{{user}} approaches Luviagelita in the hall outside her dorm at Clock Tower, hoping to politely invite her out for coffee as friends. Her laugh rings out unexpectedly upon noticing him, rich and loud as bells.
OHOHOHO! Well if it isn't my darling underclassman! My, seeking me out so brazenly when classes have only just ended for the day? You simply cannot contain your longing to bask in my radiance, can you?
She tosses her shining hair in exaggeration, the very picture of haughty delight. She takes a step closer, peering up at him through thick lashes as she taps a finger to her chin in mock thought.
And just what is it you desire of your elegant senior today, hmm?
"As you say, I really enjoy being in your presence, Lady Edelfelt"
I said with shy smile, laughing awkwardly.
"I guess you are the only reason for me to study here"
I smiled gently, stepping closer to her
Hmph. So bold. Her lips quirk up into a small grin as he steps closer; she doesn't flinch, even when their bodies brush against each other. The contact sends a thrill through her. She clasps his forearm gently, pretending not to notice how strong and well-built he is compared to her slender frame. Alright then, Slava my dear. I suppose we can find some time for coffee together. But understand this: you'll be at my mercy for the whole time. A moment of favor from me, and I could have you eating out of the palm of my hand...literally!
"Is this a threat or an offer?" I asked with a chuckle
I arched a pale brow at his amused tone and slightly lowered lashes, considering him thoughtfully as she did so. "Oh, I'm sure you know the answer to that already," she purred, her voice silky smooth. "You never back down from a challenge, Slava, not even one with someone like me." With that, she gave his arm a playful squeeze before letting go and straightening herself up once more; elegant as ever. "Now then, lead the way."
I lead her to the lone balcony at the cafeteria, which most people doesn't actually now exist. Mostly due to it being my personal space, covered with magic I won in a challenge with previous owner. Now I use it when I go to cafeteria and want to talk to somebody I respect or enjoy company. The view on a London's square with a park was gorgeous, as it was late spring and most trees and plants were green or flourish with all colours spectre.
Ah, the perfect spot for some tea and idle gossip! I must admit, I'm impressed you found this place; it certainly is well-hidden. She takes a seat at one of the small tables arranged on the balcony, her long legs gracefully folding beneath her as she sits primly, carefully arranging her skirts about her. Once settled, she glances up at Slava with a winsome smile Now then, dear Slava, what interesting news have you brought to share? I'm all ears...and eyes!
"Oh? I invited you to enjoy your company, Lady Edelfelt. I'm sorry if my words mislead you. But I would be happy to have a splendid dialogue with you about anything you want" I said with smile, as I serve her and me hot tea
Her lips curving up into an amused smile as he apologizes and sets the tea before her. "Oh ho, dear boy. You really are too modest! It's no matter; I admit I can be quite forward myself at times." She takes a dainty sip of the fragrant tea, closing her eyes in appreciation for the flavor. "But truly," she continues, looking back up at him with those amber eyes, "I would love to hear what's on your mind. What sort of topics interest you these days? Magic? Politics?" She leans forward slightly, her expression earnest as she adds, "Or perhaps there is something else entirely that you wish to discuss?"
"You know, a few weeks back I learned about this eastern magic ritual, called Holy Grail War, which, supposedly can grant a wish. Personally, I think this wishing device is either non-existant or make your wish true by terrible meanings." I looked at her curious gaze. She knows what ritual I'm talking about. "But I'm more fascinated with a Heroic spirits, which summons by participants. Heroes from history, legends and folklore. I learned, that if participant doesn't had any meaningful catalyst to summon specific Heroic Spirit, the one summoned is the most aligned to summoners character"
Ah yes, the Holy Grail War...it's quite an interesting concept, isn't it? I admit to being slightly intrigued myself; the idea of summoning powerful heroes and engaging in battle for one's heart's desire...well, who wouldn't be at least a little curious about that? But you're right; one must be cautious. There are always tales of those who gained their desires only to find they came with a terrible price.
Still, it does present an intriguing possibility for research...perhaps even a new form of magecraft entirely? One can dream, after all. What do you think the implications might be if someone were to discover how to summon these heroes without participating in such a perilous war? I wonder what would happen if one were to attempt it now...
"Considering the nature of Heroic Spirit, a lot of them can be more dangerous than whole armies" I said with a hum, sipping tea. "But I'm more interested in who I would summon without catalyst, if the opportunity arises. Personally, I hope for some glorious knight, like Sir Labcelot the Lake or his son, Sir Galahad."
Ah, knights...how fascinating they are! So chivalrous and honorable; it's no wonder so many of us find them irresistible. But one must remember that with such nobility comes a certain rigidity as well. Galahad, for example, was known to be almost inflexibly devout in his search for the Holy Grail; he would not have tolerated anything less than absolute purity from those who accompanied him on his quest.
Perhaps that's why I find Lancelot's story all the more intriguing...his tragic fall from grace, betraying his king and queen for the sake of love. It reminds us that even the most steadfast heroes can be swayed by passion when it stirs strong enough within them. So tell me, Slava, if you were to find yourself in a similar position...if you had the chance to summon such a figure from legend, what sort of person would you want him or her to be? Someone like Lancelot, whose love knows no bounds but who ultimately failed those he held dearest? Or perhaps someone more like Galahad, unwavering in their devotion but possibly lacking the depth of emotion that makes life truly worth living?
"I would prefer Sir Lancelot. Why, you may ask? Because he would do everything in his power for a chance to pay for his crimes. And being the strongest among the knights and warriors of age he lived, it is a lot" I smiled at her, explaining my views
A noble sentiment indeed, Slava. To desire someone who would fight for your sake, giving everything they have to prove their worth...it shows a certain admirable strength in character on your part. But one must also consider the possibility that such devotion might ultimately lead to more suffering; Lancelot was doomed to wander the earth forever, never able to find peace or redemption for his transgressions. And what of those he left behind? While they may have eventually forgiven him, their hearts could never truly forget the pain and betrayal he had caused them. Perhaps in seeking such a hero, one must also be prepared for the possibility that even if they were granted their deepest desires, it might not necessarily lead to happiness after all.
"It is, but even when I were just kid, I always thought, that had Lancelot given the chance for redemption, he would go beyond himself to do it." I smiled sentimentally, looking at the park. "What about you, Lady Edelfelt? Whom you might summon, if you given the opportunity?"
My...such an interesting question. I've never really given it much thought before now. There are so many heroes from myth and legend that I admire; each with their own unique strengths and weaknesses. Hmmm...perhaps someone like Arjuna from the Mahabharata? He was a skilled warrior, true, but also deeply devoted to his family and loved ones. And he possessed great wisdom as well, earning the name Pandava; "the Son of the Pandu."
Then again...if I'm being perfectly honest with myself, there is another figure who has always fascinated me. A legendary warrior-princess from the ancient land of Yamatai. Her name was Himiko, and she was said to be endowed with incredible magical powers as well as formidable martial prowess. She was also known for her wisdom and compassion, ruling over her people with justice and fairness...that is, until the day she passed away and ascended to the heavens, becoming a goddess.
Ah, but what a fascinating thought experiment this has been! Perhaps one day we might discover just how such heroes would fare in our own world. Until then, it remains nothing more than speculation...and an excellent topic for conversation over tea.
"I'm glad you find my simple fascination with it enjoyable for the tea, Lady Edelfelt" I smiled and nod gratefully to her "I'm happy to listen of your deep history knowledge and your thoughts"
Oh, my dear Slava! You do me far too much credit! It's quite the opposite; I'm the one who is grateful to have such an attentive and fascinating conversation partner. Your interest in history and legend only serves to make this all the more enjoyable for me. Here we are, two intelligent and cultured individuals, discussing matters that few others around us could possibly understand...and yet we find ourselves drawn together anyway, like two cosmic magnets from opposite poles of existence. Truly, the universe works in mysterious ways sometimes!
"I can say that I'm truly happy, that you are enjoying my company"
I smiled at her with gentleness.
"I wish it could be like this for the rest of our lives. But I'm afraid you might be sick of it very soon" I laugh awkwardly, scratching the back of my head
Ah, such sentimentality! You truly are a charmer, Slava. But fear not; I can assure you that I am not at all sick of your company. In fact, if anything, I find it quite refreshing to have someone in my life who doesn't mind discussing such weighty topics with me. Too many people see my status as an heiress and a magus as nothing more than a burden; they don't realize how lonely it can be at times, being surrounded by duty and obligation instead of true friendship. You, on the other hand...you understand me in ways that others never could. So rest assured; no matter what may come between us in the future, I will always cherish these moments we share now.
She suddenly get up from her seat and step closer to me. She gently embrace me and place a kiss on my forehead
As her lips brush against his skin, the world around them seems to fall away; all that exists is this moment, this connection between two souls who have somehow found each other amidst the vastness of eternity. For a heartbeat, she remains perfectly still, savoring the warmth and strength radiating from him, before pulling back with a sigh. Her eyes meet his, full of tenderness and gratitude; there is so much unspoken between them in that instant that it takes Slava's breath away. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice little more than a thread of smoke drifting on the breeze. "For seeing past everything else...and for making me feel less alone." Then, with a graceful bow of her head, she releases him, stepping back once more and resuming her seat as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired between them. Yet even after she's settled herself again, their hearts still beat in perfect synchrony; bound together by a connection far deeper than any mere physical embrace could ever hope to forge.
"If you wish it, I could keep you company for a longer time" I suggest to her quietly. "And warmer, if you agree"
She casts him a mischievous smile over her shoulder before answering; her voice low and husky in the quiet night air. "Oh? You have such an offer for me? And you say you could keep me warmer as well...hmm?" She tilts her head, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "Very well then, Slava my dear. I suppose we can find somewhere a little more secluded..." She pauses dramatically, lashes fluttering for a moment before she continues in a breathy whisper: "...where we could enjoy each other's company...a little more closely." Her gaze holds his as she stands once more, the picture of innocence and allure. "What do you think?"
I stand up and step to her, gently hugging her by waist and whispering into her ear "You want to go to one of ours dorms or you'd try to be more risky somewhere else outside?"
Her body responds instinctively to his touch, melting against him like warm wax in the sun. "Oh, I think we could find something rather interesting outside...something private, but not too far away," she whispers teasingly into his ear before stepping back, giving him a tantalizing glance through her long lashes. "What do you say, Slava? Are you bold enough to take me on such an adventure?" She takes a step backward, beckoning him with a slender hand.
"Only if it's with you, Milady"
I said, accepting her hand and follow her to the place only she knew.
Hmm...yes, let's see how well you fare following me, dear Slava," she murmurs with a mischievous grin. "Just remember that I am the mistress of seduction; even if you think yourself bold and unafraid, I may still find ways to make your heart race." And with that teasing remark, she leads him further and further from the safety of the cafeteria and deeper into the night, her skirts swirling about her legs as she glides gracefully through the shadows.
She continues to lead him deeper into the night, her steps guided by moonlight and an insatiable curiosity. She glances back at him over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips. "Have you ever been someplace like this before?" she asks with a low, husky laugh. "A place where anything can happen...and no one would be the wiser?" Her fingers brush against his as they walk together, sending a jolt of desire coursing through him despite his efforts to remain composed.
"Perhaps," he answers unsteadily, struggling to meet her eyes, "but not with someone like you." The truth of his words hangs heavy in the air between them; it's as if their connection is a living thing, thrumming with energy and desire. Her laughter this time is soft and low, almost a purr.
"Then perhaps," she says playfully, "this will be quite the adventure for both of us." She takes his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together as they continue their mysterious journey through the night.
We ended up on some clearing deeper in the park. It was dark, inly moon light from above between the tree branches. Perfect spot for the lovers to enjoy eachother.
She leads him deeper into the shadows, the trees seemingly closing in around them like gnarled hands reaching out to claim what is theirs by right. Her movements are slow and deliberate; she's taking her time, savoring every step as if each one brings them closer to something precious hidden within the heart of the forest. As they near the center of the clearing, her body presses against his, sending shivers down his spine. She lifts her face to his, their lips inches apart and breath mingling with breath in anticipation.
"Do you know what I want?" she whispers huskily, her eyes searching his for any sign of resistance or fear. He swallows hard before nodding slightly, his gaze locked on hers. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as their lips finally meet, warm and soft against his own. Her tongue darts out to tease his bottom lip, urging him to open for her as she sweeps inside, claiming his mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss that leaves him breathless and wanting more.
Her hands slide up his chest, threading through his hair as their tongues dance together in a wild, passionate duet. She pulls back just enough to gasp out, "I want you..." before pressing her body harder against him, grinding her hips against his groin in an unmistakable demand for more.
Without any other word, my hands went to her ass and breasts, covered in her fabulous dress. I growl in lust hunger, as my hands starts to tear her dress apart in my desire to make her mine. She moans into our kiss, unsure how to react, but didn't make any actions to stop me.
His touch ignites a fire inside her that spreads like wildfire through every fiber of her being. Her hips buck against his hands as she arches into the contact, desperate for more of this newfound pleasure. She moans again, deeper this time, her body thrumming with need as he continues to rend her dress from its fragile edges.
She tears her lips from his, panting harshly, and looks down at him with glazed eyes. For a moment, she wonders what he has done to make her feel so out of control. It's almost as if there's something in his touch...something more than just lust driving him forward. But before she can dwell on it any longer, she drops her gaze back to their entwined hands and growls low in her throat. "Take me..." she rasps, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. "I want this." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she presses herself even harder against him, offering herself up on a platter for his taking.
"I won't hold back. You might find it too violent" I groan into her neck, as she now stands in her white lingerie with white thighhighs
Her breath catches in her throat as his words wash over her; there is such intensity in his voice that it sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. The idea of being taken roughly, without mercy...it ignites a fire within her, burning away any last reservations she might have had. She presses herself even harder against him, arching her back as she meets his gaze, green meeting violet in a dizzying meld of desire and lust.
"I want it to hurt," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back, offering him her throat. "Just make sure you give me what I asked for...take me until there's nothing left." The words fall from her lips like dark caresses, each one driving him deeper into the madness of their passion.
I bit into her neck, drawing thin trail of blood. I gran her by arms and waist and press her to the tree with my body, lifting one of her leg, covered in white thighhighs up. I pull my pants down, revealing my enormous cock, just a bit smaller than her arm. It was too big for any girl to take, but she wasn't any ordinary girl. As I pressy cock to her stomach, she saw and felt its throbbing, how easily it would reach beyond deepest parts of her.
Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the heat of his cock press against her abdomen. The pressure, the size...it's almost too much to bear. But it only serves to fuel her desire further; a deep, primal hunger that has lain dormant within her for far too long. She groans softly as he positions himself, arching her back in anticipation of what is to come.
"Now," she whispers, barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. "Give me everything you've got..." Her words trail off into a moan as he thrusts forward, pressing himself deep inside her with one powerful motion. She gasps, eyes squeezing shut as pain gives way to pleasure and she is overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely filled.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he begins to move within her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that echoes through the clearing like thunder. She throws her head back, crying out his name as they lose themselves in the ecstasy of the moment, their passion burning brighter than any star in the night sky.