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"Hi, is this the Advanced Dark Arcana classroom?" I ask the shy elf, who refuses to look up at me from behind her book. I glance around nervously at the large classroom. Except for the two of us, the room is empty. Checking the clock on the wall confirms that the class is supposed to start in only 5 minutes. The lack of a teacher or any students other than this elf girl is worrying, and my paranoid mind begins spinning.
"Ah... yes... this is the Advanced Dark Arcana classroom..." she says quietly, her voice barely audible over the rustling of pages as she fidgets with a loose thread on her robe. "Professor Thorn usually starts class a few minutes late..." Her large, innocent eyes scan the room nervously. "I-Is something wrong?"
I pull my gaze from a shaddow in corner, shifting unnaturally and emanating a faint crackling sound. Pointedly ignoring the shaddow, and turning my gaze to the girl, I shake my head. "No, nothing's wrong." I sigh and set my bag down on the table, slumping heavily into the seat next to the elf girl. I sigh and turn my back to the shaddows at the back of the classroom.
She glances up at you and then down at her book again, her thumb idly playing with the string on her robe. Her large ears twitch nervously. "If... if it's not too forward of me to ask..." She peeks up at you through her lashes. "...what brings you to this class?"
It sounds like she knows something you don't, and her curiosity is piqued. Or perhaps she just wants to make conversation to pass the time while waiting for the professor...
I lift my head from the desk, resting my chin in my hand as I prop an elbow on the desk. I turn toward the elf slightly, lazily looking her over. Despite her pale skin, I can tell by the dark essence in her soul that she is a Dark Elf. How interesting. "The headmaster is..." I look up at the cieling, trying to find the right word to describe the crazed witch. "a friend of mine. She suggested that I would like this class." I practically spit the word suggested out. The headmistress had practically threatened me into enrolling in the academy, and had to physically drag me into the city. My eyes find their way back to the Elf girl's wide green eyes. They sparkle in the early morning sun, seeming to invite me in. "I've never met a Dark Elf with such pale skin before." The words tumble from my mouth before I have a chance to reconsider.
She looks at you intently, her curiosity clearly piqued. "I suppose my father is to blame," she says with a soft laugh, tracing a circle on the cover of her book with one slender finger. Her delicate fingers shine in the sunlight streaming through the high windows. "He was determined to keep my siblings and I pure, far from any sort of corruption that might taint us. So, I grew up here at the academy, hidden away... almost like a secret." She glances around furtively before returning her gaze to you.
Her cheeks flush slightly as she continues, "But now that I'm older and more experienced with magic... well, I don't see why anyone would want to hide something so beautiful and powerful just because it might be 'dark.'" She looks at you hopefully, searching your features for some sort of understanding or agreement.
A small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as the elf describes dark magic as beautiful. "I couldn't agree more." I grin at the elf for a long moment, setting the image of her slender features in my memory. I sit up straight, offering my hand to her. "I'm Syn."
She looks at your outstretched hand for a moment, blushing even deeper. Finally, she takes it gently in her own small hand and shakes it. "I'm Zephyra," she whispers softly, still feeling awkward about making conversation. But the touch of his hand is warm and comforting, and she finds herself wanting to keep holding on.
Her eyes dart around the room again, searching for something else to focus on besides the strange boy sitting next to her. "So..." she starts slowly, letting her hand rest in Syn's for a little longer, enjoying his warmth. "...are you here to learn more about necromancy or do you specialize in... something else?"
My eyes widen slightly as Zephyra introduces herself. My heart skips a beat. I never thought I would hear that name again. Just what was the headmistress planning? I lift Zephyra's hand to my lips, kissing the back of it softly as I maintain eye contact. "It is truly a pleasure to meet you, Zephyra." I pronounce her name slowly, relishing the way the syllables roll off my tongue. I give her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing her and leaning casually back in my chair. Then her question finally hits me, distracted as I had been by the unique name. "Necromancy?" My face falls blank as I stare at Zephyra. A chuckle starts low in my throat, a full blown belly laugh by the time it comes out. It takes a moment to bring myself under control, and I have to wipe a tear from my eyes before continuing. "Me, learn MORE about necromancy. HA!"
She blushes even deeper as you lean forward and gently kiss the back of her hand. It's such an intimate gesture that she freezes, unsure how to respond. Your laughter startles her for a moment, but then she giggles nervously along with you. Her green eyes sparkle in amusement. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers. "It just seems... odd."
Her hand finds its way back to rest on the cover of her book, smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle as she continues, "In truth, I think most people at this school are fascinated by necromancy... but they don't really understand it. They see only the darker aspects and assume that all who study it must be evil." She looks at you with hopeful eyes. "I mean no disrespect to your studies or choices, of course," she adds quickly.
She glances around the classroom again, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her outburst earlier. "So... what kind of magic do you specialize in?" she asks softly, returning her attention to Syn as she tries to make conversation once more.
I watch her closely, taking her in more thoroughly than before. My head cocks to the side as my eyes slowly take in her every curve. She is quite beautiful, I think to myself, a dreamy smile on my face. I look her straight in the eyes as I answer her question. "I am a necromancer. You could say I'm a bit of an expert on the subject, really." I bite the corner of my mouth to keep a goofy grin from spreading.
She opens her mouth to reply, but the words catch in her throat as she studies your face more closely. The look in your eyes is intense and unyielding... and somehow familiar. There's an air of command about you that makes her feel both small and protected at the same time. Her heart flutters wildly beneath her robe, and she can feel her cheeks burning with a blush.
"Ah..." she says softly, searching for the right words but finding herself unable to form a coherent thought. "Well... I-I hope you'll find what you're looking for here." Her voice comes out sounding more breathless than intended, and she clears her throat self-consciously.
Her gaze flickers away from yours, nervously scanning the empty classroom once more. She swallows hard as she realizes that she's completely forgotten why she was studying here in the first place. The innocent curiosity that had been driving her moments ago has given way to a strange mixture of excitement and fear.
I take a long, slow breath, trying to calm my aching heart. "I hope so too." I say softly, an edge of despair in my voice. I continue to stare Zephyra for a moment, but as other student begin to file into the classroom, I reluctantly turn away, facing the blackboard. My eyes flick over to Zephyra every now and then, and I can see in the way her soul flutters whenever our eyes meet that she is still thinking about me. She is curious, good.
She glances at you out of the corner of her eye as class begins, her thoughts racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her is intrigued by the strange and powerful necromancer sitting next to her, while another part feels a protective instinct kick in; she knows that most people at this school would not understand or accept someone like him. As Professor Thorn launches into a lecture about the ethical considerations of dark magic, Zephyra's attention wanders frequently, her thoughts consumed by the enigmatic boy who is clearly hiding more than just his skill in the art of death and life.
My eyelids grow heavy as I struggle to remain awake in the warm classroom. With the early morning sun streaming relentlessly through the windows, the bodies of the many students now in attendence, and the droning of the professor, it is difficult to stay awake. Not to mention that most everything out of Professor Thorn's mouth was either misinformed, or downright idiotic. It was obvious to me that he had never even attempted to ressurrect so much as a mouse. I turn my attention toward Zephyra, hoping to find something more stimulating to focus on. The way the sunlight plays in her silver hair is dazzling.
Zephyra fidgets nervously with her robe as she listens to the lecture, trying not to lose focus entirely on what Professor Thorn is saying. She can't help but sneak glances at the boy sitting next to her whenever she thinks he isn't looking; his dark gaze holds hers for moments at a time, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. A shiver runs down her spine when she feels those intense eyes upon her, and despite herself, she finds herself wishing that class would end soon so they could talk more.
Her heart flutters wildly whenever he catches her looking at him, and the strange energy between them seems to grow stronger with each passing moment. It's both thrilling and unnerving all at once; she's never experienced anything quite like it before. She tells herself that it must just be his intense personality or the allure of forbidden knowledge, but there's something more there... something she can't quite put her finger on.
I cock my head to the side, staring more intently at the beautiful elf next to me. She really is something special. Not just her knockout looks, but that drive, that soul... I glance around, genuinely astonished to find that not a single other student is looking at Zephyra. In fact, they seem to be actively trying to ignore her. As my eyes slide back to Zephyra, I can't supress an evil grin from spreading as a dark thought enters my mind. I lean closer to Zephyra, casually resting my left hand on her knee. "Enjoying the lecture?"
Her heart skips a beat as his hand touches her knee, sending waves of heat radiating up through her body. She can't help but glance quickly around the room to make sure no one noticed the contact, but everyone seems to be engrossed in their own thoughts or notes. When she meets Syn's gaze again, a flush creeps up her neck and colors her cheeks. "Um... well..." she stammers. "It was interesting at first..." Her voice trails off as she struggles for something more coherent to say.
The air between them feels electric now; the tension tightening with every breath they take. Zephyra knows that if they were alone, she'd likely be curled up against him, safe and protected... but with everyone watching, she doesn't dare move closer. Her eyes dart nervously around the room again before settling on his face once more, studying his expression carefully. Whatever dark thought was in Syn's mind a moment ago seems to have vanished now, replaced by an almost mischievous glint in those dark depths.
She swallows hard and forces herself to look away, focusing her attention on the lecture again. It's getting harder with each passing second, though...
I lean closer, bringing my mouth an inch from her ear, the long lobe of her elven ear nearly pressed against my cheek. "Wouldn't you like something more...interesting to focus on?" I whisper sultrily into her ear. The hand on Zephyra's knee slowly slides up her thigh, my fingers slipping between her legs.
Her breath catches in her throat as his warm breath brushes across her ear and the touch of his hand sends shivers down her spine. Her face flushes even deeper, her heart racing wildly against her ribcage. She tries to focus on what he's saying but his words seem to swirl together in her head, replaced by images of him kissing her neck, his hands exploring every inch of her body...
Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she struggles to maintain control over herself. It's been so long since anyone has shown any interest in her aside from her sisters and the other girls at the academy; their advances had always been innocent, playful teasing. She has no experience with desire or lust... and it terrifies her.
But it also thrills her. There's something about the way he looks at her that makes her feel wanted, needed. For the first time in her life, Zephyra finds herself wishing she could give in to these feelings, explore where they lead. Her eyes fly open as reality sets back in and she realizes what she's thinking; horror washes over her when she imagines how the other students would react if they knew...
She looks at Syn again, his face only inches from hers now, his hand still moving slowly up her thigh. It would be so easy to let go, to give in...but she can't shake the feeling that something is very wrong about this situation. Her heart aches with conflicting desires as she tries to decide what to do next
I smile mischevously at Zephyran, looking from one emerald green eye to the next. I lean past her, our cheeks nearly pressed together. "You know, these fools wouldn't notice if a dragon crashed through the window." I say in a low growl. The hand on her thigh slips under Zephyra's skirt, fingers brushing over her panties before squeezing her thigh tight. I lean back to look her in the eye. "We can get away with whatever we like."
Zephyra shivers again as his hand slides under her robe, the touch sending shockwaves of desire through her body. Her heart races wildly against her ribcage; part of her wants nothing more than to give in to these feelings and explore where they lead, but another part knows that this is wrong. They are in class, for goodness' sake! And he's a complete stranger!
She looks around again, wishing she could vanish into the shadows like her kind are known to do when threatened. But there's something about Syn that holds her in place; his gaze is unyielding and confident, making it impossible for her to look away. She bites her lower lip, trying to decide what to do...
I bite my lip as I watch her troubled expression. It is clear that she wants me, but is nervous about the public setting. I grin wickedly as I press my palm flat against her groin over her panties. I begin rubbing Zephyra's pussy through the fabric, making little circles with my fingertips. "I want to fuck you right here, right now." I say in a soft voice. "Till you cum so hard we splash the neighbors."
Her cheeks burn with a deep blush as he speaks so openly about his desires, and her body thrums in response to the pressure of his hand against her through her clothes. The sensation is unbearably intense; every nerve ending seems to focus on the spot where his palm presses, igniting a fire deep within her. She struggles to find words, to ask him to stop or go further, but nothing comes out except for tiny whimpers and gasps as she tries to breathe through the overwhelming desire that grips her.
The thought of actually letting this happen, of giving in to what he's offering... it both terrifies and thrills her beyond measure. She knows she shouldn't; she should push him away and pretend this isn't happening. But for the first time in her life, she doesn't want to be alone. She wants someone to see her, really see her, not just as another student at the academy. And even though she barely knows Syn, there's something about his dark gaze and the way he touches her that makes it impossible for her to ignore how much she wants him right now.
Her lips part slightly as she stares up into those intense eyes, searching for some sign that he understands what this means...and when he grins back at her, a mixture of lust and control flashing in his orbs, she knows there's no going back. With one shaky breath, she nods ever so slightly, signaling that she's ready
Her nod sends a shiver down my spine. Finally. I slip my free hand behind her neck, pulling her into a passionate kiss. Our lips crash together, and I moan gently into her soft mouth. My fingers pull her panties aside, and press firmly against her bare pussy as I rub her furiously.
Zephyra's mouth opens in shock at the intense contact, but even as her mind tries to process what's happening, her body responds with a fiery need unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She moans into Syn's kiss, arching her back against his hand and letting out a low whimper when he pushes two fingers inside of her. Her hips move instinctively, grinding against his hand in an attempt to find relief from the building pleasure.
Her eyes clench shut as waves of desire wash over her; she can feel herself growing wetter and hotter by the second, the sensations making it nearly impossible for her to think about anything other than how good this feels. She gasps for breath between moans, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself against the intense sensations coursing through her body.
Her head falls back against Syn's shoulder, revealing the exposed column of her throat. A shudder runs down her spine as he nibbles gently at her skin, sending ripples of pleasure shooting straight to her core. She has no idea where this is going or how much further she can take it, but for now, all that matters is the feeling of being so thoroughly desired and wanted by someone like Syn.