other men (and women) would give when she was out with him.<br/><br/>The Twilight made her way to her closet and dawned only her armor, which consisted of green spider-silk robe, which she drapped around her naked frame.    Then, she made her way out of her bedroom and through the manse towards the Main hall.<br/><br/>The room was large and circular, as it was designed for accommodating large projects.   The river flowed right into the center of it, as well as a paved walk-way along the river's bank.     There she found Peony in the arms of Marek, who had her hoisted up in the air and was spinning her around.    The child's dark pony-tails flew about on their own accord, and she was giggling madly as the tall, broad shouldered man grinned and whirled her about.<br/><br/>There was no mistaking the man for a Child of Daana.    His skin had a distinct clear-blue hue, and he smelled like a fresh mountain spring.    His black hair flowed like the darkest ocean depths, and his eyes were deep pools of blue that were easy to get lost in.<br/><br/>The Savant watched as Marek sat the girl down, and she almost instantly asked, "Did you get me anything?"    It was a typical question of young girls.   Peony couldn't have been older than eleven or twelve.    The truth of the matter was, no one quiet knew exactly.<br/><br/>"Uh huh," Marek chuckled as he pulled his pack off his shoulder and kneeled in front of her.   After a little bit of shuffling he produced a pretty little rag-doll that had a hairstyle that closely resembled the girl's.    Peony let out another delighted squeel and took the doll in one arm while hugging Marek tightly with the other.   "Oh thank you!  Thank you, I love it!"<br/><br/>The Dragonblood responded by ruffling her hair.     As he did, he cast a glance towards the Savant and smirked.   Even so, he still addressed the girl, and they engaged in a bit of small talk until Marek sent Peony on to finish her studies.<br/><br/>Once the child was gone,  and safely in the capable hands of Marek's retainer, Paxton, the Son of Daana and the Savant  began walking back towards her chambers.<br/><br/>"I can smell her on you, you know," the Twilight growled, though it half-sounded as if she might be teasing.<br/><br/>"What?" Marek replied, feigning ignorance.  "I don't know what you're talking about."<br/><br/>The Twilight smirked as he turned towards him while stepping in front of him.  She grabbed the edges of his jade-plate armor and slammed him up against the door of her chamber and stuck her face right next to his jaw.   Her nose brushed underneath his ear lobe.  "Don't you play coy with me," she purred as one of her hands ran down the man's stomach.  "Who was she?" the Savant growled as she took Marek's soft lower lip between her own full lips.<br/><br/>Marek let out a content sigh as he felt her breath, and his hands instinctively fell to the woman's hips.  "Mmph," he muttered as his lower lips stretched slightly at the Twilight's attention.  "I don't think you'd know her, Quinn," he offered as he pressed his lips hungrily against hers.<br/><br/>Very few people called her by her real name.   She simply didn't allow it with most, because there was power in a true name.<br/><br/>However, with Marek she didn't mind. The Savant giggled slightly as she reached back and opened the door, causing both to nearly tumble through.  "Oh?   I bet it was that little bar wench,"  she offered in her sultry voice as she urged Marek towards the bed.<br/><br/>"Actually it was..."<br/><br/>Marek never finished his sentence.     In that moment, both he and Quinn were overcome.     She felt Marek's cock grow rock hard against her, and her thighs became slick and wet.   She threw him down on the bed and strattled him.<br/><br/>"Ooo," Marek coo'd in a confused manner as Quinn crawled on top of him and produced a small acorn from the pocket of her robes.  "What was that?"<br/><br/>"Just shut up and eat the damned acorn," Quinn growled, and she shoved the nut into the man's mouth while grinding wantonly against his hard cock.    As he chewed, she shed the robe she was wearing, so that she was fully exposed to him.<br/><br/>And then, as quick as it had come, the urge subsided, leaving her wanting more.   It was frustrating, nearly infuriating.    It was replaced with something new.    It was a want to go south.  It was over-whelming, but she wasn't quiet dressed for travel just yet.   And besides, she had started something that she intended to finish.  So she did the next best thing and went down instead.<br/><br/>((Fade to black, and using the Spawning of Monsters.  I think the diff on the roll is 3.   If so, I'll sux it to death with the 2nd excellency.))<br/><br/>