A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)
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				Title: <strong>A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 00:14:59</strong>
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				Peter O'Neal was elated. He was a senior in college, a European Medieval History Major, looking into the Archaeological side of things, and he had been given the oppurtunity of a life time: to help excavate a perfectly preserved Castle in Scotland that had just been discovered. Which is where he found himself now. The Castle was located in a densely wooded area with no signs of any surrounding life. The nearest village was a good hour drive away, such was the location. He was suprised it hadnt been discovered before, but according to a geological survey, this area was usually covered in mist or rain clouds, so the castle was hard to see by air. And with no one living anywhere near, it hadnt been seen by foot either. The odd thing was that everything in the Castle was perfectly preserved, as though people still lived there.<br><br>Being a student still, Peter was tasked with examing the Eastern Tower which seemed to house servant quarters on the lower level, and some nodescrpt rooms - some devoid of all forms of furniture - and what seemed like relatively unimportant rooms and items. A small base camp had been set up in the courtyard of the castle, including tents with cots so they could live on sight. And keep an eye on things so treasure-hunters wouldnt ruin things.<br><br>Peter found himself in a somewhat simple yet elegant room of what he imagined was a womans room. Judging by the the ornaments and color of the bed, it was a woman. Not to mention the nightstand with a comb and other such things. He had spent most of the day looking around the rest of the Castle, and getting to know his colleagues. He was warned that some traps were still armed, so he was to be carefull. He opened up a drawer by the beside and found a book, wrapped with a leather string to bind it closed. Wearing gloves, he carefully opened it to the first page. It seemed to be written in Old English. He pulled out a pad of paper and began to copy the writing down, word by word, ending up sitting on the bed. An hour passed and his eyes became droopy, before his exhaustion and jet lag took over and he fell asleep, the journal falling open on the bed beside him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 01:57:25</strong>
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				She sighed quietly, not looking forward to the coming session.&nbsp; With careful script, Kathrain completed the entry in her personal diary.&nbsp; She was quite detailed when it came to outlining future sessions with her apprentice; and the results of those, usually failed, sessions.&nbsp; He had begun to loathe her, that she knew.&nbsp; And yet, Mark O'Neal had more potential than any other student she'd ever worked with.&nbsp; He could become a great Magus if only he would apply himself.<br><br>Another sigh signaled the conclusion of her outline.&nbsp; Today she would again require young Mark to open a portal from the training room to his own room in the castle.&nbsp; Until he'd perfected it, she wouldn't let him move on.&nbsp; He had so much potential... so much wasted potential, she noted.<br><br>Perhaps her irritation would have been less felt if he weren't also attractive.&nbsp; Power and looks... wasted.&nbsp; She would not engage in any relations with an apprentice.&nbsp; That was crude and beneath her.&nbsp; While she may not have been a noble, Kathrain Morag Ferguson would never reduce herself to the level of the common folk.&nbsp; She was a woman of taste.&nbsp; And, she had attained her level of magical mastery at a very young age.&nbsp; <br><br>She rose from her bed, tying the leather-bound journal and sliding it back into her bedside table drawer before drawing her silver-gray robes about her.&nbsp; Long, dusky red hair had been plaited and piled loosely atop her head, held in place with a pair of alabaster combs.&nbsp; She left her room, striding toward the work room where she would meet with her greatest challenger.&nbsp; <br><br>---<br><br>"Yes, Mr. O'Neal.&nbsp; Again.&nbsp; Open the portal and do it properly this time.&nbsp; The slightest error and you will be reduced to Neophyte status!&nbsp; Again!"&nbsp; She had reached the end of her rope.&nbsp; He continued making stupid mistakes just because he was unwilling to research every detail.&nbsp; He was lazy.&nbsp; And there was a chance, she knew, that he acted so just to irritate her.&nbsp; It worked.<br><br>Again the young mage opened the portal.&nbsp; Except, instead of opening it into his room, he'd opened it into hers.&nbsp; The portal was solid and well formed, but the willful disobedience infuriated her.&nbsp; She stood before the portal, glared at Mark and in cold, devistating words she consigned him to death.&nbsp; Well, death for a mage.<br><br>"From this point on, O'Neal, your power will be useless to you.&nbsp; You will not again begin or end any spell, no matter how simple or complex, until I have awakened the knowledge with you... or your direct line."&nbsp; <br><br>The binding was bad enough, but the threat of no mercy until he wed and produced an heir, that was enough to make him regret his laziness.&nbsp; Seeing the hurt and shock upon his face, she stepped through the portal into her room, closed it behind her and stalked to the window that would grant her the coveted view of cloud-shrouded rolling hills.&nbsp; <br><br>Kathrain drew in a deep breath, folding her arms over her chest as she opened the old and worn wood shutters.&nbsp; She exhaled slowly as her eyes took in the thick grayness.&nbsp; This thick, she couldn't even see the ground.&nbsp; She loved it like this.&nbsp; She was here in her tower, floating above the rest of the world.&nbsp; She would leave Mark to stew in his inability to perform any magic... at least for a week.&nbsp; For now, she would breathe in the dampness of her most beloved home.&nbsp; Glorious Scottland.&nbsp; It was hers to love.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 02:06:11</strong>
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				Peter was awakened by the sound of a sigh and light filtering in through the now open curtains. He had fallen asleep and now some one had come in to check on him and found him in such a manner! "I'm sorry i feel asleep reading this journal..." he said, not even looking towards the window where the intruder stood. "I, uh, didnt know anyone else was working in this tower other then me." He turns to see who it was that had entered and his eyes widen. Whoever it was, she was dressed in a rather unusualy outfit. He himself was wearing jeans and a button down shirt, his dark black hair cut really short. "I um, i dont think we've met?" The glare from the window prevents him from seeing anymore then the outline of her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 02:25:47</strong>
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				She spun away from the view upon hearing her apprentice's voice.&nbsp; Her quarters were off limits to all but her most trusted servants.&nbsp; How dare he... Her internal rant spiked as she saw her journal open on the bed.&nbsp; Such an intimate betrayal.&nbsp; She was going to flay his hide and have his head piked before the castle gates.<br><br>Kathrain raised her eyes to lambast her apprentice.&nbsp; When she saw his face it was right.&nbsp; The voice was right.&nbsp; But the clothing... the clothing was wrong.&nbsp; His words were wrong.&nbsp; His hair was wrong, and darker.&nbsp; What was going on?&nbsp; Where were his robes?&nbsp; And why was he here, like this?<br><br>"The devil!"&nbsp; she accused.&nbsp; <br><br>She drew power into her, feeling the ancient sources under her very tower, the power rose up in her as if it had been dormant for centuries, erupting into her at her summons.&nbsp; Her robes began to fan out and billow about her, as if swayed by a non-existant wind.&nbsp; Her face took on a faint glowing quality, as if she were being lit from within.&nbsp; Her voice was harsh and demanding as she held power tightly in check.<br><br>"What are you doing in my private chambers?&nbsp; Reading my private scribings?&nbsp; How dare you disguise yourself in these filthy garments.&nbsp; Mark Patrick O'Neal, explain yourself!"<br><br>Though she looked furious, she was also scared.&nbsp; This didn't feel right.&nbsp; Something was wrong and she was afraid of this unknown situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 02:34:49</strong>
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				As he saw her robes flare up around her and her face start to glow, he scampered backwards in fear. This was no ordinary woman! Come to think of it, he hadnt seen her at the meeting they held before driving out her. Any further thought was cut off as he realised he had run out of bed - falling to the floor and disappearing from her view. He poked his head up from the safety of the bed and looked at her, the whites of his eyes showing. How did she know his last name? But the rest of the name was wrong. It did sound strangely familiar...his grandfather was a Patrick Henry O'Neal...<br><br>"I, uh, dont know what you are talking about! My name is Peter Morgan O'Neal! And who the hell are you?" He shouts back at her, confusion crossing his face. What was going on?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 02:46:24</strong>
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				She shook her head, watching him.&nbsp; With tremendous will, she forced herself to calm down.&nbsp; She lowered her arms to her sides, the wind about her dying down as she did.&nbsp; She still seemed to thrum with power and there was an incandescent light to the room now, though she was no longer glowing.&nbsp; Her green eyes were bright and intense, but no longer directly threatening.<br><br>As he peeked over the bed once again, she shook her head again.&nbsp; Though her words were heavy, her voice was almost musical, lilting.<br><br>"These are my private chambers.&nbsp; Why are you here?&nbsp; I left you in the work room.&nbsp; Your portal..."&nbsp; She growled.&nbsp; "... failed."<br><br>Then she quirked her head, his words finally registering, as if they'd had to filter through mud first.&nbsp; "Peter Morgan?&nbsp; No, you are my..."&nbsp; She frowned, confusion taking over what once was anger and fear. <br><br>Kathrain turned her attention to the torches on the walls, flickering the fingers of her right hand.&nbsp; The ages old wood and tar lit after only a moment.&nbsp; She took in a deep, calming breath, then exhaled slowly.&nbsp; She moved to the bed, grabbing up her private journal, then looking at the words he'd copied onto his notebook.&nbsp; <br><br>"I will not hurt you now, Mark.&nbsp; Tell me what you did to the portal."&nbsp; She was still angry, but the thrum of power was ebbing.&nbsp; She actually looked almost approachable.&nbsp; Almost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 02:50:26</strong>
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				He scampered backwards across the fall when she approached, standing up when he reached the wall. He watched in fascination as the hallway torches lit up, though no match was put to them. There were a few electrical lights further down the hallway, which would serve to light his way back down the tower to the courtyard. He looked from her to the torches.<br><br>"How...how did you do that?" He flicked his fingers in the manner she had at the torches, but nothing happened. "Are you guys trying to play a hoax on me? I mean, i know i'm the new guy, still in college and all, but seriously? This is starting to freak me out. And stop calling me Mark! Like i said, my name is Peter."
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 03:40:03</strong>
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				She looked at him, head tilted to the side, eyes narrowed.&nbsp; "You don't know who I am?"&nbsp; <br><br>She was surprised when nothing happened to the torches.&nbsp; Though she'd thrown the binding spell at her apprentice, there was no way he could have gotten to her room and in these strange clothes and...&nbsp; She stopped her thoughts, finally really focusing on the man leaned up against the wall.&nbsp; He didn't know anything about her.&nbsp; He'd never seen her before.&nbsp; At least, he'd never been in her presense before.<br><br>She frowned again, stood from the bed and strode to the hallway.&nbsp; She looked at the odd lights.&nbsp; She shook her head and moved further down the hall.&nbsp; Something wasn't right.&nbsp; After going only half way she stopped, turned around and went back to her chambers.&nbsp; <br><br>There was dust everywhere.&nbsp; The bathing pool in her bathing chamber looked as if it hadn't seen water in hundreds of years.&nbsp; She frowned.&nbsp; Fear crept in at the fringes of her awareness, but she pushed it away.&nbsp; Kathrain returned to the main room, fixed Mark... Peter, <i>horrid name</i> with an intense stare.<br><br>"When is this?&nbsp; When in time?&nbsp; What year is it?"&nbsp; Again the fear attempted to crawl inside her mind; and again, she pushed it back.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 03:50:26</strong>
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				Peter nodded his head. He didnt know who she was, or where she came from. Something strange was happening here. <br><br>"Its April the ninth, 2006." He looked at her. "What year did you think it was?" He took a step away from the wall, but kept his distance from her. Something about her warned him that he might be in danger yet.
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 04:11:14</strong>
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				She stared at him, dumbfounded.&nbsp; Her voice was quiet, a whisper, almost a plea.&nbsp; <br><br>"Two thousand six?"&nbsp; She stared at him for a long time, then closed her eyes and sank to the floor in a heap.&nbsp; <br><br>A faint sound of a sob could be heard, though whether it was actually tears or simply a non-verbal exclamation was unclear.&nbsp; When she finally did look up again, there was something odd on her face.&nbsp; It wasn't an obvious emotion, not despair or sorrow or loss, but there was something there.&nbsp; She looked fragile, vulnerable and lost.<br><br>"Seven hundred and fifty years.&nbsp; That's not possible.&nbsp; That... it... he... "&nbsp; She shook her head again.&nbsp; "You must be his grandson.&nbsp; Many generations later grandson."&nbsp; She was mumbling to herself, speaking aloud but without any specific focus.&nbsp; "When he built the portal he must have been projecting time and he was so frustrated with my holding him back and I bound him."<br><br>At that, her eyes shot open wide and she locked her gaze upon Peter.&nbsp; "I bound his magic.&nbsp; He can't tell me what he did.&nbsp; I can't reverse it.&nbsp; I'm..."&nbsp; she closed her eyes, once again dropping her head.&nbsp; "I can't go back."&nbsp; this time there was despair in her voice.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 04:27:49</strong>
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				He nods his head and does the math backwards. He looks at her again. "You mean you're from...13th Century? Thats not possible!" He exclaims, looking at her in disbelief. Now that the eerie glow was gone, she was rather appealing. But he had bigger matters on his hand. "Are you sure you arent a local or something? Maybe a little...crazy?"
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 05:57:11</strong>
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				She snapped her head up, anger in her eyes.&nbsp; Yet before the first words were out of her mouth, the anger was gone.<br><br>"Of course I'm local."&nbsp; She closed her eyes, her hands resting, palms up, in her lap.&nbsp; "Yes, I'm a local, as you say." she shook her head slowly.&nbsp; "I was born here.&nbsp; I've lived my whole life here.&nbsp; I am part of the magic of this place.&nbsp; I was training my apprentice..."<br><br>Kathrain looked up, meeting Peter's eyes.&nbsp; "Your ancestor.&nbsp; His name was Mark Patrick.&nbsp; And he had more potential than anyone I'd ever known before."&nbsp; She shakes her head again, as the situation comes into focus in her mind.&nbsp; It's impossible, but she's here.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am Kathlain Morag Ferguson; Grand Mage of Castle Ferguson.&nbsp; This is my tower, my bedchamber.&nbsp; And here you are."&nbsp; <br><br>Then a sorrow-filled look entered her eyes.&nbsp; "Where is my father?&nbsp; My family?&nbsp; Where are the guards?"&nbsp; She fretted her fingers, still not quite having the strength to rise, but having too much energy to remain still.&nbsp; "My family... if they aren't here... where are they?"<br><br>She looked more lost than before, a terrible emptiness crawling into the pit of her stomach.&nbsp; There was so much dust, so much time had passed.&nbsp; And there hadn't been anyone here for a long, long time.&nbsp; She could feel the emptiness of the castle around her.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 13:48:31</strong>
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				Peter looked at her. Magic? Family? Guards? Castle Ferguson? What was going on.<br><br>"No...I, uh, no one lives here anymore. Judging by everything we've found so far, its been a couple hundred years since anyone has lived here." She sounded too serious for this to be a prank on him. "I hadnt got to translating the journal so i dont know what happened or whose bedchamber this is." He paused, looking her over. "What did you mean about magic?"
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-04-2006, 20:51:46</strong>
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				She watched him, her eyes flickering from confusion to anger to fear to despair in rapid succession.&nbsp; With a deep sigh she forced all the emotion to the farthest outskirts of her awareness, straightened her shoulders, raised her head and spoke.&nbsp; Her voice was calm and controled and there was an air of nobility about her, even as her silver-gray robes fanned out around her lower body; she didn't bother standing.<br><br>"Again, my name is Kathrain Morag Ferguson.&nbsp; This place," she indicated the room and the castle as a whole with a sweep of her arm.&nbsp; "... is Castle Ferguson, owned and resided in by Clan Ferguson for too many generations to count.&nbsp; This room is mine... or was." a moment of self doubt colored that statement.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed faintly, difiantly pushing back the emotion once again.&nbsp; "That is my private journal and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't be so rough with it.&nbsp; Is there nothing of privacy in your time?"<br><br>She snorted before continuing.&nbsp; "Magic... it is my blood, my life, my soul.&nbsp; It is what has kept this place in such perfect condition."&nbsp; She looked into his eyes.&nbsp; "I am a master of my craft and can use it at will without those foolish incantations and petty spell work.&nbsp; Your many-times-great grandfather, Mark Patrick O'Neal was my most promising apprentice."&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; "He did something wrong during our last session.&nbsp; And I am trapped here, unable to return to my own time unless he detailed his every motion, thought and action in his own journal."<br><br>Her voice attained a hard, angry edge, though it was more frustration than anything else.&nbsp; "I doubt he did so, however, as he had always been lazy with his background and research."&nbsp; <br><br>She shook her head, then looked into Peter's eyes, her own intense but slightly softer than before.&nbsp; "If you are his true, direct descendant, as you appear to be, you may have his abilities in your blood."
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 13:35:23</strong>
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				"This is a historic site - i was simply copying it down so i could translate it later. We dont know much about who lived here, since we've only started to excavate it ourselves so we will find out in due time." She was a loony. That had to be the reasonable explanation for this if it wasnt a hoax. Especially all this talk about magic - every one knows that magic doesnt exist. <br><br>"I am sorry for disturbing your chambers but was i was assigned to this tower. You do know that Magic is just stuff of legends and written about in Fantasy Books?"
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 20:14:27</strong>
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				She watched him as he spoke.&nbsp; It took time for his words to sink in, as they were similar to her own, but not the same.&nbsp; Some of his terms were completely lost on her, but she got the gist.&nbsp; She sighed quietly, closing her eyes to compose herself.&nbsp; When she opened them again she looked upon him with patience.<br><br>"First, Peter, I will tell you what I've written, if you so desire it.&nbsp; Select a passage in the book and I will tell you what I wrote.&nbsp; If that doesn't convince you, then give me quill and ink and I shall write what you tell me to, giving you proof that those words," she pointed to the book, "are in my hand."<br><br>Kathrain then addressed the question of magic.&nbsp; "How shall I further prove that magic is not a thing of legend and fantasy?&nbsp; Were the torches not enough?"<br><br>She didn't move from her place, seeing that he was still a bit wary of her.&nbsp; She too was wary, but in a different way.&nbsp; Her life had been stolen from her, and her family too.&nbsp; She owned this castle and he was telling her she didn't.&nbsp; <br><br>"Who is 'ourselves'?"&nbsp; She frowned, realizing that he was indicating others.&nbsp; Perhaps those who were more familiar would know what had happened to her family, to her people.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 22:50:05</strong>
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				He listens to her. She sounded pretty certain about things. Maybe this wasnt a hoax afterall. And he couldnt logically explain the torches either. So there was no need for her to prove the writings were hers. And the whole thing about the portal - well that came straight out of a science fiction book. But she sounded so...sincere about she was saying, that she actually believed in it too.<br><br>"Theres a research team here - i am part of it though the youngest by far. Like i said, this Castle was only recently discovered here in Scotland and we're here to examine the contnets. I thought that everything was well preserved." He was beginning to relax now that they were talking and trying to figure things out. "But i dont think they'd take your appearance or story very likely. There is no such thing as Magic...though i cant explain how you lit the torches with the flick of your hand."
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>11-04-2006, 23:37:08</strong>
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				A deep breath filled her lungs then left as she reminded herself to be calm.&nbsp; The situation was very frightening.&nbsp; Put a wizard throwing lightning bolts at her, a fire-breathing dragon and a child making things whirl and twirl through a hurricane of unknown magical power in the same room and she could handle them all.&nbsp; But here, where her home was no longer her home and her student was no longer her student... she was afraid.<br><br>She looked at Peter for a long moment, then nodded her head.&nbsp; "I'm going to reach out to you, magically.&nbsp; The feeling will be similar to a tingle along your spine and possibly a brief thrum in your head."&nbsp; she pointed to her forehead, at the temples.&nbsp; "I need to release your awareness of magic in order to let you feel what others of my kind can feel; to let you feel what your ancestor felt."<br><br>She waited, not moving anything more than her eyes and lips.&nbsp; "Will you allow this?&nbsp; Will you accept my magical touch?"<br><br>She had sworn an oath, long ago... much longer ago now, to never use her power upon any human without their permission, tacit or stated.&nbsp; If they were severely wounded, tacit permission was enough for her to magically heal them, but she usually only did so when the body or mind gave permission.&nbsp; She would not touch Peter, or use her magic again, in his presense, without his permission.&nbsp; That was her way.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-04-2006, 23:27:22</strong>
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				What could it hurt? He thought. She had obviously lost her marbles and was probably some crazy woman who had managed to escpe the looney bin. But that didnt explain everything. And everyone knew there was no such thing as magic, so why not let her try? He shrugged his shoulders in response to himself. <br><br>"I, um, sure. Yes - you can reach out to me. Are you sure it wont hurt or cause any damage?" Why not play along with her? Something was tickiling the back of his head though. The torches - and the light - how had those happened? He hadnt seen any hidden lights or anything, unless some one snuck in while he was sleeping. But why go to such a length to play a hoax on him? Things were definately...odd.
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 00:09:58</strong>
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				She smiled thinly.&nbsp; He sounded so much like Mark... so much.&nbsp; And it took a great amount of will to not slap him for his patronization.&nbsp; Still, he would soon see what she was talking about.&nbsp; His world was about to change with nearly as much force as hers had.&nbsp; <br><br>"Very well.&nbsp; And no, it won't hurt, not with pain.&nbsp; You will begin to feel a gentle tingle moving along your spine from your arse to the top of your neck.&nbsp; That tingle with intensify until it becomes a warmth.&nbsp; It should be mild, like holding your hand six inches from a candle flame... just barely felt."&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled gently.&nbsp; This explanation was something she'd gone through a myriad times before.&nbsp; It was wrote for her.&nbsp; Every new apprentice had to go through this little lecture, though those apprentices were usually five years old when they heard it.&nbsp; She smiled again, then continued her explanation.<br><br>"Once the warmth reaches the top of your neck, depending on how strong the magic is within you, you may feel a tingle beginning between your eyes." she indicated her own temples.&nbsp; "If you have a tremendous potential for magic, as I suspect you do, the heat will grow there until it is very warm.&nbsp; Like holding your hand only an inch from a candle flame.&nbsp; If you feel it getting hot, painfully so, you must, absolutely must, close your eyes and picture an empty, dry valley.&nbsp; As you feel the heat, imagine that valley filling with water, slowly."<br><br>She watched him for a moment, to make sure he heard what she said.&nbsp; "If you don't imagine the dry valley and water filling it, the pain will grow until you black out.&nbsp; It could fracture your mind and I don't want that to happen."&nbsp; Again she made sure he was hearing her.&nbsp; "When the heat fades, the water will stop flowing into the valley.&nbsp; Then you need to tell me how large the lake is."<br><br>When she had received confirmation that he'd heard her, whether he would actually do as she instructed or not, she then nodded and closed her eyes.&nbsp; She breathed in deeply, tapping into the magic deep beneath them.&nbsp; Slowly, gently, she reached out to him.&nbsp; Kathrain sent a tendril of power outward from her, forming it with her mind, pushing it toward him until it made contact with his body.&nbsp; <br><br>Peter would feel a touch, gentle, loving and almost sensual, moving from his fingers up his arm, to shoulders.&nbsp; Like water flowing around and through him, this tactile sensation would begin at fingertips and end only when it had comletely enclosed him.&nbsp; Only then would he begin to feel the tingle at the base of his spine.&nbsp; The tingle would move slowly, very slowly, crawling up his spine one fraction of an inch at a time.&nbsp; The warmth would come afterward, as she'd promised, finally beginning to fill the space of his forehead between his temples.<br><br>---<br><br>When the process was completed and he was opened to the magic around and beneath him, and that within his own body, Kathrain would open her eyes and look upon him.&nbsp; "Now." she said in a faint whisper that might have seemed loud in his ears.&nbsp; "How large is that lake?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 16:15:03</strong>
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				He listens to her. She sounded very convincing. But what is magic truly existed? It was the only way to explain the glow of her face, the torches in the hallway, and how perfectly preserved this place was. Perhaps there was more turth behind it then he knew. He nods his head to tell that he understands what she says. Why not? If there wasnt such a thing as magic, then there was nothing to fear. But then why did his mouth turn suddenly dry, and his nerves stand on end? He waited for her to speak the magic words, but was suprised when he started to feel a warming, tingling sensation in his finger tips. He looked down at them, trying to see what was causing it, but as he did so the sensation began to move its up his arms. His mouth dropped open in suprise.<br><br>It felt like the caress of a lover, trailing her fingertips over his skin, brushing it only enough for the hairs and nerves to just pick up the sensation. It made his hairs stand on end. It moved from his arms into his shoulders, then show downwards towards his legs, over his chest and abs. It moved more slowly to the center of his chest and his neck, fully taking over his body as it reached his toes at the same time it reached the top of his head. He believed now.<br><br>Then the new, more firm sensation of a tingle began at the bottom of his spine. It began to crawl up his spine, like a sloth climbing a tree, growing ever so slowly warmer as it neared his neck.&nbsp; As it reached the nape of his neck, the heat begin to concerntrate in the middle of his forehead, and started to feel more like a headache then anything as it continued to grow warmer. <em>If you feel it getting hot, painfully so, you must, absolutely must, close your eyes and picture an empty, dry valley.&nbsp; As you feel the heat, imagine that valley filling with water, slowly...</em> Her words floated in the back of his mind.<br><br>Close your eyes. Close your eyes...! He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on blankness before remembering to picture a dry valley. At the far end of the valley was a waterfall, a slow trickle of water began to run down it. The trickle turned into a stream, the stream into a torrent of water. The water began to gush over the waterfall, filling the dry valley below it. Everything got washed away - a cleansing. The water continued to rise, until the waterfall didnt seem more then a rapid in a river, the water spilling out of the far end of the valley. Suddenly, the tingling stopped.<br><br>"How large is that lake?" He heard her speak. He cautiously opened one eye then the other.<br><br>"The lake&nbsp; is larger then the valley, spilling out the other side." He responds, looking at her. Was that a good thing?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 19:23:00</strong>
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				She smiled at his reply, nodding to herself.&nbsp; So, he had felt it.&nbsp; He had even directed the divergence.&nbsp; If he'd kept all that magic inside him... well, it would have been a very uncomfortable sensation for him.&nbsp; He'd followed her directions, though, so she wouldn't have to worry about that.&nbsp; Perhaps he would be an easier student than his ancestor.&nbsp; <br><br>"If you accept my instruction, Peter, I will help you increase your abilities.&nbsp; Right now you have power but no knowledge.&nbsp; I caution you, what you imagine in your mind can be made to happen.&nbsp; Right now you're still an observer, aware of what is before him, but not becoming a part of it.&nbsp; In time, when I am confident that you will not blow us both into some even more terrifying dimension, you will be granted the ability to truly meld with your own power."<br><br>She watched him for a long time, realizing after the fact, that she hadn't withdrawn her magical touch.&nbsp; For a moment she thought about taking advantage of that.&nbsp; After all, he was quite the attractive man, and he pulled at her senses more strongly than had his predecessor.&nbsp; Still, it was unethical to keep that intimate contact.&nbsp; Therefore, she slowly, reluctantly, withdrew her touch.&nbsp; <br><br>The recession would be just as slow as the procession.&nbsp; Yet, as the touch faded, he would feel her longing and retiscense.&nbsp; He might even catch a taste of her desire, for it was terribly powerful within her.&nbsp; She controlled herself well, but that desire might leave its mark despite her best efforts.<br><br>When she had fully withdrawn her magical touch, pulling the tendril back into herself, her voice reached out to him.&nbsp; It would be a tactile sensation, similar to a stroke against the outter shell of his ear.&nbsp; It might take a bit of time for him to get used to his new awareness as everything he felt, smelled, tasted, heard and saw would be more vivid, more alive.&nbsp; <br><br>"You will need to teach yourself to watch yourself and the world around you in two ways simultaneously.&nbsp; Your senses will be very acute until you learn to control them.&nbsp; Think of the way you can speak quietly or loudly.&nbsp; You will need to learn to control your magical awareness in the same way.&nbsp; Too loud will induce pain in your head.&nbsp; Too soft and you will be ineffective."&nbsp; <br><br>Kathrain watched the young man before her and she felt another surge of desire within herself.&nbsp; She controlled it, tamping it down with an effort of will.&nbsp; She felt him more acutely now.&nbsp; As his power became more real to him, it would become more real to her.&nbsp; They were bonded in an odd way.&nbsp; It was possible to dull that connection, but until he was able to control his senses as well as he could control his speach, she would feel most of what he did.<br><br>"You have more power than Mark did.&nbsp; A greater potential."&nbsp; She sighed, her voice still soft and quiet.&nbsp; "Have you ever worn stilts, Peter?"<br><br>She sought some way to explain how his touch would affect others.&nbsp; She knew nothing about stereos or electronics.&nbsp; She knew nothing about mute buttons or remote controls.&nbsp; She knew few ways in which to explain and exemplify the personal control he needed to exert.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how to explain to him that his thoughts and desires and tastes and touches were no longer his own but could be felt by anyone near him.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 20:48:45</strong>
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				Basking in the new feeling that coursed through his body, he was dismayed when it felt it begin to subside, leaving him. But he did catch something in it before it left entirely...a thought, or a feeling maybe. Lust, almost. No, desire. He wasnt exactly sure what it was, or towards who, and he attuned it to something dealing with the magic. He had read many Fantasy novels involving magic, and how touching out to some one - or mind contact - left traces of thoughts and feelings and emotions. Or something along those lines. He hadnt had much time in recent years due to his studies to sit down and read such a novel.<br><br>"Since you're the only one who seems to know what they are doing here - at least with the magic - i dont think i have much choice, do I?" He says, looking at her and really seeing her for the first time. The curves of her body, the way her hair flowed down her head, the light reflecting in her eyes. Perhaps the desire he had felt was his desire for her? Now that he had gotten over his suprise at being awoken he was starting to calm down and really grasp what was going on, and who she might be. He didnt quite understand how to control his thoughts, or this new found power in him, as speaking loudly or softly was similiar to breathing - it was something he had always been able to do and really needed to put no thought to it.<br><br>"Stilts?" The only people he had seen on stilts were jesters and clowns at Medieval Fairs or the Circus. "No, i dont think i have."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 21:16:57</strong>
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				Her smile was delicate, and to his heightened senses, he would see that there was more than a simple smile.&nbsp; Kathrain slowly, gently, rose from her position on the floor.&nbsp; She stood, her robes seeming to hug her curves in an almost sensual way.&nbsp; Her eyes caressed him with tactile sensation, her words echoing that tender contact.<br><br>"Like stilts grant you extra height, so the magic flowing within you grants you extra sensation.&nbsp; By example, were I to reach out and touch you from here, simply drawing my fingertips through the air, you would feel the touch as if I were actually in physical contact with your body."<br><br>To demonstrate this truth, Kathrain lifted her hand before her, her fingers drawing a delicate line from his left temple to his jaw.&nbsp; There were easily ten feet between them, though he would feel her touch, feel the warmth of her fingers, the faint tremble within them, his eyes might tell him it was impossible.&nbsp; She spoke again, though it was a quiet caress.<br><br>"Because your magic is so fresh, every sense will be heightened.&nbsp; You will hear, feel, taste and see at a greater distance.&nbsp; When you reach out with your own senses, until you learn to control them, you will affect the things around you from a greater distance."<br><br>She watched him, pulling her eyes away from him before her internal craving could be fully known.&nbsp; Again, he would feel her desire, though he would also feel that she had quickly controlled it.&nbsp; With her eyes closed, she began speaking again.<br><br>"You will need to explore your sensations, explore your limits and learn where you want those limits to take you."&nbsp; She smiled, eyes still closed.&nbsp; "Test your ability to influence the world around you.&nbsp; From where you are, pick up the torch farthest from you.&nbsp; Feel yourself touching the base, lifting it from the sconce, carrying it.&nbsp; From where you stand, you can make other things react to you."<br><br>Kathrain nodded faintly, once, keeping her eyes closed.&nbsp; She could watch his movements with her senses, feeling his motion.&nbsp; Whether he chose to practice with the torch, as he was instructed to, or whether he attempted to explore his senses in other ways, his power, that was his choice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-04-2006, 22:13:53</strong>
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				His eyes can not help but dart to her body, catching the sway of her robe as she stands. It seemed like he could hone in on the slightest movement, and when his eyes focused on something, it seemed to be far clearer then before. He could even notice the swell of her chest as she breathed, though it was only slight due to the the lay of her robes. <br><br>His breath catches as he feels her touch him on the face. There was no way she could phsycially touched him from where she was. And there was that desire again. He did look like her apprentice - his ancestor or so it seemed - and perhaps that was where the desire was stemming from? Perhaps they had been lovers. He did not know.<br><br>As she continued to speak, the thought of the Spider-Man Movie came into focus. He remembered the scene where Spider-Man first came into contact with his senses, hearing a bug fly, the rustle of a bug on the ground, and the noise the air made around the fist that was coming around to sucker punch him. Perhaps this is what she was talking about. He turns to face the torch on the far wall, outstretching his hand.<br><br>He focused everything on the torch. He could feel its coldness in his hands, the pointed end of the bottom of the torch. He imagined himself picking it up and holding it aloft. Suddenly, the torch took flight, spiraling into the ceiling before crashing to the ground. It was trickier then she made it appear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 06:33:01</strong>
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				She watched his motions, observing the concentration and the waver of the torch as he attempted to lift it with just his power.&nbsp; She grinned when the thing was launched from his 'hand'.&nbsp; A nod accompanied that grin and a wave of pride washed over him, coming from her.&nbsp; Kathrain turned her eyes to Peter, the smile shifting to one of formal approval.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good for a first attempt.&nbsp; Reach out for the torch and replace it.&nbsp; This time, move your power slowly, gently.&nbsp; At these first stages, it is more important to move delicately, to do too little rather than too much."<br><br>She nodded, waiting for him to try again.&nbsp; Kathrain turned her full attention to the torch, shaking her head, then speaking softly so as not to interrupt his concentration.&nbsp; She guided his awareness, a tendril of her own power reaching out and gently gliding over his own large arm of power.&nbsp; <br><br>"Narrow your awareness, Peter.&nbsp; A hand, rather than a tree limb."&nbsp; The tendril of her power wrapped around his, shaping it and molding it into a slender, sinuous, snakelike tendril.&nbsp; "Now, with the tip, gently circle the base of the torch."&nbsp; She nodded, watching his control as he attempted to refine it.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; Yes, like that.&nbsp; Now, gently draw it toward you, then raise it up an inch at a time."<br><br>Her own magical hand guided his up, a little at a time.&nbsp; She then let go of him, letting him get a feel for his own grip, his own size, his own control.&nbsp; As she watched him, she allowed herself a moment to study his eyes.&nbsp; They were so powerful, so full of life.&nbsp; This Peter, so similar to her apprentice, was <i>not</i> her apprentice.&nbsp; At first, that thought brought a pinch of sadness to her mind, but then, she realized something.&nbsp; They had no contract.&nbsp; <br><br>A smile curved her lip upward and she turned to look down the hall, watching his progress with the torch as she continued her thoughts.&nbsp; Since there was no contract, there was no oath.&nbsp; With no oath, she was not required to bind her own desires.&nbsp; There was no ethical restriction against reacting to the physical attraction.&nbsp; While Kathrain had no intention of acting on her desire, the fact that she <i>could</i> gave her a tremendous sense of freedom.&nbsp; It would be good to not have to lie to herself.&nbsp; It would be good for her to not have to magically bind her own emotions, desires and cravings.<br><br>She turned her full attention to Peter now, her smile filled with pride once again.&nbsp; "Very good.&nbsp; Very good indeed.&nbsp; You have more power and better control than the others I've taught."&nbsp; <br><br>With another smile, she moved to sit down on the bed, taking up her journal.&nbsp; "Is there anything specifically you would like to know?"&nbsp; She had more to teach him, but if she could discern what he wanted to know, it would help decide what lesson to teach next.&nbsp; "What would you like to be able to do with your power?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 18:18:22</strong>
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				He did as she commanded, this time knowing what he would feel when he reached out for the torch. His channel of outreaching power came into contact with hers, like water being poured into a funnel, it was channeled into a finer, thinner tendril. He listened to her words though it didnt distract him. He reamined focused on the task at hand. The torch, laying on its side, begin to quaver before bolting upright. It acted like it was being held by an unsteady hand, wobbling from side to side as he tried to grasp what she was trying to teach him.<br><br>The torch began to rise from the floor slowly, as if uncertain of what was happening to it. It floated upwards until it was about eye level before moving parrell to the ground towards its holder. It wasnt a smooth flight - Peter was still getting used to this new feeling of power that coursed through his body. He felt like he was a Jedi - using the force. Come to think of it, wasnt Star Wars just the futuristic version of universe filled with magic? The Force was in essence magic, just more crafted and sculpted. Perhaps such a universe really existed?<br><br>The sense of desire he felt ebbing from her seemed to grow as the torch slipped back into its holder, as though she had forgotten to turn the faucet off. But the connection broke once more, though the feeling of desire was still there. He turned his attention back to her.<br><br>"Well - i really dont know how limited this magic is. Authors never agree on how powerful it is, so i really dont know. Perhaps you can teach me how to set things on fire like you did? I'm sure thats a useful spell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>16-04-2006, 21:37:29</strong>
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				She nodded at his interest, a smile brushing her lips.&nbsp; "Fire may be something you shouldn't attempt quite yet, Peter.&nbsp; I don't particularly care to have the castle burned to the ground because you don't know the strength of your own touch."&nbsp; She smiled, sliding off her bed.&nbsp; <br><br>She then went to the window, nodding to herself.&nbsp; "All right.&nbsp; From here you can see the brown seed pod (pine cone type) in that tree.&nbsp; Concentrate on..."&nbsp; She broke off, looking at him as if she were surprised he was till on the other side of the room.&nbsp; "Come here."&nbsp; <br><br>If he chose to join her, at the window, she would point out the window.&nbsp; "There, that seed pod.&nbsp; It is small, but if you think of improving your eyesight, you will see it clearly.&nbsp; Once you see it, reach out with the tendril of your power to wrap around the seed pod and bring in here.&nbsp; Make sure to leave the beast alone."&nbsp; She indicated the small, brown/gray creature three branches away.&nbsp; <br><br>With his unaided eye, he would never have seen either the pod or the creature, but he now had the ability to focus his will into distant sight.&nbsp; It was another exercise that would require him to focus on touch, sight, control and force of grip.&nbsp; The pine cone itself was small, only two inches in length, and the tree was beyond the castle gates. Thus he would be required to hone his additional sight to even catch a glimpse.&nbsp; <br><br>---<br><br>If he refused to approach her, she would nod at him.&nbsp; "I see you still don't trust me.&nbsp; Very well."&nbsp; She accepted that, unwilling to push him too far too quickly.&nbsp; "We will not work with the elements until you have learned to focus your power.&nbsp; Perhaps another test of your limits and sensitivities."<br><br>She thought for a moment, then nodded.&nbsp; When she spoke again, though she remained where she was, her voice came from behind him.&nbsp; The words were spoken in low, soft tones.&nbsp; They were almost sensual, but still held enough authority to be instruction rather than arousal.&nbsp; <br><br>"Let us practice your distant voice.&nbsp; There are some false wizards who claim this ability to be throwing one's voice.&nbsp; You will concentrate on where you want your voice to be heard.&nbsp; Visualize, in your mind, standing where you want to speak."&nbsp; Her words once again came from her own mouth, from her side of the room.&nbsp; "Remember that with this additional power, any action you perform will be stronger or higher in volume than you might think.&nbsp; It would be like standing at the mouth of a cave and speaking in your normal tones.&nbsp; Whoever was at the other end of that cave would hear your voice at a different tone and pitch."<br><br>She nodded her head to him, indicating he should begin.&nbsp; Kathrain extended her awareness once more, molding and guiding Peter's still-new power to a fine point.&nbsp; He would feel no sexual desire in her this time, though the nearness of his magical power made every nerve tingle and snap.&nbsp; If he were paying attention to that at all, he would notice that a barrier of sorts had been raised between them.&nbsp; She would not allow her own attention to drift until he'd learned to sense his own limits.&nbsp; Without the ability to control himself magically, he was potently lethal.&nbsp; She didn't relish the idea of letting him loose on the world, <i>whenever</i> they were, with the power to destroy with a simple thought.<br><br>---<br><br>Whichever path he took, Kathrain would keep a close watch on what he did with his power, how he shaped it and how much force he used.&nbsp; "Be careful what you think, Peter.&nbsp; This is not a magic in which one uses spell componants and rituals.&nbsp; This is the power of your mind, of your thoughts, of the raw magic within you.&nbsp; What you visualize happening will manifest unless you learn how to keep your thoughts and actions into separate places within your mind."<br><br>She watched him, then continued.&nbsp; "Like the torch, if you reach out too aggressively, you will do more damage than good.&nbsp; If you were with a friend and imagined a hug or pat on the shoulder, you would have to control the force, the action of that thought, else you would find yourself crushing your friend, or launching them through the wall.&nbsp; Neither of these options is all that desireable to me.&nbsp; I don't like trying to breathe with cracked ribs.<br><br>She then nodded, encouraging him to again practice refining his power.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 01:45:01</strong>
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				He quickly walked over to her beside the window. Of course he couldnt see what she was pointing out from his position on the far side of the room! It was also the closest he had come to her, and his heightened sense easily picked up her sweet smell. His ears picked up the faintest movement of her robes. He listened to what she said. Concerntrate - he had been bird-spotting once, and you had to focus your eye sight to see some of the birds most of the time. He did as he was told - and suprisingly what couldnt be seen before now became clear to him. The eye-sight enhancement was a skill he somewhat easily picked up. Now for the hard part. <br><br>He concerntrated, letting out a thin but soild tendril out towards the cone. The tendril passed through the glass of the window as if nothing was there, then snaked out towards the cone. He could feel the tendril begin to curl around the cone, imagining himself floating there beside it, picking it from the branch. CRACK! Instead of picking the pine cone off the branch, he actually pulled the branch off the tree. The branch hovered there for a moment as he realised what had happened, then fell towards the earth, causing the squirrel to dart off. Shaking his head, he turned back to her. <br><br>"Be careful what you think, Peter.&nbsp; This is not a magic in which one uses spell componants and rituals.&nbsp; This is the power of your mind, of your thoughts, of the raw magic within you.&nbsp; What you visualize happening will manifest unless you learn how to keep your thoughts and actions into separate places within your mind."<br><br>This whole magic business sounds so much easier in those fantasy books, he thought to himself. He supposed that the authors never really experianced magic themselves though. Apart from her, he was the only other person he knew who had ever possessed it. Maybe there was more truth behind those legends of Camelot afterall...<br><br>Again, his eyes focused into the trees beyond the walls of the castle. They picked out another pine cone of similiar size, and the tendril snaked out faster this time, wrapping around the cone. This time he only pictured the pine-cone in his mind, and not the rest of the branch it was attached to. The cone broke free and began gliding towards them, hovering to a stop just outside the window. He grinned, and keeping the thought of the pine cone in his head, turned to her so that it wouldnt drop.<br><br>"I think i'm beginning to understand it a bit better."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 02:03:56</strong>
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				As he stood behind her, it took all her will to keep the barrier up between them.&nbsp; This was a new attraction, a new fire she felt.&nbsp; With one part of her mind she allowed the nearness of him, the heat of him behind her, the power of him, wash over her.&nbsp; For a moment, she allowed that sweet sensation of being totally and completely immersed in him to bathe her senses.&nbsp; She shuddered unconsciously, her eyes closing to the physical world around them both.&nbsp; In that moment, she knew nothing more than that sooner or later, she would make this man behind her... she would make him her own.<br><br>The remainder of her mind was focused on his manipulation of the pine cone.&nbsp; He had done well and he learned more quickly than anyone she'd ever taught before.&nbsp; She watched, with eyes closed, simply traveling along the flows of magic as if she were a passenger within him.&nbsp; Her nod was unnecessary.<br><br>"Very good..." she turned to face him, forgetting how close he was.&nbsp; <br><br>Her breath caught and her will wavered for a moment as she was face to face with him, with his eyes.&nbsp; A weakness, most definitely.&nbsp; Again she shivered then blinked, her will regaining its strength.<br><br>"Very good, Peter.&nbsp; Yes, you're understanding.&nbsp; Now,"&nbsp; she turned again, somehow it was easier to concentrate on magic when she wasn't looking at him.&nbsp; "Now take that seed pod in your grasp, in your mind, imagine it in your physical hand, paying no attention to the laws of the world.&nbsp; From where it is, simply know that the seed pod is now in your physical hand.&nbsp; Will it into your hand."<br><br>She watched the pine cone suspended in the air just on the other side of the window.&nbsp; While her magic was focused on the pine cone, she mused on what things she could teach him about using his magic to please a woman, and himself.&nbsp; A smile brushed her lips and there could be no doubt what that smile meant.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 19:11:01</strong>
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				Peter holds in his breath when she turns, faces so close that he didnt want to breath on her least his breath smell repugnant. He stared at her mouth as she spoke before she turned away from him again. He let out his breath slowly. The pine cone dropped a few feet before returning back to its position outside the windo. <br><br>She was talking about teleportation. That had to be what she was trying to tell him. He would make the pine cone appear in his hand despite the barrier between them. He looked from the pine cone to his hand, opening it like he was already holding it. The pine cone is there..there is nothing in my hand...there is nothing between my hand and the pine cone...<br><br>He felt a brief warming sensation behind his eyes and when he looked up the pine cone was gone. He looked down at his hand but it wasnt there either. His tendril was still attached to the pine cone - he could sense it but didnt know where it was. He sighed, frustrated, and let the trail of magic go. BOINK. The pine cone landed on his head before rolling to the floor. <br><br>"Shit. That didnt work so well. What did i do wrong?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>17-04-2006, 22:27:32</strong>
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				She laughed softly, a slightly nervous sound, at his nearness and as she watched his motions.&nbsp; She smiled to herself, turning once again to face him, her explanation gentle.&nbsp; <br><br>"You tried to force it into your comprehension of what magic is."&nbsp; She frowned slightly in thought.&nbsp; "There are laws of magic that you must work within.&nbsp; Instead of 'knowing' it was in your hand, you tried to bring it to your hand."&nbsp; <br><br>Again she frowned, looking into his eyes.&nbsp; "Think of it this way: when you walk across the floor, you simply know you're walking across the floor.&nbsp; You don't have to think about telling your muscles to pull your foot up, extend your leg out and put your foot down again.&nbsp; You simply look at the other side of the room, decide you want to be there, and your body does the work for you."<br><br>She pointed to the other side of the room in her explanation.&nbsp; "Likewise with bringing things to you, or moving them through imovable objects.&nbsp; You don't have to concentrate on forcing something to do what it can't do, you simply have to know that it will do what you want it to."<br><br>Kathrain bent low, retreived the pine cone and held it out on her palm as she stood once more.&nbsp; "Now, with your magic only, pick up the seed pod and place it back on the tree.&nbsp; Remember what it looked like before you plucked it free, and return it to that point."<br><br>That task was more difficult than she made it sound.&nbsp; She was actually testing him in a way she hoped he wouldn't recognize.&nbsp; If he could make the pine cone return to its original state, that would mean that Peter could also maneuver time.&nbsp; As long as he didn't consciously realize he was manipulating time, there was a chance he would actually succeed.&nbsp; After all, his only limitation was what he believed.&nbsp; <br><br>That truth would be explained later, much later, she hoped.&nbsp; But, if he succeeded... She almost went weak with the anticipated potetial.&nbsp; She could feel that he controled great power, greater by far than Mark had, but still, he had to be eased into this.&nbsp; Kathrain found herself rather giddy, and she wasn't quite able to keep the near-predatory look out of her eyes.<br><br>She would groom this man, this young man.&nbsp; She would make him great.&nbsp; She had to get rid of the other people around the castle though.&nbsp; She couldn't have anyone else interfering with her molding him into the powerful magus he could be.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; She was giddy; nearly drunk with the potential.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 01:08:00</strong>
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				He supposed that she was right, or at least had a valid point. His only notions of magic came from books he had read. They were all of course made up, since magic didnt really exist. Or at least, it didnt really exist to the authors. What did they know about real magic? So, as she put it, he had to know that he was holding onto whatever he was trying to move. And technically (the more he thought about it) he was holding onto it with the tendril of magic he sent out towards an object. He bobs his head in awknowledgement of what she says and goes back to the task at hand.<br><br>The pine cone wasnt in her hand. It was floating at eye level. Sure enough, as his tendril of magic wraps around the pine cone it takes flight to where he says it should be. Now how to get it to the other side of the window. He brings back the image of when the pine cone was hovering outside the window. The pine cone disappears and reappeared outside the window. His face turns into a wide grin. Now he was getting the hang of it!<br><br>The pine cone floated back towards the branch it came from. He realised that imagining the pine cone sitting on the branch wouldnt work, as it would just fall off. He thought back to when he had first picked it up, reworking the fibers that held it to the branch. It took a while, and it wasnt perfectly aligned, but when his tendril of magic moved away from the pine cone, it dangled from the branch. He grinned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 02:06:05</strong>
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				She smiled her approval.&nbsp; The fact that the pine cone actually stayed on the tree... yes, he was much better than Mark had been.&nbsp; When she spoke, her voice was very low, very soft, sensual in a way.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; Exactly.&nbsp; That was perfect, my dear one.&nbsp; Absolutely perfect."&nbsp; She nodded, closing her eyes for a moment.<br><br>When she opend her eyes again, she took in a deep breath, let it out slowly and turned to face him.&nbsp; "If your ancestor had that much power and control, magic never would have become a thing of myth."&nbsp; She looked into his eyes, her admiration obvious.&nbsp; "There are so many things you can do that he couldn't.&nbsp; And you've only been awake to your ability for a breath of time."&nbsp; <br><br>She watched him with amazement and adoration in her eyes.&nbsp; She was well, well pleased.&nbsp; Again she took in a deep breath, exhaling it.&nbsp; She turned her focus to the bed, then immediatly pulled her attention away.&nbsp; That was not the place to be at the moment.&nbsp; She moved a step away from Peter, then walked around him, beginning to pace the length of her room.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now, we need to move on."&nbsp; She frowned, trying to think of something else to teach him.<br><br>It wasn't like she didn't have plenty of ideas, it was just that those ideas were all rather lewd.&nbsp; She had no problem with lewd, but he might.&nbsp; And, she had to be careful not to push him into sensory overload.&nbsp; Then a thought occured.<br><br>"You will have to be careful when you sleep.&nbsp; Sometimes the barriers within your mind relax.&nbsp; The last thing you want is to dream about a fire breathing dragon and then wake up to find that you've burned everything in your room."&nbsp; She paused, turning to look at him.&nbsp; "You will need to sleep in a protected room, I think.&nbsp; I don't want you to hurt yourself, or anyone else, while dreaming."<br><br>She watched him, guaging his reactions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 03:11:55</strong>
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				For some reason, her smile of approval really warmed him up. He was glad he had pleased her in the task she had set before him. He hoped that he could continue to please her. And their closeness - their bodies almost touching - he found that he didnt shy away from her now that it felt like he had known her for a while. <br><br>"Its sounds like you didnt like my ancestor very much. Was he that bad of a student?" He wondered if he was the same age as the ancestor that she remembered. He was only 21 - the prime of his life some people would say - and he had no idea how old she as.<br><br>"So if i dream something, it might actually happen? That sounds rather...unusual and pretty dangerous too. The whole 'you better wake up before you hit the ground' if you dream that you're falling off a cliff..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 03:44:48</strong>
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				She nodded, her eyes laughing but in a mocking sort of way.&nbsp; "He wasn't really bad, but he was difficult.&nbsp; He had so much potential.&nbsp; But he wanted nothing more than to use his abilities to make women fall at his feet.&nbsp; They would swoon for him.&nbsp; He was naught more than a lascivious cur."&nbsp; She growled, then shook her head.&nbsp; "I don't really mean that."<br><br>She exhaled slowly, turned and sat down on the edge of the bed.&nbsp; "I suppose I should tell you some things about Mark.&nbsp; After all, you'll read them from my journal and I don't want you to get the wrong idea."<br><br>Kathrain patted the bed beside her.&nbsp; "Sit if you like.&nbsp; I won't bite."&nbsp; She smiled faintly, then leaned forward, resting her forearms on her knees, her hair falling forward to conceal her face.&nbsp; "You look almost exactly like him.&nbsp; At least, at first you did.&nbsp; You're taller and have a stronger face.&nbsp; You also have... different eyes.&nbsp; I'm not sure how to say it."<br><br>She shrugged, turning to look at him through the veil of her hair.&nbsp; She then turned back to stare at her steepled fingers.<br><br>"He didn't have any respect for magic.&nbsp; He had great power, great potential, but he refused to do anything with it.&nbsp; His desire was to use his ability to control those around him.&nbsp; And that is a very bad thing.&nbsp; One should never use magic to bind, hurt or rape someone else."&nbsp; She shook her head again.&nbsp; "It's wrong to take someone else's freedom against their will."<br><br>Kathrain sat up, turned, bringing her left leg up onto the bed to face him, her ankle handing off the edge, though her robes didn't grant him any special view.&nbsp; "Mark used his power to invade other people's dreams.&nbsp; He played with their dreams."&nbsp; She lowered her eyes.&nbsp; "He played with mine."&nbsp; <br><br>A shake of her head and she continued.&nbsp; "Anyway, I wrote down everything he did in those dreams.&nbsp; It's very detailed and very explicit.&nbsp; I blocked him as often as I could, but it's harder to block when you're asleep.&nbsp; And when you're already dreaming... It's hard to remember who you are without being manipulated by someone else's magic."<br><br>She shook her head again, feeling very familiar with that gesture.&nbsp; "But, I had a soft spot in my heart for him.&nbsp; If he could simply grow up and harness his power, rein in his lusts, he could have been truly great.&nbsp; He didn't want to be disciplined.&nbsp; He didn't want to learn how to use his magic.&nbsp; He wanted only to puppet women and make them do things they wouldn't have done without his interference."<br><br>Kathrain raised her eyes to him.&nbsp; "You have more power than he did.&nbsp; You're younger than he was, and you don't even have the knowledge that magic exists.&nbsp; If you're not careful, when you sleep, the things you dream can happen, because your magic knows you can make it happen."<br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 04:04:33</strong>
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				"Well it seems whoever he bedded down with in the end produced some good offspring if i am his descendant and posses such power...and his looks." He laughed, thinking that his ancestor was a 'player' of the age. He moves to sit back down beside her on the bed where he had fallen asleep.<br><br>He nods his head as she speaks. "Beyond you and me, no one else knows that magic actually exists. No one even knows it ever existed. Its only mentioned in faerytales and myths - which are exactly that. No one can prove that places like Camelot or King Arthur actually existed. See what i mean?" His eyes locks with her.<br><br>"I am sorry he was the way her was. I can assure you that that bad gene has been weeded out of my family." He smiled. "I'm afraid sleeping in such a protective room wont be possible. The others wont allow us to sleep inside the castle other then in the tents they've set up in the courtyard. So privacy is an issue...and i dont know how to get rid of them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 05:41:03</strong>
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				Kathrain shook her head.&nbsp; "He was simply immature, Peter.&nbsp; And you have inherited some of his looks.&nbsp; There are differences about you."&nbsp; She tilted her head slightly, watching him.&nbsp; "Yes, differences about you."<br><br>She then turned to look down at her hands again.&nbsp; "I would not be happy to have my family's lands the focus of people who know nothing of magic.&nbsp; There are many things of power in this castle, which is why it was so well preserved.&nbsp; But there are things here that... if they fell into the wrong hands would cause much danger to the world as a whole.&nbsp; The Scepter, for one."&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled sadly, remembering her father sitting upon the throne, receiving the Sceptor.&nbsp; "Even in my time, the Sceptor was an artifact of great power.&nbsp; We launched a full scale quest for it.&nbsp; We vowed to never let it fall into the wrong hands again.&nbsp; There are more things, even stronger still."&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; "Your friends could find themselves in great danger if they stayed here."<br><br>Obviously there was a reason the place hadn't been discovered in so long.&nbsp; She was not happy, but she wasn't as sad either.&nbsp; She may not have the same friends and family.&nbsp; She may even have been sent into the future so long beyond her descendants... rather, the descendants she would have had.&nbsp; But, she was near Peter and somehow that made her feel better, safer somehow.<br><br>She looked at him, smiling softly.&nbsp; "I am tired and need sleep.&nbsp; Will your friends be inside the castle tonight?"&nbsp; She yawned, laughing softly as she tried to conceal it... and failed.&nbsp; "Whether they do or not, before you sleep I need to create a barrier in your mind so that you don't damage anyone in your dreams.&nbsp; Most of all yourself."<br><br>Kathrain gazed at him gently.&nbsp; "Do you mind my entering your mind?&nbsp; It will be an intimate touch, but it will give me the chance to build a link between us.&nbsp; That way, I will be able to stop anything that tries to get out of the barrier."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 13:45:35</strong>
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				Now that about the Sceptor sounded like just about every book he had ever read. Some powerful artifact that would end the world if it fell into the wrong hands. A ring that would make its wearer invincible and all powerful. The Quest for the Holy Grail - even the book <em>The Once and Future King</em> involved its own version of the Grail, that healed all it touched and granted life to whoever possesed it so that they could live through the ages. <br><br>Peter nods his head. "My friends wont come into this tower. They relegated me to work here, though the might come on check on me if i am not back down at camp in a few hours. It is getting late." He looked towards the window - the sun well on its way to the west. "I'm sure they wont disturb you, but like i said, i dont think we'd be able to get them to leave either. Not if they found you or knew about my magic. And they wont listen to me if i tell them that they are in danger - remember, no one knows about magic here, let alone believe in it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 16:58:28</strong>
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				"Perhaps I should raise a barrier, just enough to make it so that you can't make your dreams come to life."&nbsp; She watched him, her eyes kind though there was a taste of the maliscious in her thoughts.&nbsp; <br><br>She did not like the invaders, and that's exactly what they were, here to steal her possessions, here to destroy her home, her land, her life.&nbsp; They were here to usurp her dominion.&nbsp; That was not allowed.&nbsp; If she only blocked Peter's ability to make his dreams a reality, whatever he dreamed about would still be projected to all of his companions. <br><br>The smile spread slowly over her lips at that thought.&nbsp; Yes, and with a little manipulation on her part, she could make his dreams quite... unsettling for the others.&nbsp; She could fuel Peter's dreams, make them a mass of sexual tension and heat, build those mental images up in his mind until he exploded from the pleasure of them.&nbsp; And his own power would extend that overwhelming need and desire to his companions.&nbsp; They would be delirious with sexual need.<br><br>It was the most effective way to defeat an invading army, and she'd done it before.&nbsp; There was nothing so powerful as watching an entire army scatter in confusion and fear.&nbsp; For a man it was often a thing of fear and disdain to think about coupling with another man.&nbsp; The warriors were the easiest to control.&nbsp; They lived in the visceral world, ruled by emotions of hatred, power and anger.&nbsp; Pair that with an uncontrollable need to find sexual release... they ran in terror at their own thoughts.<br><br>Yes, she would increase the power of Peter's dreams.&nbsp; They would be quite pleasant for him, that she would make certain.&nbsp; But the power rolling off of him would send waves of need throughout the encampment.&nbsp; And, if that didn't work, she could always summon wild beasts to eat them all.&nbsp; All but Peter.&nbsp; <br><br>She was satisfied with her decision and returned her eyes to the young future man.&nbsp; "Will you allow the barrier, Peter?&nbsp; I will not force my way into your mind without your consent."<br><br>If he allowed it, she would simply manipulate the magic within him, not putting a lid on his lake of power so much as placing a wall around it through which only certain uses of his power could move.&nbsp; When it was done, she would smile and nod.<br><br>---<br><br>If he didn't allow the manipulation, the mental invasion, then she would smile faintly.&nbsp; She would use him anyway.&nbsp; Yes, it went back on everything she believed in, but her home was more important to her.&nbsp; Defending the world from itself was her first vow, and she would break any other vows she'd made in order to uphold that one.&nbsp; It was a matter of priorities.&nbsp; If Peter wasn't with her, he was against her.<br><br>But, she would keep him around anyway.&nbsp; She liked him and would enjoy making him serve her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 14:22:29</strong>
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				He has to think about it for a few moments, then nods his head. It would be better to keep this....magic, he supposed, a secret from those around him. The fact that moved existed could prove that places like Camelot actually did exist. Needless to say, it would have a drastic effect on the Historical world. And what could it hurt, having a barrier that kept his dreams as only dreams. "Lets do it."<br><br>He feels the tingling sensation again as their magic mixed. When she was done, he used his tendril of magic to feel around the wall, testings its strength and what it was made of. He smiles. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 16:42:36</strong>
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				Within his mind, he would feel a kind of wall, a room of sorts.&nbsp; There was a door into the room in which his dreams were stored, and he could open or close it at will.&nbsp; There was also an automatic feature.&nbsp; The door would simply close when he lost a conscious hold upon it.&nbsp; As if the default position was closed.&nbsp; As he explored the room, he would find that it was solid and well constructed, and looked rather similiar to the room in which they were standing, only it was unfurnished.&nbsp; He would also feel a familiarity within that room... the sense that he could almost, but not quite, touch things he'd dreamt before.<br><br>The walls themselves had a feeling of masculinity, his own, interlaced with a hint of her feminine touch.&nbsp; It was just an impression, but it was there.&nbsp; If he looked further, exploring his mind in this magical way, he would discover that beyond the room she'd constructed, there was a vast expanse of semi-grayness.&nbsp; It wasn't a negative, but there wasn't a whole lot of specific form.&nbsp; If he concentrated, however, he would feel as if he were standing on a foundation.&nbsp; It would feel much like a house that hadn't quite been built yet.<br><br>If he explored further, he would discover what seemed like a cellar.&nbsp; There were a few solid but ill-designed rooms in the celler.&nbsp; Upon entering either of these, he would find one to hold bodily function, as if it were the boiler room in some physical building... the nerve center of sorts.&nbsp; Another room held education and he could see representations of all the classes he'd taken, probably in the form of text books or large tomes emblazoned with broad subject titles: History, Biology, Science, Literature.&nbsp; Upon contemplation, he might realize that the life he'd lived so far was barely enough to fill a cellar, and the house yet to be constructed could, indeed, be huge.<br><br><br>Kathrain waited until he'd withdrawn from his own mind, though he'd probably explored far longer than he had intended to.&nbsp; His mind, he would discover, was a place in which time was immaterial.&nbsp; When she saw his eyes return to focus, she smiled.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, you have explored the construction of the barrier?&nbsp; Does it meet with your approval?"&nbsp; She smiled, a soft, almost delicate expression.&nbsp; "If you so agree, we'll be working on building up your mind, strengthening it, reenforcing it, making it a fortress.&nbsp; And then, we will begin filling it."<br><br>She smiled softly, gently brushing her hand against his knee, resting those long, warm fingers there.&nbsp; "You are a man of great power, Peter.&nbsp; It would be an honor to show you exactly how powerful you could be."&nbsp; Her conspiratorial tones conveyed excitement.<br><br>"Now," she spoke more normally, slowly drawing her hand back from his knee.&nbsp; "Unless you have more questions, I think you should return to your companions.&nbsp; I need rest.&nbsp; When you wake, come to me.&nbsp; I will receive you without reservation."&nbsp; <br><br>Kathrain's eyes were kind as they looked into his own, but there was some obvious enervation haunting them.&nbsp; He himself might feel a bit of exhaustion.&nbsp; Much had been discovered, much had been learned, much had been experienced in his afternoon.&nbsp; Possibly far more than he'd ever thought possible.&nbsp; She, herself, needed some real sleep before she attempted to manipulate his dreams just a little.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 14:10:43</strong>
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				It felt like he was actually in a new building. It took him a moment to realise that it was what she had constructed in his mind. In laymans terms, it was the best way to describe what she had tone. The door was closed, keeping his dreams at bay. When he opened the door, the dreams were free to come out. And he could sense part of her in the surrounding walls. <br><br>Extending his senses, he could feel the rest of what his mind was - what she had left untouched - and was intrigued by the bodily-function room. He supposed it could control movements, bowel movements, sexual desires, and the like - something he would have to play around with later. He recognized the books in the other room after he had opened them- everything he had learnt. The History book was ten times larger then the rest.<br><br>He was amazed at how much empty room there was. It was like having his own personal island that he had to build upon from the ground up. He lessened his hold and returned back to reality.<br><br>"Yes - i approve of it very much. Its so...different then what i thought i would see. And i would love to learn more." He&nbsp; nods his head. "Aye, it is about time that i should get back down to the others for dinner and then bed. I suggest hiding if you hear some one come this way as it might not be me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 19:02:05</strong>
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				She smiled warmly at his approval.&nbsp; It meant something to her.&nbsp; It meant a great deal to her, actually.&nbsp; Her smile brightened a bit as he spoke of wanting to know more, then fell as he spoke of needing to return.&nbsp; She felt a twinge of... was it jealousy?... then nodded, knowing he was right.<br><br>"Much as I don't want to stop this, you are more than correct.&nbsp; Better to be cautious so soon."&nbsp; Again she smiled, pride showing as she watched him.&nbsp; "I have much to teach you, Peter.&nbsp; And, I do believe you will teach me as well."<br><br>Kathrain patted his knee lightly, with just fingertips.&nbsp; "Go ahead now.&nbsp; I will be undisturbed as I sleep.&nbsp; No one will enter my room save you."&nbsp; She thought about telling him he was welcome at any time, but decided not to.&nbsp; "Come to me when you wake, or as soon after as possible.&nbsp; We will feast, then begin construction on the fortress of your mind.&nbsp; I do believe it will be quite impressive when complete."<br><br>---<br><br>If he asked questions or made additional comments, she would respond appropriately, then send him on his way to bed.&nbsp; Once he'd left her room, she would douse the torches in the hall and in her room.&nbsp; A single candle wouldn't be obvious to those below if the fog lifted, but multiple torches would, and they looked nothing like the odd glass lights strung further down the hall.&nbsp; <br><br>Kathrain sighed softly, making her way into her bathing chamber.&nbsp; With a brief wave of her hand, the dust and centuries of grime was removed from the bathing pool.&nbsp; With another wave of her hand, the pool began to fill with steaming water.&nbsp; The scents of vanilla and spice rose from the water as it continued to rise.&nbsp; Slowly, she drew off her robes.&nbsp; This had, indeed, been a very long day.<br><br>Easing herself into the water, she released a low, quiet sigh.&nbsp; It was good to relax.&nbsp; And she did so.&nbsp; For a solid hour she soaked in her bathing pool, only then actually working on cleaning herself.&nbsp; She even washed her hair in languid, relaxed fashion.&nbsp; If she'd known such things existed, she probably would have creamed herself over shampoo and conditioner in one.<br><br>When she'd completed her bathing and pre-bed activities, she lazily meandered to her bed.&nbsp; With another wave of her hand, she cleaned and warmed it, sliding her bare, wet body under the luxurious covers.&nbsp; Shortly thereafter, she fell into a wonderful, peaceful sleep, but not before extending her awareness and slipping silently and mostly unfelt, into Peter's mind.&nbsp; When he finally fell asleep and began to dream, her awareness would wake within him.&nbsp; And then, she would strengthen the power of his dreams if she needed to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-04-2006, 14:52:13</strong>
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				He nods his head as she speaks and gets up to leave, turning off the electrical lights as he does so on his way down the hallway. He passes through the oak-door that leads into the tower, spiraling staircase that would lead him back down to the ground level and an entrance into the courtyard. He made his way quckly down the stairs and back out into the courtyard, looking over his shoulder up to the tower, glad to see no lights were on. <br><br>The other historians and archaeologists had set up a fire in between all the tents, complete with stones to make a fire pit. It added some warmth to the cool night, and after a dinner of ramen-noodles, they gathered with marshmellows on sticks to talk about their day. They were all generally amazed at how well preserved the place was, and were exploring ever so slowly as when the place had been discovered one of the party members had been wounded from a booby trap.<br><br>Peter remained relatively silent, being the youngest he did feel slightly out of place and in no position to over his thoughts on anything. He really was the only unqualified person who was there, though in a few years he would have some credentials. It wasnt long before he retired to his tent, slipping into his sleeping bag, and quickly falling asleep.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 22:19:23</strong>
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				Nearing midnight, Kathrain felt something odd.&nbsp; There was a stirring within her mind and she wasn't quite conscious of what it was.&nbsp; In the physical world, she was still quite asleep, but in the mental world, she felt herself slowly waking, being coaxed from the depths of darkness to rise into the faded haze of the dream plane.&nbsp; As she opened her dream eyes, she saw herself within Peter's dream room.&nbsp; The door was parted, not fully open, not fully closed.<br><br>She blinked her dream eyes and watched the images that began to coalesce within Peter's dream room.&nbsp; She watched as scenes played out from Peter's memory, gentle and light hearted play as a child, cycling through the hillside, a picnic in a forest clearing, necking with a girl in a large, strange box where music was playing.&nbsp; It was music she'd never heard before, but imagined it had something to do with his version of her future.&nbsp; The large container also got filed in that his-not-hers future.&nbsp; And yet, there was another scene and this one made her sit up straight and take notice.<br><br>Peter was physically joined with some faceless woman in a heated, hungry, aggressive way.&nbsp; It was just the dream she had been waiting for.&nbsp; And as she watched, tendrils of the sexual dream began to drift toward the partially open door of the dream room.&nbsp; Kathrain gently eased the path for this sensual dream, guiding it through that mental room and out into the air above Peter's sleeping form.&nbsp; <br><br>She continued guiding, walking along the dream paths and placing a nugget of the dream in each person's mind.&nbsp; She strode from tent to tent, lightly tapping the temple of each person to imbue them with the passion and hunger.&nbsp; Once she'd gone through every tent, she drew on the power beneath the ground upon which they slept.&nbsp; She pulled the dream more forcefully from Peter's mind, increasing the strength, increasing the viivd power, making the sensations almost real, almost, but not quite, physical for all.&nbsp; All save Peter himself.&nbsp; Kathrain then pulled her awareness back into herself.&nbsp; <br><br>In the physical realm, there were moans and sighs, grunts and gasps, possibly loud enough to wake Peter.&nbsp; Whether or not he woke, his dream would change.&nbsp; The dream for the others would not.&nbsp; And the sounds would intensify.&nbsp; As long as the group around Peter stayed asleep, they would be drawn into a more powerful experience, their bodies reacting even against their conscious will.<br><br>And in her room, Kathrain felt the pull of the dream.&nbsp; In her room, she felt the caress of her sheets against her bare skin.&nbsp; In her sleep, she sighed softly.&nbsp; The effects were far mellower for her than for the people far below, but it was still powerful.&nbsp; She moaned softly, her fingers sliding down her body slowly, caressingly.&nbsp; And as the images grew more real in her mind, she saw Peter, she felt him in the place of her fingers.&nbsp; Her carnal mind made her questing fingers into Peter's gentle caress, reaching for the delta of her thighs.&nbsp; <br><br>She arched her back against her bed, throwing the sheets off of her warming body.&nbsp; In her sleep, with her eyes closed, she moved her right hand to her breast, caressing, brushing faintly against her slowly hardening nipple.&nbsp; In her mind, she felt Peter reach his hand to her lower lips.&nbsp; In her mind she felt his fingers slowly slide between those faintly slick folds.&nbsp; In her room, her left hand found her clitoris and gently circled it as her right hand caressed her breast.<br><br>Arching upward once more, Kathrain gasped sharply, her eyes snapping open.&nbsp; She was fully awake now, but she didn't stop herself.&nbsp; She pulled her lower lip into her mouth, thinking about Peter, imagining his hands on her body, her form beginning to tremble faintly at the delicious sensations rippling through her.&nbsp; She called upon her power, pouring her own, waking and urgent sexual desire into the spell cast on the sleepers far below her.<br><br>Slowly she increased the speed of the finger moving around her clit, then brought it up to flick against the tip before circling once again.&nbsp; Her thighs spasmed and jerked each time her finger flicked that sensitive gem.&nbsp; And then, she decided she wanted not to pleasure herself, but to be pleasured.&nbsp; With her mind, she caressed Peter's thoughts.&nbsp; <i>"Peter.&nbsp; Come to me.&nbsp; Now."</i>&nbsp; <br><br>He would be able to resist the command if he really concentrated on it, but if he didn't resist, if he did enter the castle and approach her room, he would find her gently writhing on the bed, bare.&nbsp; Her eyes would open and she would look at him.&nbsp; After a moment of silence, in which she never stopped moving her fingers over her own body, she would speak.&nbsp; <br><br>"Come here, Peter.&nbsp; Love my body.&nbsp; Please."&nbsp; Though there was pleading, it wasn't a request and he would feel a compulsion to obey.&nbsp; Again, he would be able to resist, but would he really want to?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 00:18:39</strong>
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				As Peter slept, his newly awakened mind slipped into the dream world. He couldnt recall what his beginning dreams were, but eventually they took the shape of what his mind subconciously wished. Like all dreams, he couldnt make out her face, but he knew who she was. Kathrain. Their bodies were pressed next to each, naked, the heat from their passion blurring the boundaries from the dream. He wanted her - this mysterious woman who had changed his life in such short a time. It was no suprise it was a dream about her, and the pure carnal lust that often took over in his mind.<br><br>It was in the middle of this dream that he began to wake up, her voice calling to him to come and join her. For some reason he knew it was actually her voice and not the dream. Something to do with their shared magic, their special connection. As he woke, he could her the soft moans and sighs from the surrounding tents, wondering if his dream had filtered into theirs, causing his compatriots to experiance their own sexual desires, though it seemed to have more of a reaction in them then in him. He slipped into sandals as he left his tent, wearing only a shirt and his boxers, thinking enough to grab a flashlight to guide his way up into the tower. <br><br>He made his way up the tower, not questioning what he was doing but knowing he had to do it for some reason. The flashlight he had brought with him was more of a battery-powered lantern then anything, a cast shadows in every direction. He enters her room, placing it on a table before turning his attention to her. His eyes open wide as he sees her naked, attractive body on full display before him, their eyes meeting only briefly as his eyes wander over her body, watching as she rubs her clit. His own reaction to the sight is quickly visible, his boxers tenting in front of him as his cock immediately becomes erect as he mind feels with desire. <br><br>He doesnt respond to her words with his own, rather he slides onto the bed beside her, one hand coming up to caress her breast, rubbing over her erect nipple. Hid other hand supported his weight as he leaned in to kiss her, his tongue darting out from his parted lips into her mouth, pressing his lips against hers, continuing to caress her breasts and nipples. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 00:52:00</strong>
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				She moaned softly into his mouth as he came to her.&nbsp; She withdrew her hand from her clit and brought it up to his hip, turning slightly as her free hand reached up to stroke his hair, his neck, his shoulders.&nbsp; She growled softly, both hands going to the shirt, wanting it off.&nbsp; Now.&nbsp; <br><br>Kathrain arched her back upward, off the bed, pressing her breast against his hand.&nbsp; She was very hungry and not in any mood to wait.&nbsp; She wanted him badly.&nbsp; She'd wanted him the moment she saw him laying on her bed.&nbsp; She'd wanted him the moment her magic had touched him, gods above and below how she wanted him.&nbsp; But now, her need heightened by the magic she poured into the lust far below them, she wasn't interested in slow and gentle, in timid explorations.&nbsp; <br><br>She had seen his dream.&nbsp; She had touched his dream.&nbsp; She had taken his dream into her and made it her own.&nbsp; And she needed.&nbsp; <br><br><i>"Clothing off now, Peter.&nbsp; I refuse to wait.</i>&nbsp; Her mental voice was insistant, commanding.&nbsp; And yet, he had more strength, physically and magically.&nbsp; He had the ability to make her wait.&nbsp; To tease and torment her until he was ready to take her.&nbsp; She tried desperately to cut off the shiver of delicious anticipation that knowledge bred in her, to cut off the mental image of his restraining her, but she wasn't sure she'd caught it in time.<br><br>Her hips shifted upward, wanting him, wanting his hands, wanting his mouth, wanting his cock.&nbsp; Her moan pressed against his mouth again, and she poured her energy, her lust and need, she poured it into the dreamers far below, the sounds of their own empassioned cries rising to her ears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 03:22:56</strong>
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				He wanted her, but wasnt filled with the same magically enhanced lust as she was. He was more in control then her, and only allowed for his shirt to come off, revealing toned athletic body. His hand that had been caressing her breast slowly creeped down until it rested over her moist womanhood, letting his middle finger slide length wise into her folds as he started to rub his hand back and forth. He could feel how wet she was once his finger slipped into her womanhood. His mouth moved from her mouth to her neck, sucking on it gently before moving his head lower, bringing his mouth to hover over the nipple of one of her breasts.<br><br>His hot breat could be felt on her bare skin, shortly before his open mouth closed over her hardened nipple, sucking on it, biting it gently between his teeth as he pulls up slightly. His cock pressed against the fabric of his boxers, threatening to slip out through the slit in them. He wanted to enjoy this, draw it out just a little longer, wanting it to be the best moment of his life. He didnt care to think why it had suddenly come over him, but he knew one thing - he wanted her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 07:02:07</strong>
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				Ache.&nbsp; She ached.&nbsp; Kathrain needed him in ways which were alien to her.&nbsp; Whether it was the pull of his dream, or the power of his new magic, she needed as she had never needed before.&nbsp; And she aimed to get exactly what she needed.&nbsp; While she fueled the lust below them, she drew forth more power from the pool deep beneath them.&nbsp; She channeled that magic into tight focus and began slowly reaching for Peter's physical body.&nbsp; While her fingers moved against his back, feeling the well-muscled skin, she urged her hips upward, seeking the penetration of his finger, hoping to bring him into contact with her clitoris.&nbsp; She ached for him and her hips moved of their own accord, attempting to suck his finger inside her.&nbsp; <br><br>And then, his lips closed over her breast and she writhed up against him.&nbsp; She shuddered and moaned low in her throat, her nails clawing against his back and shoulders.&nbsp; The distraction of his lips and tongue to her nipple pulled back the attack of her magic tendrils.&nbsp; It didn't stop her advance, but slowed it drastically.&nbsp; She still wanted, she still craved and she still needed, but his attentions to her breast were effectively distracting.<br><br>Her left hand came up to the back of his head and using more force than he may have thought possible, she pushed his mouth down on her breast.&nbsp; "Peter, don't make me bind you and then use you for my whim." her whine was low with a note of desperation.<br><br>Again she pressed forward tendrils of magic, intent on allowing each one to slither slowly over a limb, getting a solid hold.&nbsp; Only when she was ready would she tighten those tendrils, drawing him into a spread eagled position.&nbsp; She simply sent them toward him, partially focused on increasing the passion of those below.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 13:32:21</strong>
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				He could feel the magic being used in the room, a tickling in the back of his mind as his head was pressed into her breast. It didnt stop him from continuing to suck and bite gently at her nipple, her lust and response speaking for themselves. His teasing hand finally did what she wanted, penetrating her folds, the tip of his finger running over her clit as he slid it back and forth, her own juices acting as lubricant. <br><br>His heightened awareness keyed him into the magic she was using, though he wasnt sure what she was doing with it. He was still a novice and didnt fully grasp what magic could be used for. He couldnt even feel the tendrils of magic that creeped towards his limbs. Her words werent threatening though. He didnt mind the idea of being tied down so that she could have his way with him. With how hard his cock was right now, he'd be able to go all night long. He could only wonder what those in the courtyard below would think of him when he came back in the morning having gone to bed in his tent. But such thoughts were far from his mind, as he was consumed with pleasuring her - both with his hand and with his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 18:20:00</strong>
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				An explosion went off within her body, a delightful explosion of feeling, heat, and passion.&nbsp; His finger finally locating and teasing her clit pushed her over the edge of all self control.&nbsp; Though she truly wanted the teasing to continue, she wasn't capable of remaining still for it.&nbsp; She never had been.&nbsp; And no one had ever had the power to bind her effectively.&nbsp; There had been some who had tried, without even her tacit permission, and they had been dealt with quite effectively.&nbsp; Too bad for them.&nbsp; But here, Peter had the strength, he just didn't know it yet.&nbsp; <br><br>And that, too, sent a thrill through her.&nbsp; It also meant that she could overpower him even though she was currently dividing her attentions three ways.&nbsp; The physical draw was intense, and it took quite a bit of concentration to avoid simply falling into the physical sensations tossing her body.&nbsp; The building sexual chaos far below them was also intense, but easier to ignore.&nbsp; And the magic, the force of her magical tendrils reaching out to claim Peter, that was the most heady experience of them all.<br><br>With a forceful surge, she sent her tendrils faster.&nbsp; In a matter of two seconds, his arms and legs were wrapped effectively and tightly.&nbsp; By the time he actually felt the physical sensation of being grabbed, his body was lifted from the bed and pushed back against the bare wall.&nbsp; It was powerful, but not forceful or angry.&nbsp; Peter would find himself pressed against the cold, stone wall, arms and legs held out away from his body in a spread-eagle posture.&nbsp; <br><br>Kathrain slowly rose from the bed, the look in her eyes changing.&nbsp; Now that she was in control of him and was on her feet, she would be able to tease and torment him to her heart's content.&nbsp; She smiled up at him, her eyes filled with lust and power.&nbsp; Her voice was thick with her need.<br><br>"Remember this lesson well, Peter.&nbsp; If you sense magic reaching for you, it probably isn't a good thing, not if you wish to remain in control of yourself."&nbsp; She smiled again, watching him.&nbsp; "You are mine until dawn, pet.&nbsp; And I am going to take full advantage of you.&nbsp; In the morning, you can decide whether or not you wish to remain and learn, or if I'm..." she paused, flicking a brow upward briefly.&nbsp; "... too much for you to bear."<br><br>With that, she reached out to him and simply stripped off his boxers, his legs closing enough for her to do so, before being drawn back outward once more.&nbsp; "I'd told you to take them off before.&nbsp; You shouldn't have made me wait, pet.&nbsp; I get rather irritated when I have to wait."<br><br>Kathrain reached for him, her hands moving to stroke his upper thighs and hips slowly, fingertips dancing over his heating skin.&nbsp; As she did so, she reached up with a tendril of magic, drawing his head down to her, bending him at the waist just a bit.&nbsp; She pressed her mouth roughly against his, her fingers continuing their delicate assault on his upper thighs and hips while her tongue thrust into his mouth to claim and taste his tongue.&nbsp; She moaned into his mouth, her fingertips grazing lightly against the very head of his cock.&nbsp; She then released his mouth, allowing the magical bonds around his arms to draw him back upward and flat against the wall.<br><br>"You really shouldn't have let me take hold of you, love."&nbsp; She smiled again, the fingertips of her right hand gently caressing the length of him, though only enough to grant sensation, the left hand traveled downward, brushing her inner wrist against the very head of him as her fingertips reached for and claimed his balls, drawing them into her palm and stroking, squeezing and caressing very gently.&nbsp; "You really shouldn't have."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 02:49:07</strong>
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				A gasp of air escapes his lips in suprise as the unseen force grabs him and pins him to the wall. He could feel her desire burning within such was their touch through their magic. He knew that the forces that played upon were caste from here, and sending his own tendrils alongs hers, he could sense where she was drawing the power from and what was happening in the courtyard below. He saw how easy it would be to break her tendrils and replaced them with his own, but chose to let her have her way with him. <br><br>When his boxers were ripped from him, his cock sprung free and stuck straight out and up. It was a good 9 inches in length, and was also somewhat thick. It was also straight - the bend in it hardly noticebale. His balls were large too, and clean shaven - not a pubic hair in sight. He let out a soft moan as she caressed his balls, eager for more attention from her, his eyes half closed in pleasure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 04:28:44</strong>
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				"Seems they grow them bigger, and hairless in this new time.&nbsp; Interesting." Kathrain's words were quiet, but held her obvious interest.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't bother looking up at him, instead, she bent her head to kiss the head of his cock, lightly at first, then more wetly, opening her mouth to bring him in just to the ridge of his head.&nbsp; She suckled gently, then pulled back, her hand never stilling in its massage and caressing of his balls.&nbsp; She backed away from him a step, then brought her hair over her shoulder, the length sufficient to fill her hand.&nbsp; When she approached him once more, she wrapped her hand and silken hair about his cock, stroking a few times just to watch the shudders of his body.&nbsp; <br><br>After she had ellicited the tremors from his body, she redirected her magic, guiding him to her bed and laying him down upon it.&nbsp; She was tired of the game.&nbsp; Tired of playing at arousal and sensation.&nbsp; There would be time for slow, langorous exploration later.&nbsp; Right now, her need was too great to progress as she truly wanted to.&nbsp; Now, she needed him within her and she was going to make that happen.<br><br>A note of apology entered her voice and eyes, but it fled quickly after.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, Peter, but I truly can not treat you as you deserve to be treated.&nbsp; My need is too great."<br><br>She slithered up onto the bed, moving in as controlled a manner as she could.&nbsp; When she'd stradled his waist, she could feel the heat and power of his cock and she ached, her bonds weakening for a moment.&nbsp; With a shudder and a lurch of self-control, Kathrain brought her right hand down to gently grasp his cock.&nbsp; She locked her eyes on his, her left hand and arm supporting her body above him.&nbsp; Slowly, she guided his cock to the hungry, slick entrance of her sex.<br><br>With the head of him settled in place, Kathrain brought her right hand up to brace her upper body, then slowly sank upon him.&nbsp; She had to move slowly at first and he would feel that she was extremely tight.&nbsp; Likewise, she was extremely hot.&nbsp; A low, almost wailing moan pulsed from her as she eased herself down over his truly massive length.&nbsp; At first, it seemed that she wouldn't be able to take him all the way inside, but she was patient, barely.&nbsp; <br><br>If Peter chose to watch her internal struggle, he would see that her physical need was phenomenal.&nbsp; He would also see that she was fighting herself at every turn, moving slow enough for her body to adjust, while every synapse snapped and burned with the need for instant penetration.&nbsp; Only when she had fully relaxed herself around him did her pelvis squarely meet his.&nbsp; And then, not only did she release her own restraint, those binding him also crumbled into nothingness.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 23:41:42</strong>
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				He remained silent in response to her words, realisng that this truly was no dream though he didnt want it to end. A soft sigh escaped his lips as she took his cock into her mouth. His eyes closed as she continued to pay it attention. It had been a long time since anyone had been intimate with him. It seemed all too soon before she stopped and her magic lifted him to the bed, though he went willingly despite knowing he had the power to break her magic. <br><br>As she slowly lowered herself onto his hard, stiff cock, another gasp escaped his lips. He had never been with a woman in this way before, and was suprised at the tightness and how good it felt. His hips pushed slowly up into hers as she slowly lowered herself onto him, wanting to be deep inside of her. And then when he could go no further in, she let the magic that bound him fall away. And he was more then willingly to please her as his own lust began to take over.<br><br>His hands went straight to her hips, then slid up her slim slides to her breasts, begining to caress them, rubbing her hardened nipples between his thum and forefingerrs as he slowly grinds his hip up into hers, causing his cock to move around while inside of her. He moaned, enjoying the feel of her slickness and tightness around his hardness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>28-04-2006, 01:08:12</strong>
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				The sensations rolling through her were quite intense.&nbsp; The fire that had long before been built was raging, threatening to explode in uncontrollable waves of heat and pleasure.&nbsp; She leaned forward over him, her hands bracing her at either side of his shoulders.&nbsp; And then she began moving her hips.&nbsp; <br><br>First she rolled them, slowly, pressing down upon him as she did so, the motions causing friction against his balls.&nbsp; She looked into his eyes, staring into them regardless as to where he looked.&nbsp; For her, the physical wasn't quite enough, she also needed the eye contact.&nbsp; She needed to read his emotions and desires on his face, in his eyes.&nbsp; And she was thrilled by the lust she saw within him, for it mirrored her own.<br><br>She moved atop him slowly at first, leaning over his body.&nbsp; Her words were low, throaty and predatory; and a command.&nbsp; "Hold my hips, Peter, stroke my legs, hips and hind end.&nbsp; Graze your hands over my back and sides, but right now, don't touch my breasts.&nbsp; There will be time for that later."<br><br>Stilling her voice, she watched him intently, still focusing her lust mostly into the camp far below them.&nbsp; At the touch of his hands to her hips, she arched her back, her breasts pressed closer to his chest.&nbsp; And then she began moving against him in earnest.&nbsp; She bounced upon him, her breasts echoing the motion of meeting his every thrust.&nbsp; She ground her hips against his and he would feel her puss heating, growing ever warmer.<br><br>She stared into his eyes, her own heavy with her need.&nbsp; Her hands moved from supporting her to resting upon his chest as she sat back some, adding a little more depth for his penetration.&nbsp; Sitting up further, she granted him the second deepest penetration he would ever find with her.&nbsp; Then, as she spoke, she redoubled her magic into the people below, most probably creating the overwhelming physical need to act upon the private dreams they all shared.<br><br>"My love, you are bringing me toward my peak.&nbsp; And I am going to do this to you again and again.&nbsp; I am going to ride you frequently, my love.&nbsp; And you are going to ride me.&nbsp; I will bind you, and use you for my pleasure.&nbsp; And you will bind me and use me for your pleasure.&nbsp; But now, you are going to make me peak."<br><br>She was breathing more heavily, her breasts rising and falling with each mutual thrust.&nbsp; She leaned back then, drawing tension against his cock as well as stimulating herself with the taut feelings against the front wall of her puss.&nbsp; She was, indeed close to her orgasm.&nbsp; She would hold on for just a little longer, wanting him to feel exactly how much sexual power he had with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>28-04-2006, 02:33:00</strong>
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				His eyes open and lock with hers as his hips move in concert with hers. He knew that he wouldnt last very long himself, the pleasure filling his body that great. He slid his hands down to her hips, sliding them over her rump then lower back then back over her legs, alternating as he mind envisioned what his hands were touching. He playfully slapped her ass gently, as he feels the walls of her puss squeeze around his cock. He could sense the growing climax in her body and wanted her to release, cumming over his cock.<br><br>As she began to bounce up and down on his cock, his hands moved to her hips as he thrust his hips up as hers came down, impaling his cock deep into her with every thrust, and also making it nearly slip out as their hips seperated. Soft grunts echoed from his mouth from the effort and force of their meeting. His eyes trailed down to her breasts occasionally, hungry to be able to suck on her nipples. But he would wait - nights of love making lay before them as long as he kept her secret from the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 00:17:50</strong>
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				Kathrain felt the flood gates open deep within her belly.&nbsp; Heat spread out rapidly, waves crashing against cliffs of stone as the flood raced toward the only exit available.&nbsp; As the roiling, writhing sea within her sped forward in its journey, heat and passion rose higher, a pink hue stealing over the flesh of her belly, breasts, chest, throat and face.&nbsp; A fine mist of perspiration filmed her flesh as the first convulsions began.<br><br>A roar of power, lust and need writhed within her body, rising through belly, chest and throat.&nbsp; As it lurched past her lips, Kathrain's walls constricted tightly around Peter's cock, squeezing in slow motion.&nbsp; The stricture preceded the molten cum by a fraction of a second and he soon felt himself encased in a wet heat more intense than had ever been previously felt.&nbsp; Her orgasm exploded within her, spilling her heat about him, raining down with a power she hadn't realized she had.<br><br>Her body convulsed wildly upon him, his hands on her hips being the only sanity she found.&nbsp; Her hands clenched the backs of his tightly as she arched nearly double, the top of her head almost touching the mattress between his legs.&nbsp; This position tightened her orgasmic clench even more, sealing him within her at his deepest possible penetration.<br><br>And then she screamed, summoning Peter's climax.<br><br><br>---<br><br><br>Far below them, the members of the camp were tossed in the grip of her climax.&nbsp; Even at their height, Kathrain and Peter could hear screams of passion.&nbsp; There was nothing guarding the people below them, they were victims to the carnal nature, helpless against the needs of the body.&nbsp; <br><br>All below were affected, though the degrees varied.&nbsp; Those of the most stout moral fortitude masterbated themselves, unable to resist.&nbsp; Those of less stern character found any source for release, men rutting with women when possible, but rutting with each other as necessary.&nbsp; Lone men joined couples, taking any position they could find in order to attain release.&nbsp; <br><br>And yet, as each individual found themselves unable to continue without climax, they discovered they couldn't climax.&nbsp; The need simply built higher and more intense without surcease.&nbsp; Until the last spasm ripped through Kathrain's body.&nbsp; At that moment, she cut her magic manipulation off, severing the connection as surely as if it had never been.<br><br>This left each member of the team far below both completely conscious and aware of their surroundings - and actions - and completely and utterly unable to fulfill their bodies' needs.&nbsp; Men found themselves buried to the hilt, needing release and unable to attain it.&nbsp; Women felt themselves filled, some painfully so, and unable to find relief.&nbsp; <br><br>Screams of horror and shock rose upward and there was obvious chaos far below.&nbsp; What Peter would see when returned was indescribable.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 15:03:52</strong>
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				As she arched her back he ran his hands over her belly to cup her breasts that were jutting out from her body. As he orgasm rocked the world around them, and the pressure of her walls squeezing around his cock, he couldnt hold back any longer. His own body tensed up, his legs flexing where they were as he pressed his hip up into hers, so that he was buried in her as deep as he could. His cock swelled as it pulsated, spewing his hot, salty cum deep inside of her as a moan escaped his lips. The release was far stronger then he could have imagined it to be, and it lasted several seconds before his cock stopped pulsating his gooey liquid into her. His hands squeeze her breasts as he cums inside of her, before falling back to her hips as their orgasm ends. <br><br>He pants for breath, but she can feel that he is still mostly hard inside of her. It was perhaps his first time being with a woman, and he wanted it to last all night. He could only imagine what those below him were feeling, having been able to follow the trace of her magic down to them, knowing now that those noises he had heard coming from their tents were due mostly because of the magic she had weaved over them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>30-04-2006, 19:15:44</strong>
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				When Peter's hands rose to her breasts, she was thrust yet more forcefully and another raging orgasm roared through her before the first had truly ended.&nbsp; As he climaxed deep within her, she felt the searing heat of him, of his seed, spearing upward with tremendous power.&nbsp; While he held her up, that perfect flight that had nothing to do with physical position, Kathrain felt herself soar.&nbsp; And even as she flew, she fell.<br><br>She collapsed upon him, breath coming in fast pants.&nbsp; Her words wouldn't push themselves from her throat, but she pressed her adoration and praise against him, wanting him to feel how incredible he made her feel.&nbsp; She craved him and wanted him to know this.<br><br>She didn't move away from him, she only collapsed down upon him.&nbsp; Her long hair spread partially over his face as her head caressed his shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>"Peter, my love.&nbsp; Thank you." she murmured breathlessly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-05-2006, 19:59:26</strong>
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				His hips remained pressed up towards hers, even as she collapsed, before he let his tense muscles relax. His arms came up around he, slowly rubbing his hands over her back as she lay against him. He breahed heavily, not sure how to respond to her thanks.<br><br>His cock only slowly began to go limp inside her, as the emotions and lust slowly faded with the last drops of his seed. He was spent - and couldnt feel any happier then he did right now. He wasnt sure if he would be able to go all night at this rate, but he figured that he would be spending many more nights here with her. But what of those who had come with him, those below them? He wondered what had transpired in the tents, knowing their lust was filled with the magic she had cast as part of her own lust. This magic truly was a powerful thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 19:27:44</strong>
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				Kathrain remained upon his chest, her breath pressing against his neck in soft, shuddering bursts.&nbsp; As his hands traversed her back, tremors spread outward and increased the melting sensation.&nbsp; She wanted to share her passion, to be worthy of him, but she was spent and knew it.&nbsp; A flicker of doubt passed through her mind.&nbsp; Would he hurt her?<br><br>Slowly, she drew herself away from him and though she didn't quite have the strength to move far, there seemed to be a distance between them.&nbsp; She kept her eyes closed, but a single tear slipped through.&nbsp; She hadn't wanted it to be like this.&nbsp; She had wanted to sweep him off his feet, yes, but not by force.&nbsp; In her greed, need and lust, she had taken what he may not have freely given otherwise.&nbsp; Though she had used him, though she had used magic to draw him to her and sate her own need, it wasn't what she had truly wanted to do.&nbsp; <br><br>Kathrain exhaled more slowly as she lay only partially against him.&nbsp; And still, there was a distance.&nbsp; She was pulling away emotionally, once again locking the beast in its cage.&nbsp; Once again, she was locking the door, building up a wall around the cage and surrounding her soul with a spiderweb of denial.&nbsp; She had taken advantage of Peter's naivte.&nbsp; She had slithered into his dreams and stolen them.&nbsp; She had used his private, possibly unknown, desires to further her own agenda.&nbsp; And, that was wrong.&nbsp; She shouldn't have done so.<br><br>He had responded to her need, and he had done so willingly, on a conscious level, but Kathrain had forced it.&nbsp; She had been jealous of her home.&nbsp; She had been jealous of her land.&nbsp; She had been jealous of her time.&nbsp; Mostly, though, she had been jealous of whomever Peter had been dreaming of.&nbsp; That, she had had no right to act on.<br><br>Kathrain, unwilling to let go of Peter, moved her fingers lightly over the skin of his shoulder and side, her body pressed to his opposite side.&nbsp; In her need, he had come.&nbsp; When she had called, he had come to her.&nbsp; And, she was more grateful than she would ever be able to convey to him.&nbsp; Still, she felt guilty.&nbsp; She had wanted her first time with him to be gentle, loving, hope-filled and slow.&nbsp; <br><br>As she had withdrawn her magic from him and the people far below, she had also withdrawn her invasion of his mind and thoughts.&nbsp; She didn't know he was happy.&nbsp; She didn't know he wanted her.&nbsp; She knew only that she had used him too roughly, too quickly, too callously; and that realization, that guilt, was a weight she had never wanted to bear.&nbsp; In effect, she had raped him.&nbsp; And that bothered her tremendously.<br><br><br><br>Far below them, moans, screams and fearful cries could be heard and sensed.&nbsp; There would be fewer people there come morning, and tension would be high for those who chose to stay.&nbsp; Of those who chose to stay, confidence would be damaged while self-doubt took its place.&nbsp; All would be affected, if only a little, save for Peter.&nbsp; Rather, Peter would most definitely be affected, but not in the same way.&nbsp; He would have no magically-induced, negative reactions to the mating.&nbsp; Most probably, Peter would be the least affected of all parties, especially Kathrain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 03:05:03</strong>
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				Peter lay on his back, eyes closed. He was completely drained -&nbsp; both mentally and physically. The sexually-charged magic had been more draining then he would have realised, had he known the extent to which she had used it on him. And she had taped into his magic while he had slept, though he didnt fully realise this yet. The day had also taken its toll on him mentally - all the realisations that would forever change the way he looked at things, his discovery of his own magic, and his ability to use it. <br><br>Physically, climbing that high up the tower, combined with the jetlag, definately had worn down on him - part of the reason he had fallen asleep on her bed. The use of magic was also physically draining...and then the sex! That had perhaps taken the most toll on him, running on such an emotional, hormonal high unti it had peaked, then falling down the&nbsp; backside of it. But it was more then worth it.<br><br>His arm lay under her neck as she had rolled off of him, and he now absent-mindedly trailed his hand through her hair. It was then that he could hear the sounds of his colleagues in their tent-village below them. He could only wonder how many would remain when the sun rose in the east to start a new day. If things went how he thought they had, he could think of perhaps one couple who wouldnt have much of a problem with what happened - or at least one of his male colleagues who wouldnt mind waking up to find his cock in one particular younger, most attractive female archaelogist that had also arrived. But not him - he was laying in bed with the most beautiful person in the world as far as he was concerned.<br><br><br>OOC: Not back home yet, just lazy day today while GF studies for exam tomorrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 01:01:07</strong>
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				As she lay beside him, her guilt seemed to call to her, summoning her into a darkness she feared she might never break past again.&nbsp; And still, as sleep took her, the guilt began to ease.&nbsp; Her dusky red hair had come unplaited and was loose and long.&nbsp; It spread out about her head in a fan of copper, brown and true-red hues.&nbsp; Her faintly pink, freckled skin, covered in a faint sheen of sweat, was soft and smooth, as if she'd never been a day without moisturizers and pampering.&nbsp; To be honest, the exact opposite was true.<br><br>Her body, while not exactly skinny, was lithe and graceful.&nbsp; Had she been less busty or a touch less hippy, she might have been a dancer.&nbsp; Still, she was a magus and that didn't require any specific body shape.&nbsp; While she was tall, she wasn't too far beyond the average.&nbsp; She did not consider herself to be beautiful, but there were some who thought she was.&nbsp; She'd never thought about it herself.&nbsp; Besides, she was always buried in her books or teaching the new batch of magelings.&nbsp; She didn't have time to take care of herself.&nbsp; Yet in her sleep, as she relaxed, she became <i>pretty</i>.&nbsp; There was a soft, breath-taking beauty about her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 01:48:59</strong>
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				He could hear her breathing slowing down, before settling at a steady rythym. Turning his head so that he could look at her, he noticed a calmness about her features that suggested she was sleeping. A smile crossed his face. Even asleep, she still seemed to radiate a beauty about her. It had a calming effect on him, and his lithe body soon began to succumb to the exhaustion from the events of the day.<br><br>It wasnt long before his eyelids slid close, his arm still wrapped around her. His chest heaved up and down slowly, in a steady pace as sleep claimed his body. This time, he would dream no dreams, such was the utter exhaustion that consumed his body. Even so, he would awake with the first rays of the sun climbing over the horizon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 02:20:20</strong>
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				The first rays of light crept over the edge of the window sill.&nbsp; Ordinarily, Kathrain would have awakened immediately.&nbsp; This morning, however, she was held deep in the clutches of sleep.&nbsp; She was owned by the power of sleep and she wasn't going to wake on her own any time soon.&nbsp; At some point during the night, she'd shifted her position, rolling over onto her belly.&nbsp; Her backside was toward Peter, her hair partially concealing her upper back and fully concealing her face.<br><br>Sunlight curved toward them and she moaned softly, but didn't wake.&nbsp; There was a tenderness and a trust implicit in her exposing her back to him.&nbsp; Her left arm lay behind her, palm up, straight along her body.&nbsp; Her right arm lay bent, gently curled fist pressed against her chin as her head was turned to the right, away from Peter's body.&nbsp; Her left leg was straight, though her right was bent and out to the right some, right foot lightly brushing left knee.&nbsp; And still, she was at peace.&nbsp; A long, slow sigh fell from her mouth before she returned again to the silence of sleep.&nbsp; <br><br>Unless she was awakened, she would sleep until long after sunup.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 04:59:24</strong>
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				As the first rays of light fell across his face, he awoke with a start from a deep sleep. He felt very alert, more alive, and his senses seemed to tingle with excitement. Why? He did not know. As he sat up, his adominal muscles constricted, flexing, along with the muscles in his arms as he used them to push himself into an upright position. He paused for a moment, his eyes trailing over the outline of the woman who lay beside him. So last night hadnt been a dream. He looked about for what few clothes he had worn to bed and quickly pulled them on. Breakfast would be in an hour. Breakfast!<br><br>He wasnt allowed to spend the night in the castle, and would be in trouble if he was found coming out of the tower. Without waking her, he quickly moved out into the hallway and dashed down the stairs at a breakneck speed. He burst through the open door, shutting it behind him with a thought - a tentacle of magic - without even realising he had used it. He slid to a halt in the dirt of the courtyard and stared around. Two tents were gone - the chalky outline in the dirt revealing where they had been. Heavy breathing could be heard from some of the other tents, and two men - ignoring him - hastily dismantled their tent and picked up their bags, taking off without so much of a word. With a quizzical look on his face, Peter entered his tent and began to dress. He pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a clean shirt before leaving his tent.<br><br>The air of the camp was slightly different today, more full of electicity. A few of the occupants who remained had smiles on their faces, or looks of disgust at what had happened during the previous night, and no words were spoken over breakfast. The leader of the expedition was the first to speak, and that was to dismiss everyone to go about their tasks, and think about what had happened during the night. Peter didnt want to ask - he was the only one with a single tent - so he let it go. He spent the morning helping one of the others examine the Kitchen, while some one else deciphered a miracously preserved parchment that had been nailed to a kitchen table. It was shortly before noon that he remebered about Kathrain and quickly made his way back up the tower, knocking on the bedroom door, not knowing whether it had been a dream or not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>06-06-2006, 11:19:03</strong>
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				She never slept passed dawn.&nbsp; Never before, anyway.&nbsp; But, this morning, dawn came and went.&nbsp; This morning, Peter rose and departed her bed and room.&nbsp; This morning, she moved not an inch until she heard a knock on her door.&nbsp; Her reply was thick with sleep and her head hurt.<br><br>"Yes?" she spoke in a barely audible voice.<br><br>She was still bare upon the bed, laying atop the blankets.&nbsp; As she tried to rise, she found herself unable to do so.&nbsp; The more she tried to move, the more her head hurt.&nbsp; And then she attempted to simultaneously open the door and cover herself, using the magic.&nbsp; Pain screamed through her mind and through the room, though the scream which filled the room was far more quiet than any she'd previously heard.&nbsp; <br><br>She had a psionic headache.&nbsp; She'd overused her magic then overused her body and she was going to pay for it throughout the day.&nbsp; Especially if she couldn't roll over.&nbsp; Again her voice reached out, only this time she was a little more clear.<br><br>"Peter?&nbsp; Is that you?&nbsp; I need your help." even that seemed to weaken her.&nbsp; She hated being weak.&nbsp; When she could think clearly, she would figure out why she was so drained.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 03:54:56</strong>
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				He burst into the door when she called for help, looking around to see if there were any intruders. He held an invisible sword in his hand - more like a tendril of magic, ready to lash out at whomever was assaulting her. Seeing the room being empty, he relaxed, and his eyes wandered over her naked body. Thoughts of the passionate love they had shared the night before stirred in his body, though by the look on her face something seemed wrong. He let the tendril of magic dissapate.<br><br>"Kathrain..are you ok? I thought some one was assaulting you.." He says, turning to fully face her. There were no signs of harm done to her body that she could see. Perhaps she was being assaulted by magic? He cast his tendril out but couldnt find any traces or anything resembling what he thought a magical attack would feel like, beyond the one that controlled the power in his 'mind.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 07:02:42</strong>
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				She would have laughed if that wouldn't have sent sparks of pain rippling through her mind.&nbsp; As it was, she could barely speak without setting off the vibrations.&nbsp; Her voice was soft, subdued.&nbsp; It may have sounded sexual, though that wasn't her intention.&nbsp; Her intention was to not hurt.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Peter... for worrying you... I'm just..." she paused, focusing on breathing.&nbsp; "There is something you need to be aware of, in regard to magic."<br><br>Again she tried to roll over and though she managed to start, there was a tension in her body that wouldn't allow the right muscles to relax.&nbsp; "Please, help me roll over and I'll explain." she spoke weakly, frustrated and embarrassed.<br><br>Only after Peter had helped her and set her in a more comfortable position did she speak again.&nbsp; "When you over use your magic, you get a fierce pain inside your head.&nbsp; That's what has happened to me.&nbsp; When you overuse the magic and the body, that pain is intensified.&nbsp; When you attempt to use the magic anyway... " she smiled faintly, slowly opening her eyes to look up into his.&nbsp; "... the pain becomes that of some gnome dancing inside your skull, throwing daggers and spiked maces against your skull."<br><br>Kathrain closed her eyes, concentrating on breathing.&nbsp; The psionic headache was much like what Peter would know as migranes, severe ones.&nbsp; She did reach her hand for his, trying to clasp it gently.&nbsp; With her eyes closed, she continued speaking softly.<br><br>"I wanted to tell you that I was sorry.&nbsp; I used you last night, your dreams, your body.&nbsp; I had no right to do that.&nbsp; I should have asked you." for a moment she clenched her eyes, but that only increased the dancing gnome's ire.&nbsp; "You are completely within your right to strike at me.&nbsp; In my current state I would be unable to fight back.&nbsp; But, it is within your right, for I took liberties I should not have."<br><br>Slowly, Kathrain opened her eyes, looking at him.&nbsp; Yes, he had the right, by the custom of her times, to take revenge for her foolishness.&nbsp; She didn't want him to.&nbsp; She hoped she hadn't hurt him.&nbsp; She hoped she hadn't angered him.&nbsp; But, if she had, she would willingly pay the price.<br><br>"Once I have recovered from this, I am yours to do with as you will." The look in her eyes was one of penetence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 13:51:38</strong>
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				He was confused when she asked him to help her roll over. It dawned on him that maybe she was completely physically drained - which she confirmed with words only moments later. He gently kneeled on the edge of the bed and rolled her over into a more comfortable position. He listened to her words carefully before responding. He had also woken up with a headache, though he had managed to ignore the slight pain it was causing. If he compared using magic to playing a sport, then the analogy worked well in his head at least. Her reference to gnomes was slightly unusual, but he supposed that if magic was true then gnomes might very well be true. But the way she described them didnt make them seem like the statue-garden-gnomes a few people had in their gardens. If they were evil as she made them seem, it would be interesting to see where they turned from bad to good in peoples minds.<br><br>His hand sought out hers and he held it gently as she feebly reached for his. He figured that there were some laws or something governing the wizards of her time, which must be what she was referring too, but he had his own set of morales too. "Even if you hadnt used your magic, you were already doing a good job of seducing me. Only entering this room today did i realise that what had started out as a dream in my head - my own free will - had turned into something much more real. I dont think i'd like to strike you, but if last night is a promise of how things could be between us, i plan on taking full liberties with you. If thats what you want too - i'd also like to continue this magic business. There are only a few people left after left night, so i doubt they'll notice me staying up her at nights now either."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>20-06-2006, 02:10:05</strong>
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				Kathrain watched Peter's eyes, listening to the kindness, even excitement, in his voice.&nbsp; As he spoke, the fear and nervousness left her eyes, replaced by adoration and peace.&nbsp; She gently squeezed his hand, her smile soft and slow, but honest.<br><br>"I hadn't intended to seduce you... but, now that I think about it..." she smiled softly once again, her tone changing slightly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Peter," she hesitated.&nbsp; "I am yours as long as you'll have me.&nbsp; I don't know if last night was a promise, but now, conscious and fully aware of what I'm saying... I want to experience you in every way."<br><br>Her eyes tripped in their focus, shifting back and forth as she gazed upon him.&nbsp; Again her hand gently squeezed his.&nbsp; And she wasn't embarrassed or ashamed to be naked before him.&nbsp; Somehow it felt right.<br><br>She pressed her hand forward just a little, her fingers lightly brushing against his wrist.&nbsp; "There is a code among magi.&nbsp; When one has wronged another without proper cause, atonement must be made.&nbsp; Much of the time that atonement comes in the form of physical punishment.&nbsp; Another form, however, is that of servitude for a specific period of time."&nbsp; She again brushed her fingers against his wrist.&nbsp; "I will teach you how to use your gifts, Peter.&nbsp; And, I will serve you." <br><br>She paused, but a certain light entered her eyes as she whispered the last.&nbsp; "And you will serve me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-06-2006, 04:20:33</strong>
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				He sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand, listening to every word she said. The more she revealed, the more those Fantasy books he had read sounded pretty close to the truth. Which was slightly perplexing - how would they get it so right if it was only just a guess? He shrugged his shoulders absentmindedly, but nodde his head at her statements. <br><br>"So i am to become your apprentice. Might it make sense for me to learn the code of the magi first, so that i know when one is broken? It might help me understand this world of magic. You must realise that much has been lost of history and writings - the art of magic is thought to never have existed other then in peoples imaginations." He says, a change of tone coming in his voice as he thinks about what all this could entail. "Is there anything i can do for you right now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>21-06-2006, 05:55:25</strong>
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				There was an ease with which they communicated that surprised her greatly.&nbsp; She wasn't going to turn her back on it, though.&nbsp; It was hard enough to find someone who could match her in her time.&nbsp; To think she'd had to travel centuries into the future to find someone she could... no, it wasn't love.&nbsp; She wouldn't allow it to be love.&nbsp; <br><br>Kathrain shook her head slightly and turned her full focus on Peter's words.&nbsp; <i>Hold me</i> she thought to herself.&nbsp; She didn't say it.&nbsp; That would have been a very foolish move.&nbsp; But it's what she wanted most.&nbsp; Instead, she smiled faintly and nodded.<br><br>"Help me sit up." she was still far weaker than she would have liked, but she had expended a tremendous amount of energy, mentally, physically and magically.&nbsp; "And water, please." she smiled thinly.<br><br>Once she was situated more comfortably, her voice gained a little strength and she'd drawn the sheet to cover her naked form.&nbsp; "There has never been a written record of the code, it has always seemed to be something mages simply understood." she smiled faintly, reaching for Peter's hand once more.&nbsp; "The point of the code is to deal respectfully with all those you might come in contact with.&nbsp; We are to be helpful and polite, staying out of non-magical affairs if at all possible.&nbsp; We are not allowed to force someone else's will.&nbsp; And, we must be sure to never harm an innocent."<br><br>Again she smiled, knowing she'd broken all three of those rules.&nbsp; "There is more, but I don't have the strength to word them properly.&nbsp; For now, just focus on those three.&nbsp; Upon those three do all the others hang."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 02:37:29</strong>
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				He wrapped an arm around her, under her shoulders, and used his sheer strength to lift her up as he dragged her towards him, setting her in a sitting postion, back against the beds board. He removed his arm, his hand trailing through her hair as he did so. He stood and moved over to the basin, but found it to be empty. He waved his hand over it, unthinking, and clear cool water filled it. He brought it over to her and held it gently to her lips, letting her sip from it slowly so as not spill any of it. <br><br>"The Codes seem simple enough. And easy to commit to memory. With any luck, no others will find us here for they have other things on their minds." He paused, noting her frailty. "Perhaps today would be better spent if i translated your journal into my language? It would give my superiors some belief that i am making progress up here. There are many unusual things that have been found her, but i have naught to show for it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 03:20:38</strong>
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				Kathrain shivered faintly at the feel of his fingers against her skin.&nbsp; Involuntarily a gentle blush rose.&nbsp; She wasn't embarrassed.&nbsp; And yet, as his hand trailed through her hair, she stifled a gasp.&nbsp; The blush increased.&nbsp; Perhaps she could pass it off as a reaction to the exertion.<br><br>"Thank you." she said softly as he drew the water back away from her lips.&nbsp; "And yes, the code is simple."<br><br>Her smile was warm as she watched him for a few moments.&nbsp; "If you would care for such, I can assist in the translation.&nbsp; I will not do it for you, for you would not learn that way, but if you need help, I will help you."<br><br>Kathrain reached forward, brushing her fingertips against his arm.&nbsp; The touch was soft, barely a whisper of sensation.&nbsp; Even as she did so, however, she felt the brush of his magic.&nbsp; It eased the pain in her head some.&nbsp; She looked at him askance for a moment.<br><br>"You are a healer." she said it with wonder in her tones.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 04:10:28</strong>
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				He grins as she agrees to help him. "You would? I think i'll become pretty famous if i'm able to translate the entire thing. Our little secret though." He says with a grin. He feels her gently brush his magic. "I dont think i've seen the language in such a pure form, so there will be much you can help me with." The possibilities intrigued him. It would give him insight into her mind, he supposed -that of some one from thousands of years ago. It was the sort of thing he lived for, why he had become a historian - or attempted to become. He was still in college afterall, but his skills had qualified him for this trip.<br><br>Her next comment startled him though. He quirked a brow at her. "A healer? What do you mean...i have no intentions of being a Doctor, which is why i am here and not in medschool." He says in response, trying to figure out where her comment had come from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 05:04:15</strong>
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				She smiled faintly.&nbsp; "When I touched you just then, did you not feel your magic respond?&nbsp; I did not reach for it, I did not seek it out, and yet, with that contact, your magic reached out to me, easing the pain.&nbsp; You're a healer."<br><br>Kathrain watched him in awe.&nbsp; He may not have understood the significance, but she certainly did.&nbsp; Quietly she explained the classes of wizardry.&nbsp; Her words rolled effortlessly for a while, but as she grew nearer the end of the recitation, her voice grew weaker, she leaned further back against the pillows Peter had arranged for her, and her eyes closed.&nbsp; Only as she finished her recitation, did she open her eyes again.&nbsp; <br><br>"... as you will recognize, a healer is one of the highest classes of magery.&nbsp; Your magic, while you have much of it, reaches out to heal.&nbsp; That does not mean you can't use other forms of magic or perform other deeds, it simply means that when you choose to heal, you will have greater success than even the apothecaries."<br><br>She sighed softly, resting more comfortably against the headboard.&nbsp; "I wonder, have you recognized this before?&nbsp; Have those close to you been less likely to fall ill?&nbsp; Have you, yourself, remained healthy when those around you were less so?&nbsp; All I did was awaken you to your magic, it was always in you."<br><br>Kathrain smiled, shaking her head just a bit.&nbsp; "I'm sorry.&nbsp; I get excited about such rare discoveries.&nbsp; Let us work on this journal, Peter.&nbsp; You should have something to show your companions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 06:51:07</strong>
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				His listens intently, intrigued by the various classes and their powers, eager to learn more about what hidden abilities he might have. He asks only a few questions, and those are just because he is unclear on certain terms she uses. He nods his head as she speaks. Taking no cue from her, he reaches out with thin tendril of magic and touches her with it as he responds.<br><br>"Now that i think of it, i have never gotten seriously ill. I dont think i even had the measels when i was young, though my best friend at the time had it. And i suppose you could say my parents have always been in good health. No illnesses that i can think." He sat back against the bedboard beside her. "Thats very interesting, if you think about. That means there could be others out there who just dont know they have the magic. Right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 17:24:56</strong>
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				Whether it was her own body's desire to heal, or strictly the power of Peter's magic, the tendril that brushed against her was felt like a soothing caress.&nbsp; Again the pain receded some, though this time she also felt a gentle strength surround her muscles, entering her blood, giving her an added energy.&nbsp; She wasn't instantly cured, but the conscious press of magic toward her hadn't been geared for full healing.&nbsp; At the back of her mind, Kathrain wondered just how powerful his healing magic was.<br><br>She smiled softly.&nbsp; Having been granted the strength to move her body to some degree, she shifted slightly, settling more comfortably against the pillows.&nbsp; Fingers quested for his forearm and she watched his eyes for a few long moments before nodding to his final comment.<br><br>"Yes, indeed.&nbsp; Many have magical ability but they don't know about.&nbsp; Often those who consider themselves lucky are not actually benefactors of chance, they have the magic of good fortune.&nbsp; It simply follows them." she shrugged just a little, leaning against him as he shifted to sit beside her.&nbsp; "The more open a person is to the unusual and odd, the more likely they are to have inate magical ability."<br><br>Gently, her fingers danced over his forearm and down to his wrist.&nbsp; She was happy.&nbsp; Though that realization might have startled her, with him it seemed so natural that she didn't even notice the difference at first.&nbsp; The longer she remained in contact with him, however, the better she felt.&nbsp; That sensation she noticed.<br><br>"Shall we begin with the journal?" she asked softly, her head resting upon his shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 21:41:54</strong>
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				He turns to his magic as she speaks, part of him listening, part of him examining what sort of things he could do with the magic. The more he probed, the more he felt what she was feeling, and what was wrong. He cast the tendril through out her body, massaging her muscles back to relaxation, easing the pain from them. Physically, he was capable of seeing what was wrong and fixing such a minor ailment. But as for the rest, he wasnt sure what to do or if he could do so with out causing damage. That could come later, he was sure.<br><br>He reaches over to her bedside dresser and pulls it out, opening it up the first page. He pulls a pen from his pocket, but has no paper. He can remember leaving his pad in his tent, and concerntrates on invisioning the inside of the tent and where it lays. Closing his eyes to concerntrate, remembering the lessons from the yester day, he causes it to materialise in front of him. Opening an eye, his face turns into a grin as he sees he did what he was hoping.<br><br>"How should we start?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 01:20:23</strong>
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				Almost immediately she felt the relaxation settle into her body.&nbsp; It was amazing what he could do in such a brief time, and she was very pleased.&nbsp; Yes, he would become quite powerful, as long as she worked with him on not trying too much too quickly.&nbsp; Still, the gentle contact with his magic did more than simply relieve her muscle pain.&nbsp; Though he'd pulled back, not wanting to cause additional damage, simply having his magical touch soothed the pounding in her head.&nbsp; Now the gnome was just dancing.<br><br>As Peter's notebook appeared before him, she was very excited.&nbsp; She gently squeezed his thigh, her touch light, and she turned bright eyes upon him.<br><br>"That was perfect.&nbsp; You're learning very quickly.&nbsp; And, thank you for the energy.&nbsp; It is good that you did not attempt to heal my mind.&nbsp; Psionic headache is something that can only be cured with time."&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled softly, then nodded to the journal.&nbsp; "Begin with the first page.&nbsp; Translate what you know and when you get stuck, ask."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2006, 00:22:14</strong>
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				He nods his head, laying his notepad on the bed on the right side of the journal, opening up the first page. It starts off simple enough, translating each word into English. The sentance structure was very similiar, unlike latin where you had to reword the sentance slightly. It also started off being rather...dull. He had a problem with only a few words, which he asked her to help translate for him, as he continued to work. If he got the first several pages down in an hour, he would be doing a rather good job. <br><br>"Didnt like these apprentices too much did you? It seems like my Ancestor was your favourite though- i think you've written more about the bad things he's done than anyone else." He said with a smirk on his face. "It would be interesting meet him i think."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>24-06-2006, 02:03:55</strong>
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				Her laughter was soft and warm, a comfortable sound.&nbsp; "They were fine in and of themselves, but they didn't do all they could have.&nbsp; Your ancestor was the most frustrating.&nbsp; He had the greatest potential but refused to do anything with it."<br><br>She smiled a touch sadly.&nbsp; "It always brings me sorrow when someone who could be great throws it away.&nbsp; He wanted nothing more than parlor tricks to impress ladies.&nbsp; He didn't realize how great he could be.&nbsp; He didn't realize how much good he could do for the world around us."&nbsp; <br><br>Turning to gaze into Peter's eyes, Kathrain shook her head just a bit.&nbsp; "I had bound his magic many times before.&nbsp; The first time should be on the next page or two.&nbsp; He refused to concentrate on the summoning incantation and thought it was immensely entertaining to summon half-beasts.&nbsp; He was cruel in his thoughtlessness."<br><br>That memory gave her pause.&nbsp; It was exactly how she'd behaved the previous night.&nbsp; She had been selfishly motivated.&nbsp; She wanted to keep the castle to herself.&nbsp; And, she wanted to keep Peter to herself.&nbsp; But that went against the code.&nbsp; <br><br>She shook off those negative thoughts and turned to more positive ones.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; I think..." she looked at Peter, appraisingly.&nbsp; "I think it would be very possible for you to meet him."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2006, 02:11:49</strong>
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				He nods his head, quickly thumbing a few pages ahead to read of his ancestor, quickly immersing himself even as she peaks. She spoke the truth, of course, and he smiled at the thought of summoning half-beasts. So maybe all those mythical creatures were real as well? That could provide for some interesting possibilities. But what she said was most intriguing. <br><br>"What do you mean, meet him for myself? He probably died over a thousand years ago...and i dont like the idea of summoning the dead. All books about that never end well." He said with a shudder. If Demons and things like that were real, did that mean that zombies were too? He shuddered at the thought.<br><br>This whole magic business was opening his eyes and mind to the possibility that things once thought impossible were not. Perhaps, with the use of magic, it was possible to fly like a bird? Or transform into one. That could be fun, he thought, and he would have to ask about such things. He had always dreamt of being able to fly like an eagle, and he was sure he could use it to his advantage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>25-06-2006, 22:39:23</strong>
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				She smiled at his question; it was good that he was curious.&nbsp; "Well, if he could manipulate time, with practice, I'm sure you could as well.&nbsp; Infact, you already have."&nbsp; She smiled again, this time with a sense of knowledge to the expression.<br><br>She stretched slowly, bringing her arms up over her head, arching her back.&nbsp; The sheet slipped from her upper body, leaving her bare for a moment.&nbsp; A soft yawn accompanied her motions.&nbsp; When she ceased her stretch, she shifted, curling herself into a gentle ball, her head resting lightly upon Peter's thigh.&nbsp; <br><br>Her words were a faint murmur.&nbsp; While she wasn't exactly tired, she was quite relaxed.&nbsp; She liked the idea of being so comfortable with him.&nbsp; He was good for her.&nbsp; Kathrain hoped she would be good for him, too.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 18:37:08</strong>
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				He was puzzled by her statement. He had already traveled through time? Not that he could remember. He turned from her journal to look down at her as she rested her head on his thigh. <br><br>"What do you mean by that? I've never manipulated time...unless i did so with out knowing so." The thought of being able to manipulate time was very intriguing. It could lead to numerous possibilities, and he'd be able to travel back in time -in history- to witness events first hand. Now that sounded like fun! He could think of several major events that he would to have been at first hand. She would have to tell him more...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>28-06-2006, 23:48:37</strong>
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				She shifted again so that she could look up into his eyes.&nbsp; "Remember the seed pod?&nbsp; You returned it to the tree.&nbsp; You didn't change it's construction, you returned it to before you'd plucked it.&nbsp; That was a manipulation of time.&nbsp; You have the ability, but it means you have to pay more attention to what you do magically.&nbsp; You have to think in more than just where and how, you have to think in when as well."<br><br>She smiled softly, watching him.&nbsp; "You have more talent than you realize, but you will understand soon enough.&nbsp; For now, work on translation so that your companions will be impressed with your efforts."<br><br>While she granted him the freedom to work on the journal she shifted once again, curling up along side Peter.&nbsp; Her eyes closed as he translated and read words, and she made gentle, soft spoken corrections when he requested such.&nbsp; Idly, her fingers began to move against the semi-rough material of his jeans, just over his knee and along his shin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 18:02:05</strong>
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				He thought back to the day before, recalling what she had taught him. He nodded his head. That made sense. But what if he wanted to build something using magic, or attach something where it didnt belong? That wouldnt be time alteration, perhaps something entirely different all together. <br><br>"I see what you mean." He responds thoughtfully. "I put it back how it was before...that makes sense to me." He turns back to the translation of the journal. With her help, he was working at a speed much faster then he would be capable of alone. When she began to stroke his leg, it sent tingles through it. A thought crossed his mind. <br><br>"Would i be able to alter time and travel back to when...other people lived here?" He was going to say something else, but realised that the terms he was going to use might bring back some bad memories.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>29-06-2006, 23:08:18</strong>
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				She continued the motion of her fingers, enjoying the feel of the denim material.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; It will be possible for you to open a portal the way he did and simply step through to a different when.&nbsp; That will come soon enough.&nbsp; First you will need to learn how to open a portal."<br><br>Kathrain's smile was soft, though she didn't turn her head enough for him to see it.&nbsp; She played her fingers further over his leg, lightly following the seams, creases and folds of his jeans.&nbsp; The texture was intriguing to her, both rough like burlap and soft like... like no other material she'd felt.&nbsp; It didn't slide the way silk did and it wasn't itchy the way wool was.&nbsp; She was curious about its composition, and its color.&nbsp; She'd not seen such an interesting melding of dark and light blues.&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly she moved her exploration nearer her head, guiding her fingers along the seam against Peter's inner thigh.&nbsp; The denim tickled the pads of her fingers and she liked that sensation.&nbsp; Only then did she realize she might be tickling him as well.&nbsp; She paused a moment, but didn't stop.&nbsp; She liked the idea of tickling him.&nbsp; It seemed a gentle, kind form of affection and she liked that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2006, 21:19:47</strong>
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				Her administrations to his legs through the jeans he wore tingled nicely, though when she moved her hand towards his inner thigh, it started to arouse him slightly, distracting him from translating her journal even while they spoke. "Yes...i dont think i'd like to try and bend time right now. Its only day two, and theres much more to learn."<br><br>A sudden thought crossed his mind again. If you could open a time portal, and things like Goblins and the like were real, did that mean opening a Portal to allow fiends like Demons in would work? That could prove to be very...interesting. But he decided not to voice this thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>01-07-2006, 04:06:59</strong>
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				She smiled softly, her eyes closing as she continued to play her fingers against his thigh.&nbsp; She really was unaware of the effect her motions had.&nbsp; It wasn't a conscious thing for her.&nbsp; And then, she shifted her position, looking into Peter's eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Kathrain studied his face, his expression.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; There is much more for you to learn.&nbsp; And there is time in which to learn it.&nbsp; You will discover your limits as you practice."&nbsp; She shifted again, sitting up on the bed to face him, then looking to the page he had been translating. <br><br>A slow smile drew her lips upward, but also pulled a blush to her cheeks.&nbsp; "And the next page begins a recording of my dreams.&nbsp; When I started teaching Mark, I also started having dreams.&nbsp; They were... vivid and..." she paused, her blush growing darker.&nbsp; "They were not of my creation."&nbsp; <br><br>She looked down at her bare body, then at her hand, still on Peter's thigh.&nbsp; Almost as if she'd been burned, she pulled her hand back, the blush coloring her chest with a red hue.&nbsp; <br><br>"I didn't mean to be so familiar without your permission, Peter."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>06-07-2006, 18:02:17</strong>
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				He nods his head, blushing when he understands her meaning of how vivid her dreams were...and not of her creation. "Well, i think i can stop here then." He had tried to concerntrate on keeping his erection down, but wasnt doing a very good job of it. He smiles down at her when she apologises. "Dont worry...i really dont mind. You dont need my permission to...touch me in that sort of way." He says, then blushes even more when he realises what he was saying.<br><br>He wondered how hard it would be to study and learn his limits if such attention from her would cause such a reaction in him. He supposed that she would be clothed, and that it would be more like the previous day than it felt right now. Though, her hand was causing him to get rather aroused, and if last night was any sort of hint how things were to be, he was more then ready to go back at it again right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>07-07-2006, 01:51:21</strong>
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				Kathrain smiled at him, her eyes alight with a tenderness.&nbsp; As he mentioned stopping with the translation, she nodded.&nbsp; As he spoke of not needing permission, her smile brightened.&nbsp; She moved her fingers back to his thigh, this time intentionally.&nbsp; <br><br>"It is good to know that, Peter." her voice was a low, throaty whisper.&nbsp; "In some ways, I wasn't truly sorry for having touched you."<br><br>She licked her lips slowly, reaching her free hand toward his forearm.&nbsp; As her fingers caressed his upper, inner thigh, her other hand wrapped lightly around his wrist, drawing his hand to her bare breast.&nbsp; She sat before him, watching his eyes intently, until his palm made contact with her fevered and firm breast.<br><br>"Please, Peter.&nbsp; Please touch me.&nbsp; I ache." she whispered, her eyes closing, head falling back slowly.<br><br>Her questing fingers moved ever higher along his thigh until the back of her hand brushed his caged arousal.&nbsp; She then turned her hand to cup him, massaging gently as a low moan slithered from her throat.&nbsp; Her nipples were taut, straining for him.&nbsp; Her clitoris also strained for him, and she shifted her hips slightly, feeling the pressure of the movement send a flare of heat throughout her body.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-07-2006, 05:20:55</strong>
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				Bringing his hand down to her breast caused his erection to flare up out of his control, his hard cock straining against his jeans already. He squeezed her breast firmly, feeling her hard nipple in the palm of his hand before rolling it between thumb and finger. His legs part instinctively, letting her get better access - and undo his zipper if he was lucky - to his hardness. In such a position, he couldnt reach her pussy so used his other hand to caress her other breast, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as her wandering hand found his cock hard and ready for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 13:50:14</strong>
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				A soft moan fell forward as she felt the touch of Peter's fingers, stimulating her pebbled nipple.&nbsp; She arched into his caress, her own fingers reaching toward the obvious arousal he displayed.&nbsp; Slowly and gently, she moved her fingers over the closure of his jeans.&nbsp; While the button was simple enough, the zipper confounded her for a moment.&nbsp; Kathrain continued her journey, however, unwilling to give up until she had released his beautiful and most awing gift.<br><br>She shifted, drawing additional strength from his every touch.&nbsp; Slowly, she moved her hands to his waist, her eyes studying his intently.&nbsp; "Help me?" she asked softly, intent on drawing his jeans over his hips.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 15:01:35</strong>
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				He most willingly obliged, helping her undo the zipper and pull his jeans - and boxers - all the way down and off, his hard cock spring free. His hand didnt linger long, and it quickly moved back to her breast, squeezing it once more and rubbing her nipple between thumb and forefinger. He was already at full hardness, and was more then eager to taste her once more. "I knew last night wasnt a dream..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 17:56:13</strong>
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				She murmured softly, shifting her body to be closer to him.&nbsp; "No, it may have started as a dream, Peter, but it didn't remain that way."<br><br>Once his arousal was completely free of clothing, she turned her eyes from his to the beauty of his glorious cock.&nbsp; She chose not to speak, instead pressing her fingers forward, around him, intent on feeling every portion of him.&nbsp; As his hands massaged her breasts, caressing and playing across her body, her own fingers began a similar exploration of his cock and balls.&nbsp; She wrapped her long fingers around the length of him, her other hand dropping to gently caress, hold and stroke his balls.<br><br>Slowly, she drew her hands from his body, moving to grasp his wrists lightly.&nbsp; Kathrain gently pulled his hands from her breasts, then tilted her head slightly.&nbsp; She pressed his hands back against the bed, encouraging him to slide down until he was flat on his back.&nbsp; If he complied, she would guide his arms up over his head and hold them there for a time, slowly stradling his waist, teasing the length of his cock between her pussy lips.&nbsp; She didn't let him slip inside her, but she allowed him to feel her lubricating arousal along the length of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 18:13:20</strong>
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				His legs parted even more as she began to caress his cock and balls, his breathing becoming heavier as waves of pleasure slowly washed over his body as she both touched him, and he her. Her breasts felt smooth and firm under his touch, perfect orbs of pleasure - both for him and for her - and he was very aroused just playing with her nipples. It took little encouragement from her for him to slide down the bed, his arms stretched above his head causing his shirt to rise up her belly, his cock laying firmly against it and covering his belly button, so straight it was. He looked up into her eyes as she stradled him, pressing his hips up to further grind against her as she stradled him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>19-07-2006, 05:04:42</strong>
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				Kathrain shuddered most violently as Peter thrust up against her.&nbsp; Her fingers tightened about his wrists briefly as his motion teased her clitoris.&nbsp; She snapped her eyes open, looking down into his.&nbsp; She rocked her hips foward and back, her readiness patently obvious.&nbsp; Slowly she drew her hands from his wrists, nails lightly raking his arms, then chest as she sat back.&nbsp; She continued downward until she reached the bare skin of his belly, sliding her fingers beneath his shirt.&nbsp; Her words were a haunted caress.<br><br>"Peter... I... I need you."<br><br>Raising her hips, she guided her right hand down to his cock.&nbsp; She stroked gently at first, caressing him from base to head and back.&nbsp; Carefully, she guided the head of his cock between her swollen labia to the entrance.&nbsp; Maintaining eye contact, Kathrain slowly dropped her hips, sinking down over him inch by inch.&nbsp; Her walls stretched slowly to accomodate his girth, swallowing him completely.&nbsp; Only after her pelvis met his did she shift her hips in a long, slow circle.&nbsp; <br><br>Again she leaned forward, her hands moving to his wrists, holding them above his head.&nbsp; Her hair fell forward, surrounding their heads in a veil of silk threads and again she made a slow circle of her hips.&nbsp; She didn't rise or fall, knowing that doing so was what he needed most.&nbsp; Though she didn't have the use of her magic at the moment, she could use other methods to torture him; and increase his pleasure.&nbsp; She needed to hear him beg for that thrusting motion.&nbsp; She needed him to need it.&nbsp; Oh yes, she loved him, loved the feel of him deep inside her, loved the feeling of his body trembling beneath her, but she wasn't quite ready to give him what he most wanted.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-07-2006, 23:24:58</strong>
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				He was about to respond when he felt her hand return to his cock, a gasp escaping his lips. He loved it whenever some one other then himself touched his cock. When he felt the head of his cock at her opening, he let out a moan of pleasure as she sunk down on him, his hands instinctively reaching up to caress her breasts, thumbing her nipples as he squeezes her ample mounds firmly. His hips rise up to meet hers as she lowers herself onto him. <br><br>As she takes his hands and moves them above his head, he grinds his hips up into hers as she girates on him, eager to begin fucking but he notices she doesnt ride him. Instead, she continues to tease him with the action of girating. He wasnt about to complain, though, and knew he had to learn restraint and help please the woman he was with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>05-08-2006, 08:54:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His thrusts pleased her and she began rocking her hips forward and back.&nbsp; While that didn't give him the actual sensation of thrusting, it worked to stimulate her front and back walls.&nbsp; Kathrain made a few more slow revolutions then pressed her body down against his.&nbsp; Her words were soft and gentle as she murmured against his ear.<br><br>"You are everything I need." she reached forward, taking his earlobe between her teeth and suckling gently for a moment.&nbsp; "Everything."<br><br>Slowly she began raising and lowering herself upon his length, drawing the thrusts out slowly in order to heighten her pleasure as well as his.&nbsp; She bent to his mouth, gently beginning a kiss which took control in and of itself.&nbsp; As her tongue pushed gently into his mouth, she pushed herself down upon his cock.&nbsp; As her tongue wound gently around his, she circled her hips.&nbsp; As she drew back off of him, she withdrew her tongue from his mouth.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>11-08-2006, 17:43:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sensation of her girating on top of him sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. His hands rested on her hips, moving up to cup and caress her breasts, squezzing them firmly and pinching her erect nipples. His hairs stood up when she sucked on his ear, her breath tickling him.<br><br>His mouth parted to greet hers, tongue mimicking her motions as she began to thrust herself up and down on his shaft. This was love making - not the fast, furious lusty pace of the night before. He didnt think he had ever been so aroused or hard as he was now, his cock standing straight up and firm, embedded deep in her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>17-08-2006, 20:12:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt her fire intensify with Peter's additional motions.&nbsp; The sensation of his hands, the pinches, caresses; they only increased her desire for him.&nbsp; Kathrain moved her body gently against his, raising and lowering herself upon his length.&nbsp; There was a symetry to the motion, and he thrilled her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-08-2006, 20:44:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam sits up, pressing his body against hers as she rides his shaft. He begins to suck on her neck, biting it gently with his teeth for several&nbsp; moments, hands pressed into her back, before he rolls them over, managing to keep inside of her, so she is on her back. He presses his hips into hers slowly, sliding his entire length into her, legs splayed behind him, his weight resting on his elbows, mouth still locked around her neck sucking on it. His thrusts, while not slow, are also not fast but a middle pace with enough firmness that it makes there bodies move with each thrust. He goes into as far as he can with each thrust.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>17-08-2006, 22:19:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Peter brought his hands up against her back, his lips claiming her throat, Kathrain moaned long and low.&nbsp; She ached for him in ways she didn't quite understand.&nbsp; When he rolled, she gasped sharply then moaned again, the vibrations moving through her throat against his suckling mouth.&nbsp; She arched up into him, her hips rising to gently welcome his control of their union.<br><br>She dropped her hands to his shoulders, tenderly caressing the musculature of his back and sides.&nbsp; Her moans became more intense as his lips continued their taunting suction against the flesh of her neck.&nbsp; Her pulserate spiked.&nbsp; Her breathing shortened.&nbsp; Her body trembled.&nbsp; Her thighs spread and she used her legs to aid in the upward tilt of her hips.&nbsp; The intensity of his every touch was thrilling to her and she needed more even as she felt herself looming close to climax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-08-2006, 22:38:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reaches his arms back as she lifts her legs apart, hooking them around her knees to place them up against his shoulders. This changes the angle, causing his cock to rub against her g-spot side more then the other, and causes him to use his eight to counteract hers, causing his thrusts to be more forcefull. He could feel the growing sensation of an orgasm growing up from the base of his cock. It wouldnt be long before he could hold out any longer, but he continued his steady pace, breaking his suckling off her neck to look down between their bodies, watching his cock slide into her womanhood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>19-08-2006, 21:49:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned hungrily, the shift in position granting her additional sensations she hadn't been expecting.&nbsp; The intensity of his ministrations left her panting, stretched and pleading for her release.&nbsp; Her pleas were soft, delicate and whispered adorations.&nbsp; And the heat speared upward from the base of her spine, sending tongues of flame through her mind.&nbsp; Her body convulsed beneath Peter's and she poured her orgasmic flood up over his driving shaft.<br><br>Kathrain brought her hands to bear against his back, kneading his shoulders as she shook and trembled beneath him.&nbsp; "Peter... yes, my sweet one." she murmured up to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-08-2006, 17:29:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she began to convulse in orgasm, he made one final thrust, pushing his hips against hers and holding them there as an orgasm shook his own body. He moaned as his cock swelled and pulsed, depositing his seed deep into her. After such an arousal, the release was more then welcome. He held there, waiting for every last drop to leave his shaft, before pulling out and rolling over, a sheen of sweat glistening on his body as he flops down beside her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 05:42:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathrain lay panting beside her lover.&nbsp; Her eyes were closed and a faint sheen of sweat glistened across her smooth skin.&nbsp; Her voice was a touch shaky as she whispered to Peter.<br><br>"Had I known coupling could be so... refreshing, I'd have been doing so long ago." a soft, almost nervous laugh slithered from between her lips.&nbsp; "I do so enjoy this part of you, Peter.<br><br>She slowly opened her eyes, looking upon his face.&nbsp; "You heal me in ways you don't understand."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-08-2006, 05:46:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter lay there, catching his breath. "I dont think i understand, to be honest. This magic and heightened...power and senses...is still a little beyond me to fully grasp at this point." He pauses after his chirade. "But i think i can stay up here all the time now that the camp is in dissarray." <br><br>The camp below was in disarray, half the occupants having left at least, and those that remained disgusted at what had happened during the night, or more then happy to finally be with who they had dreamt of.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-09-2006, 07:54:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathrain, settled more comfortably.&nbsp; She was tired and while her lust wasn't sated, she was content.&nbsp; Resting her head upon Peter's shoulder, she traced her fingers over his chest.&nbsp; The softness of the moment feeling right to her.<br><br>Her voice was soft as she responded.&nbsp; "It would be good to have you here.&nbsp; We will need food soon, though.&nbsp; Rest first, of course, but then perhaps a bath and a meal.&nbsp; Tomorrow we'll start your training.&nbsp; You'll have to learn the arcane tongues."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-09-2006, 15:14:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand traced through her hair as she rested her head on his shoulder. <br><br>"The Arcane tongues?" He responds, not sure as to what she meant. He realised, only after asking, what she could possibly mean.<br><br>It seems, he realises, that most of what we know to be myth has more truth behind it than we thought. Magic, it seemed, was a bit more complicated in practice then he would have thought it would be - he had learnt that you really had to concerntrate on it to get it to work.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>26-09-2006, 15:42:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathrain nodded as he stroked her hair.&nbsp; It was a gentle touch and she enjoyed it quite a lot.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; See, every thing in existance, down to the smallest spec of dust, is made up of sound.&nbsp; This sound can be controlled, pushed, pulled, drawn and destroyed if one knows the right sounds to utter.&nbsp; The most basic explanation of this phenomenon is that if you know the true name of and object or being, you can attain power over it or them."<br><br>She smiled softly, her eyes closed, simply drifting in the post-coitus warmth.&nbsp; "The Ancients created a specific language of power.&nbsp; While it isn't necessary to know this language in order to utilize your magic, once you have seen how your voice can change and manipulate something, you will understand how much more powerful you can be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>04-10-2006, 15:20:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods his head as she speaks. The only time he had read about anything involving that, was when it came to summoning or banishing Demons and other creatures from, well, Hell. He wasnt aware that the principle seemed to apply to every single object too. Which meant that if you knew the true name of a person - wasnt it the name they were born with? - then you would be able to control them.<br><br>"We get taught that everything is made up of molecules - atoms and the like. I'd love to see the expression on the face of a scientist when he finds out its really sound, as you put it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>04-10-2006, 17:43:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly, nodding.&nbsp; "Many of the learned minds from my time believe that all materials are made up of various forms of energy, but sound is the most true form of energy.&nbsp; Perhaps a better way to explain it is this:<br><br>"If you have a mug with a spoon in it, there are many different ways to move the spoon.&nbsp; One can reach out and touch it.&nbsp; One can shake the table on which the mug rests, one can tip the mug, and so on.&nbsp; However, one could also speak.&nbsp; The sound carries and whether or not the movement of the spoon is visible to the eye, it still moved due to the vibrations in the sound."<br><br>She smiled tenderly, placing her hand upon his chest and stroking gently.&nbsp; "Does that figure into your sense of right and wrong?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-10-2006, 15:56:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods his head slowly. He knew that sound - vibrations really - could move things. Traveling faster then the speed of sound, for instance, was a smooth ride though until you hit that certain point it wasnt. Traveling at the speed of sound was basically outrunning the vibrations. "Well, since magic doesnt really exist in the minds of everyone these days, we look at things in the way that everything is made up of atoms and you can seperate those atoms, fuse those atoms, and all other things like that. Rather complicated, unless you are a scientist."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>24-02-2007, 20:56:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathrain smiled, her head resting more securely upon Peter's shoulder.&nbsp; There was a perfection in this quiet time.&nbsp; Again the thought struck her; if she'd known coupling could be this... right, she'd have done so before now.&nbsp; Of course, perhaps it was so right because she'd finally found the one man in all the worlds who was her match.&nbsp; It was an interesting thought, and one she wanted to explore more fully, but for the moment, the mellow warmth she was swimming in rose to claim her conscious mind.<br><br>Softly, she murmured a response, though it was more a pleasured sigh than words.&nbsp; <br><br>---<br><br>When she woke, Kathrain was surprised to find herself still wrapped within Peter's arms.&nbsp; <i>It was real.&nbsp; Oh thank the heavens, it was real.</i> she thought to herself.&nbsp; A smile worked its way across her lips and she slowly glanced upon the face of her perfect match.&nbsp; She delicately moved her fingers over his forehead, along his temple, down to his cheek and finally to his lips.&nbsp; It was almost as if she needed to confirm that he was real and not some figment of her imagination.<br><br>She didn't know what time it was, but more than that, she didn't care.&nbsp; There was a potent, powerful and tender man in her chambers, in her bed, and she felt a pull, an attraction to him that moved her nearly to tears.&nbsp; She may have been the one opening his mind to his own power, but she was the one learning how to open her heart.&nbsp; He was perfect.<br><br>Very gently, she rose and pulled herself back from him.&nbsp; Her smile was soft as she spoke.<br><br>"Shall we bathe or eat first, Peter?" as she said his name, there was a tone of reverence in her voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 00:00:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peter felt himself slip back into the grip of sleep. The events of the previous night had been disturbing, to say the least. He wasn't sure to what array the camp would be in anymore, or if the expedition was still going. His presence - or lack - would most likely go unnoticed as no one would be sure who had left and who had stayed. He wasnt sure if it was a good thing or not.<br><br>"I think i would like a bath first." He responds, smiling up at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>25-02-2007, 05:55:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathrian drew her fingers lightly across Peter's thigh, then nodded.&nbsp; <br><br>"A bath it is, then." she smiled warmly, then rose and entered the bathing chamber.<br><br>The sound of water pouring into the large tub arose, masking Kathrain's soft hiss.&nbsp; She liked her bath water quite warm and that required magic.&nbsp; Though the pain didn't lance through her as it had previously, there was still a throbbing.&nbsp; Of course, having been with Peter was healing to her, surprisingly so, and she knew that even the mild discomfort would fade quickly.<br><br>When the bath was ready, she turned and called out to him.&nbsp; "Would you rather bathe alone?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-03-2007, 17:49:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bathe alone? Never. Especially when given the choice to bathe with a member of the opposite sex, let alone a gorgeous one.<br><br>"No...i think it might be fun to wash each other." He responds and moves off after her. He wasn't sure what condition the bathing room would be in, but if it was like the rest of this magical place, it would be as it was the day it was made. He wondered if the sounds of water would draw the attention of the others - if the other archaeologists were still around. Those that had fled -well, he hoped that they hadn't gone to the authorities.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 18:29:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled over her shoulder at Peter, and stepped into the steaming water.&nbsp; She was not thinking of the people below.&nbsp; She was thinking solely of the young, virile and powerful man that had stepped into her life.&nbsp; She had yet to find even one thing that she didn't like about him.&nbsp; Once she'd settled into the water, a pleased smile on her face, Kathrain extended a hand, inviting Peter to join her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Then join me, won't you?"<br><br>The pleased smile shifted to one of adoration as he drew closer.&nbsp; She felt at home with this man.&nbsp; Her eyes roamed freely over his form.&nbsp; Oh yes, she definitely liked this man; even if she did have to wait a long time before meeting him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 18:36:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins when she offers him the invitation to join her. He doesn't need any urging and quickly climbs into the pool - it was much larger then any bath he had been in and had stairs leading down into it. He submerges up to his neck in the water, thankful for the first hot bath or shower he has had in a few days. <br><br>"Ahh...i could get used to this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 19:00:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile grew and she nodded.&nbsp; "Mmmm, yes.&nbsp; And you should."&nbsp; <br><br>Kathrain leaned her head back, submerging all but her face in an effort to get her hair thoroughly wet.&nbsp; She then rose and approached Peter.&nbsp; <br><br>"Would you like me to begin cleansing you, my lover?" she chuckled quietly, reaching behind Peter to gather up a handful of cleansing sand.&nbsp; <br><br>In her palm she held a small amount of the powder-fine sand.&nbsp; She dribbled a few droplets of water into it, then began rubbing her hands together.&nbsp; A mild lather appeared and still the smile remained on her lips.&nbsp; She slowly held her hands out toward him, though she didn't touch him quite yet.&nbsp; It was a silent invitation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 20:29:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiles at her as she approaches, looking all the more beautiful with wet hair. He hadn't seen any soap with which to clean himself, but imagined that she could magic-something up if needs be. He was still new to this whole idea of magic, after all, and didn't know its limits. It was easier not to think about it right now, or how she had come to be here, in this time, when she said herself that this was not her time.&nbsp; He pushed such thoughts of of his head and turned his back to her after watching her pick up the sand, so she could wash him.<br><br>"OF course you may."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>17-03-2007, 23:25:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When the lather was rich enough, Kathrain smiled and applied her hands to Peter's neck, just above his shoulders.&nbsp; Gently she massaged the gentle sand over his neck, upper back, shoulders and arms.&nbsp; Each time she drew short on sand, she took another small scoop, wet it and lathered it.&nbsp; The process was gentle and kind and though the sand wouldn't scratch his skin, Peter might feel a mild cooling, indicating that there was a sort of astringent componant.<br><br>She rinsed his neck, shoulders and upper back, repeating the process down his back, across his sides and, from behind, over his belly, chest and throat.&nbsp; Her hands were light upon him, though she pressed her breasts fully against his back.&nbsp; Even as her fingers brushed faintly against his throat, almost tickling his chin, she brushed her lips lightly against the side of his neck, just behind his right ear.<br><br>Her words were soft as she continued the motion of her hands downward.&nbsp; "I do so love the feel of your skin against my own."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-03-2007, 15:46:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands worked their magic on his body, relaxing muscles that he hadn't known were tense. The sand-soap had a different feel to it, leaving him feeling more refreshed then any soap had ever left him feeling. Her breasts, pressing firmly against his back, were causing him to become aroused, his cock under the water in a semi-rigid state, even as he felt her breath tickle his ear. He leaned back against her slightly, his hands under the water moving to cup her ass as he reaches backwards.<br><br>"Nothing beats the feel of flesh on flesh..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>18-03-2007, 22:55:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed softly, the sound rolling into a low, contented moan.&nbsp; "I must agree with you, Peter."<br><br>Kathrain continued to lather his body, her fingers moving gently downward, though her mouth remained at his neck, occasionally kissing or lightly nipping at the hairline.&nbsp; She deftly began to caress his waist, hips and upper thighs, though she intentionally steered clear of his groin.<br><br>"You arouse me in ways I didn't think were possible." she whispered softly against his skin.&nbsp; "I think I could live the rest of my life in ecstacy if you saw fit to continue touching me."<br><br>Slowly, she pressed her fingers further southward, sliding her breasts down his back as she reached his knees.&nbsp; She began to massage the cleansing sand into his skin, outter thighs first, then shifting to inner thighs.&nbsp; As she brought her hands back up toward his groin, her touch lightened.&nbsp; With the faintest of touches, Kathrain trailed her finger tips over his testes, then cupped them, massaging slowly.&nbsp; Her voice was heavy with desire as she murmured against his back.<br><br>"Peter, I think separate bathing would be more appropriate if getting clean is truly the object." She reached out and lightly grasped his earlobe between her teeth, suckling for just a moment before releasing the prize.&nbsp; "I can barely think of anything but making you very hard, then taking advantage of that."&nbsp; she lowered her voice just a little.&nbsp; "You are an exquisite man."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-03-2007, 02:13:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands on his skin sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body long before she began to caress his balls. It was easy, for one who hadn't had been touched very often by a woman, to get him back into a state of arousal.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"As pleasureable as that sounds, how would be subsist with out people to provide us with food? Ecstasy can only last so long." He gasps as she touches his testes. His shaft begins to turn rigid again even as she nips on his neck. He squeezes her ass before slipping a hand between them, then her legs, rubbing a finger along the length of her slit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>19-03-2007, 22:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathrain offered up a soft laugh.&nbsp; "Mmmm, yes... people to see to our nutritional needs.&nbsp; We'll simply have to create what we need through magic."<br><br>Her tone was teasing and light as she continued to massage.&nbsp; Her fingers tightened just a little, but definitely not painfully, as his finger traced a line of searing heat against the valley of her vulvae.&nbsp; She pressed her body closer to his teasing finger, the low moan stealing from her lips without warning.<br><br>"Oh.... oh Peter..." <br><br>She shook slightly, being taken by surprise.&nbsp; Here she'd been teasing and playing with him, wanting to drive him near-to-madness without actually stroking his cock, and what did he do?&nbsp; With one simple touch, sent her to quivering in her hunger for him.&nbsp; He couldn't possibly understand how fully he owned her soul at this moment.&nbsp; <br><br>Gently Kathrain pulled back, her fingers leaving his testes.&nbsp; She looked at him with a mock pout in her eyes.<br><br>"That's not fair.&nbsp; I'm supposed to be making you lose control of yourself, not the other way around."<br><br>While there was a touch of petulance to her gentle pout, it may well have been obvious that she was, indeed, extremely aroused for him.&nbsp; Never before had she wanted to be taken.&nbsp; Never before had she wanted to give herself so completely to someone else.&nbsp; Never before had she thought she could ever be happy, truly happy, thinking of someone else's joy.&nbsp; And, she had never before thought there would be anyone who made her feel so complete and whole and true.<br><br>Suddenly a thought entered her mind and she frowned slightly, studying Peter's eyes.&nbsp; "What I did to you earlier, binding you with magic... I think I want to experience that."&nbsp; She frowned in thought, nodding slightly to herself.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; Maybe not right now, but I think I want to give you complete control sometimes."&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled, a faint blush brushing her cheeks.&nbsp; "Of course, I want to have complete control sometimes too, but..." she nodded slightly, looking to Peter questioningly.&nbsp; "Do you think you would be willing, some day, to take me and use me for your own pleasure?"<br><br>Kathrain never thought about whether or not Peter's society was comfortable with speaking so openly about intimate things.&nbsp; She, herself, had never spoken so openly, but of course, she'd never before had a relationship that felt so right, so true.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-03-2007, 00:36:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hardness wanted her hands to wrap around it, to stroke it, for her to suck on it and kiss it. His balls churned under her touch and he closed his eyes in pleasure, only to open them as she moved away from him. The warm water around them felt soothing. He turns and faces her, smiling, remaining mostly under the water.<br><br>"I would love to completely control you for my own purposes and can only wish that you do the same to me. With the use of magic or without. I couldn't think of anything better."<br><br>He hadn't experienced the pleasures of another woman, but that thought was pushed far from his mind at this point. The thought of having some one like her to use and abuse - willingly on her part - sounded extremely exciting. And vice versa. She was a temple to be worshiped as far as he was concerned at this point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>20-03-2007, 19:12:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled adoringly upon him.&nbsp; Her whole world was wrapped up in the eyes, in the mind and soul, of this man.&nbsp; She reached forward with no more pretense, and gently gripped his hard shaft.&nbsp; She squeezed lightly, then slid the length of her hand against him, almost cupping the underside.&nbsp; Her fingertips grazed his balls as she hooked her thumb and pinkie over the top of his length.&nbsp; As her hand shifted forward, granting her the opportunity to cradle his balls in three fingers, the head of his cock brushed her wrist and inner forearm.<br><br>"You give me pleasure I didn't think was possible." she murmured softly, her eyes locked onto his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-03-2007, 19:15:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lets out a soft moan of pleasure as she grips his shaft and balls, his eye lids fluttering slightly before his eyes lock back on hers. His hardness was complete, his balls churning in her hands, and he anticipated her next move with pleasure. <br><br>"I'm glad i'm able to help out in such a way. I can say the same thing about your hands..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>27-03-2007, 08:03:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathrain leaned forward, seeking to capture Peter's lips with her own.&nbsp; Her free hand roamed to the back of his neck while she continued stroking and caressing his length.&nbsp; There was a purity in the motion, more so than that of a new lover's exploration.&nbsp; She felt the connection with him in ways that had previously been impossible to imagine.<br><br>She drew closer to him, her breasts brushing against his chest.&nbsp; Her moan was soft and brushed against his lips with power and pleading.&nbsp; Gently she guided the head of him to slide shallowly between her lower lips.&nbsp; She didn't press against him, however, silently indicating that this was not a time when she would make demands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-03-2007, 14:17:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew she wanted him to take control this time. As they kissed he reached between them to caress her breasts, pinching her nipples as he does so. He feels her guide him to her slit, but not enough to penetrate her. Standing as they are, the angle would be near impossible. But he wanted to fuck her again right now.<br><br>He reaches down, grabbing one of her legs while wrapping his arm around her waist. He would see how flexible she is, lifting her leg up and out of the water, his goal to get it to rest on his shoulder. It would change the angle and allow him to ram his cock into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>27-03-2007, 18:15:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kathrain pressed her lips against the side of his neck for a moment, purring softly as she felt his fingers upon her breasts.&nbsp; Even as he shifted his attentions, guiding her, she moved with a fluid grace.&nbsp; She was extremely limber and proved it by pressing her body fully against Peter's, her legs split virtically.&nbsp; Her voice was a low, husky caress.<br><br>"There is little you could do to hurt me, my love.&nbsp; Have no fear of that." she smiled gently.&nbsp; "I can move in ways others can not."<br><br>She moaned softly, feeling him press further into her.&nbsp; She raised up on the ball of her foot, then dropped slowly back to her heel, whimpering faintly in her hunger.&nbsp; The feel of him within her was a taunting promise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Mixing of Worlds (one on one)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-03-2007, 23:15:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Magic, he assumed, could be used for all sorts of purposes. Going above and beyond the physical boundaries of a typical human didn't seem like too much of stretch. If you could manipulate what you see, he was sure you could manipulate what you are or what you touch. A thrust of his hips sent his length sliding deep into her, causing him to grunt with the effort. It was a different feel, doing this in a pool of hot water, but it still felt wondrous. Ripples radiated out from where their bodies joined. 
			</dd>
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