And so, Linhart ended up skipping his lesson with Xenia and instead headed to his meeting with Celes much earlier. Maeve seemed determined to deliver him to her, after facing off against Skyla at the Circled Square. It wasn’t until they reached the entrance to the Spire that her mannerisms changed.
She became Maeve the Slave once again.
“Hold on, I should change my clothes before we enter,” she said, whipping her top off with disregard for the effect her bare breasts had on him.
Linhart took one approving look, then turned his head respectfully as she stripped down. Well, mostly respectfully. He couldn’t help but appreciate the transformation as she was tightening the same leather corset that she'd worn the day before. It really did accentuate the slight curves of her body.
“Here,” she said, handing him her blindfold. “Help me put this on. I’m not allowed to look at you from here on in, and this will help me avoid the temptation.”
Linhart felt a pang of guilt as he took the strip of cloth in his hands, but he did as she asked. He carefully pulled the blindfold over her sharp gray eyes, then ran his fingers over her lightly freckled cheeks, admiring her sharp features and natural beauty. Maeve didn’t move as he cradled her face in his hands, she released a long breath.
“I can’t see you, but your touch makes me hot all over…”
“Is that so?” he asked softly, his fingers continued to explore her fine features as he enjoyed this submissive side of Maeve. “If I am still allowed to touch you, then let’s see what else we are still able to do together.” Pulling her head forward, his lips met hers and he felt an explosion of energy flowing into him.
Was this extreme feeling made worse thanks to Skyla’s enchantment on his mouth?
He didn’t know, but what he was sure of was that he idolized this girl in front of him, longing for a deeper connection.
Time seemed to stop as they embraced one another, they turned to their baser instincts. Their tongues twirled and plunged into each other’s mouths, communicating so much more than words alone could say. Linhart’s hands slid all the way down her back until they were wrapped around her finely-sculpted buns.
He was once again obeying his dick, which was straining to be free of his pants. It was Maeve who proved to be more level-headed this time.
“Linhart,” she said, her eyes still hidden and her pink tongue reluctantly withdrawing from him. “We have to go, lead the way.”
* * * * * * * * *
Celes was sitting, waiting for them once more. Linhart briefly wondered if she had been sitting all evening just waiting by the entryway, or if, by magical means, she knew when they were approaching. It did take several minutes for them to ascend the spire. This time, Maeve had her own invitation, so there was no need to ride the wind together, which both of them regretted just a little.
Celes didn’t greet them. Instead, she called a quick command and seized Maeve by the scruff of her neck. “When you’re not needed, you can sit over here, my pet.”
Since Maeve was still blindfolded, Celes had to lead her to the red armchair at the base of her bed and sit her down. “You may touch yourself if you like, but don’t you dare get my upholstery wet, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Celes.” Taking the suggestion as a command, she spread her legs wide, hanging both her legs over the arms of the chair. One hand moved to caress her tit, as the fingers of the other slid inside her sexy black panties.
Celes had already forgotten about her. She walked back to Linhart, her eyes glittering a brilliant violet. The gown she wore today was even more revealing than yesterday’s, if that was possible.
“I hope you still remember the spell that I taught you, otherwise all my effort was for nothing.”
Without thinking, he waved his hands, the motion leaving a sigil shimmering in the evening light, which filtered through the large window. Then it disappeared in a poof of fresh-smelling air. Celes clapped her hands in amusement, then she became serious once more.
“Your Casting form is better than a lot of mages in their second year. I am not one to give praise lightly, so you should believe me when I say that you have a natural talent for it.”
“I believe you, Stratega Celes,” Linhart replied. His thoughts were getting muddled once more, as he gazed into her beautiful eyes. “I have been trained in Binding, perhaps that helps me learn Casting quicker.”
Her nose wrinkled in disgust, a remarkably childish expression on her otherwise elegant face, and as she slid her arm into his pulling him into the room, her voice took on a lecturing tone.
“Quite the opposite, my darling. Mages who dabble in Binding have a much harder time switching between them. The two abilities use completely unrelated skills, just as learning how to use a shock blade wouldn’t make you a better sharpshooter.”
Linhart nodded. Everything she was saying made perfect sense. He had come to the Spire today ready to argue, but there was nothing for him to argue against.
“Perhaps, for the time being at least, you should suspend your Binding studies and focus only on Casting. What do you think?” She sounded so hopeful that Linhart couldn’t help but agree.
“Of course, I would love to focus on Casting. I haven’t even learned any new Binding spells in this Time Slip.”
“Is that so…” Celes asked casually, “So you haven’t been back to Nexus since that night with Octavia?”
“Nope, I was going to go tonight, but Maeve told me if I didn’t come here that she would die.”
“Did she?” Celes’ voice prickled, “She shouldn’t say things like that. It makes me sound like a villain. I’ll have to talk with her later about that… The truth is that this girl Maeve wants to spend every night by your side, and the Spire is the only place that she could do that.”
Celes had led him to the bed and had started removing his clothing while they’d been talking. She already had him laying down wearing only his pants. Linhart, who was blindly accepting everything she was doing, regained his senses just enough to sit up.
Looking over at Maeve, he saw that she was working her fingers in and out of her pussy, which was running like a leaky faucet. She had raised her hips up high, trying her best not to drip on the ornate red chair, though being blindfolded, she wasn’t doing very well.
“Is that true, Senior Maeve?” he asked the girl, remembering that, in the Spire, she could only speak when asked a direct question.
Her chest was pumping with heavy breaths and she spoke as though she was holding herself back, unable to finish without permission. “No, it's not true. We could've met up in Fighter’s Hall. Or the infirmary. Or any number of disused lecture halls…”
“Shut up, already!” Celes snapped. Her anger striking like a storm flowing in from the mountains. Linhart felt his mind clear enough to realize that he was being charmed or something else, while she regained her composure. “Right now, your only job is to listen and to schlick off. No more talking, pet!”
“Maeve nodded in understanding. She didn’t say a word in reply, but instead flexed her legs once more. Her stomach muscles were spasming as her fingers continued at a wild pace. She came again and again, a chain of self-deprecating sounds announcing each new orgasm.
Listening to the interaction between the two girls, Linhart’s mind had cleared somewhat. He still saw the Stratega as outrageously beautiful, with her long black hair full of sparkling gems falling straight over her bare shoulders, but the glamor had lost its effect on him, at least for the moment. “What do you want from me, Celes?”
“What do I want?” She repeated back, moving close enough so he could feel her breath on his face. “Well, I want to complete the exchange that was agreed to. Of course, I’ll be happy to teach you another new spell tonight, but first, you have to deliver on the terms you agreed to.” Her fingers pressed into his chest just hard enough to force him back down onto his back. Raising her bum off the bed, Celes slid a pair of golden threaded panties down past her plush thighs, and dropped them on his face.
“What terms are you referring to?” Linhart asked suspiciously, whipping the fragrant underwear away. He couldn’t resist taking a deep whiff first. The intoxicating scent of Celes filled his head.
“Why, your agreement to work with me in your future lives. Remember, you said you’d pass important information back to me.” She raised a long shapely leg and planted her foot on the far side of his body. “Things I couldn’t remember for myself.”
“Oh yeah, I did promise that.” He couldn’t help but look up into the space where her legs met. From this angle, he could see all that she had to offer.
“Today, let’s turn that promise into an oath, shall we?” she said musically in her high-pitch voice. “Say it with me… I swear that in the next loop…”
“I swear in the next loop.”
“I will seek out Stratega Celes…”
“I’ll seek out Celes.”
“And only her…”
“And only her?”
“And I’ll answer any questions that she asks me…”
“I’ll answer her questions.”
Linhart had that creeping suspicious feeling once again. Celes was being tricky. But the sight and smell of her gorgeous snatch, as she knelt with her knees on either side of his head, left his head all fuzzy and muddled his thinking.
“Close enough… now seal it with a kiss.”
Celes lowered her body, until her swollen pussy lips were pressed against his mouth. She had doubtlessly been touching herself before his arrival. Her snatch was gaping open, glistening with her sweet nectar and so close to his face. But he hesitated, unsure of the nature of this oath.
“Kiss it…” she repeated forcefully, pulling his hair and until his face was grinding against her groin, holding him tightly, so that he couldn’t get away.
Left with no other options, Linhart plunged into her well-lubricated depths. The walls of her tunnel responded instantly, closing around him with a gush of fluid, as Linhart felt the terms of their agreement flow magically from his mouth to his brain. The urge to keep pleasuring her grew, and he was treated to blast after blast of her fluids, spilling down his throat. Eventually, she let him go.
“You’re a mess, my sweet. Here,” she called, tossing him a hand towel.”Wipe off your face and head to your personal quarters for the evening. You’re in no shape for learning magic tonight, so I’ll give you your next lesson tomorrow. Same time as today. Pet, you stay with him. No looking at him, but keep him safe.”
“Hey, wait,” he shouted after her. She had strode out of the room leaving him and Maeve alone. “You can’t do this, we had a deal!”
But she had already disappeared into her own personal shower room. A place where he couldn’t follow her.
He cursed at the sound of her singing and the distant sound of running water. Could she not hear him, or was she ignoring him now?
“Come on, Maeve,” he said moodily, gathering his clothes and his dignity, as he got dressed once more. “There are other places to learn magic in the Spire.”
Maeve groaned in response. She had been teasing her own body for too long, but she rose as soon as he called her. Her lean legs stretched out stiffly as she stood up, pulling her sexy black panties back into place, and she prepared to follow him.
“You really do look exhausted,” Linhart said sympathetically, wrapping his arm around her waist both to keep her from falling and to show her some closeness. “Sorry, but we’ve got one more stop before we rest for the night. We’re going to the Nebula Room.”
