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Archive-name: Fantasy/aimee-k.txt

Archive-author: Elf Sternberg

Archive-title: Aimee - k - Chapter 9

AIMEE'                                                           Chapter IX

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     "Master Darynn, please be brought forward."

     Darynn rose to his feet and allowed his to colleagues to lead him 

into the moon-shaped circle that was the petition floor for the main 

council of Mages.  Around him sat his thirteen peers, each of whom had 

heard testimony from himself, Bethsany, and Aimee', as well as 

additional testimony from several of Bethsany's girls and two of 

Teltirray's servants.  Still, he had to admit, the council saw things 

differently from most people and he didn't know what their decision 

would ultimately be.

     From the center of the council, Talen Silisto leaned over and 

looked down at him.  "Master Darynn, the court has reviewed its findings 

and considered your testimony.  While it would normally be outrageous 

for a mage of your standing to defy the wishes of a fellow mage and 

teach that mage's student something other than what was requested, we 

find in your case that you taught Aimee' precisely according to the 

wishes of Teltirray as best as you, yourself, could interpret.  If 

Aimee' sought additional learning from you and your library, as long as 

her demanded studies did not suffer in the process, that is the mark of 

a good student, and you, sir, are to be rewarded as a good nurturer of 

that student."  Master Silisto smiled, and Darynn grinned back.  "This 

court finds you innocent of any wrongdoing.  Would you please be 

returned to your chair?"

     "I would, sir."

     "Aimee', please be brought forward."

     Aimee stood and, like Darynn before, allowed herself to be led to 

the center of the circle.  Darynn watched the hold of her head and found 

himself admiring the strength she was showing, as well as the 

nervousness locked into her shoulders.  She looked up at Mage Silisto, 

the hood of her cloak thrown back.

     Mage Silisto examined her carefully.  "Apprentice Aimee', the court 

has examined your conduct and your testimony, as well as that of your 

teachers and those who know you, and we can find no evidence of 

wrongdoing.  As a mage, Teltirray had few peers, and in his speciality 

he had none.  As a man, however, Teltirray was more monster than human 

being, and with your revelations and those contained in his journals, we 

hereby remove his name from our ranks as an honored member."

     "Also, this court has examined Teltirray's last moments in detail.  

Without formality, this ruling will probably face challenge, but we  

rule that you and Teltirray engaged in duel, one which he unfairly 

skewed in his favor, and that you are therefore to be benefitted in the 

manner of one who has won duel.  In the presence of a Will or Deed of 

Estate, you are entitled to half of Teltirray's estate holdings.  

Without such a document, you are entitled to all."  Aimee's mouth 

dropped open, and Darynn followed suit, stunned by the generosity of the 

ruiling.  Talen Silisto slapped his palm on the wood of the table for 

silence, and when he got it, he turned to another standing there.  

"Ricar, is there such a document?"

     "No such document will be found," Ricar stated evenly.

     "Is there such a document," Silisto repeated.  Darynn wondered at 

why Silisto needed to repeat it.

     Ricar stared at the mage, anger written across his mouth.  Then, 

slowly, he smiled.  "Master Silisto, I submit to you that no such Will 

or Deed can be found."

     Satisfied, Silisto turned back to Aimee'.  "You are now the holder 

of the title to Teltirray's estates.  This is the ruling of this mage's 

court."  Silisto slapped his hand upon the table.  "Recorder, let it be 

known that Master Darynn has been cleared of all charges.  That 

Apprentice Aimee' has been, as well.  That the court rules in the duel 

of Aimee' and Teltirray, that Aimee' is the living victor.  And finally, 

that the Council of Mages grants Aimee' a white card admission to the 

College, to reside with Master Darynn-- " An uproar started in the 

audience.  Darynn looked stunned, but most of them were beginning to 


     Silisto banged his hand on the table.  "ORDER!  I will have order 

in here!"  He took a deep breath.  "To reside with Master Darynn, who 

has been neglecting his duties as a mentor for far too long recently, 

until such time as she earned the title of Mage."

     The smell of her hair bothered him.  But he wasn't sure why, or 

even in what way, it bothered him, but it did.  He tried not to listen 

to his feeling, but they would not go away merely from wishing.  "Sir?" 

she asked gently.


     "I wanted to ask you... you said once, just eight months ago, that 

you were prepared to love me."  She turned around, slipping her arms 

into his cloak and holding him close.  Surprised, he looked down at the 

top of her head, inhaling the soft smell of her hair again.  "Would 

you... are you ready now?"

     "I..."  He stood, flustered, then finally smiled.  "I think so, 

Aimee'."   Much to even his surprise, he felt his erection growing under 

her influence.  As he reflected on her touch, he realized that Bethsany 

and her girls still held no interest at all for him.  Instead, Aimee' 

challenged him, excited him, because of her talents, her magic.  And he 

wanted to indulge himself in her spirit and her body.

     He caressed her hair slowly, and her hands stroked his back, his 

fingertips arousing the skin and causing his muscles to tense up almost 

painfully.  "Come with me, Aimee'," he said.  She smiled and took his 

hand.  He led her to the bedroom.  "Sit."

     She sat.  He sat opposite her, his hands folded in his lap.  "I 

feel... uncomfortable.  I have no idea where to begin with you.  And, 

more honestly, I am frightened of you."

     "If you do not wish, sir..."

     "No, I have no desire to go back on my pledge.  Aimee', this may 

sound odd, but while I love you, and I feel lust for you, and at my age 

I should have the wisdom to understand what I feel in here, I do not."  

He tapped himself on the chest to emphasize his words.  "Men... Men are 

easy, compared to you."

     "You taught me, many months ago, not to be afraid of what I wanted 

or what someone else asked of me.  If I could do it, and I wanted, I 

should."  She smiled.  "I learned that lesson very well."  She rose and 

removed cloak, tossing it onto the chair by the bed.  "This room has so 

much magic in it.  I can feel it when I breathe."

     "Yes," Darynn replied.  "I have had many men in this room, and cast 

many more spells."  He grinned.  "Shall we perform one, tonight?"

     She stopped, surprised.  "You would do that with me?"

     "It would seem the natural course of action.  You are an 

apprentice.  I am the mage.  I am supposed to teach you things.  Why 

don't I show you, by example, a kind of scrying I'm familiar with?"

     "Please, sir!" she smiled.  Darynn reached out and pulled her 

close, pushing up the cuff on her left sleeve, exposing her wrist.  He 

knew she was watching as he lowered his head and kissed her wrist, 

gently.  The taste of her skin was unlike anything he had ever tasted.  

It was salty, like the skin of men, but it was a different quality from 

any salt or sweat he had known with men.  He could not even begin to 

place the differences.

     She stood, silently, while he reached out and untied the bows that 

held her tunic closed in the front.  He admired the smooth flawlessness 

of her body as he exposed it, inch by inch.  Her breasts, still growing, 

were already large mounds projecteing away from her body, each nipple 

pointing away from the other.  He quietly cursed himself.  For a sex 

mage, he had damned little vocabulary to describe the beauty of a 

woman's body.  And he did find her beautiful.  Her beauty was bound in 

the way she breathed, in the way her chest rose and fell with the 

excitment that was building between them as student and teacher, friend 

and lover, and he hated to admit... man to woman.  The raw flux of power 

between two loving men was one thing he appreciated.  Yet the strange 

flux of power, filtered by the differences in the sexes, made for a kind 

of magic he had never known.

     As he pushed her shirt down off her back and she shook her hair to 

free it where it had become caugt in the collar, he ceased cursing 

himself and smiled.  He took her cheeks in his hands, lifted her mouth 

slightly, and kissed her.  And then he laughed.


     "Oh, Aimee', what I have been thinking in the past few minutes is 

just not fit.  Are you ready to share the weaknesses of an old man?"

     "If they are yours, sir, I will always be ready."

     "Very well."  He rose and slowly led her to the bedside, 

encouraging her to get in.  She lay down on the covers and, together, 

they worked off her breeches.  "Aimee', I have been considering what a 

fool I have been for denying myself the special kind of magic that 

happens not between two men, but between a man and a woman.  And then I 

realized how few people ever learn of the love between man and woman, 

even when they are made to learn that."  He shook his head. "You are the 

first woman I have loved since my mother, and you may be the last.  It 

is not... It is not that I have discovered women, Aimee'.  It is just 

that I have discovered you."

     She smiled and reached up, pulling him down beside her.  "Sir, one 

thing I have not yet had the pleasure of is one of my own kind.  But I 

dearly wish it.  I wish to learn."

     "I am afraid I shall have to send you to a specialist for that," he 

mused, laughing.  "That sort of thing is beyond my understanding."

     "Yes, sir," she replied, grinning.  "Remove your clothing, 


     "I have to prepare for the spell, first.  Wait here."  Darynn rose 

and left the room.  He walked down the corridor to his magickal pantry, 

recovered the items he required, and returned.  Aimee' was idly stroking 

her skin, scratching or self-pleasuring, he couldn't tell, and she 

smiled as he walked in.  "I waited."

     "I see," he replied.  "Come, apprentice.  Help me arrange this 

spell.  I will need this powder dripped into the groove on the floor 

that encircles the bed, and I will need these candles inset into the 

holders at points 1, 21, 41, 61, and 81.  Clear?"

     "Yes, sir.  Is there any need to care for the colors?"

     "Good question, apprentice.  No, not this time."

     "Yes, sir."  He watched, somewhat detached at the beauty of her 

body but thrilled with the eagerness in her soul, as she placed the 

candles down and began the slow and rather dull task of encircling the 

bed with the mix he had given her.  He stripped off the plain blanket 

and put in its place a large, blue comforter onto which were sewn 

magical runes and sigils.  "Aimee'?"

     "Almost done, sir," she said.

     "Join me when you are."

     He knelt on the bed, naked, as she joined him.  "Now, cross your 

legs, close your eyes, and hold out your hands."

     She did as she was told.  He looked at her, naked, vulnerable... 

and yet, he knew that if he were to arouse her anger, she would prove a 

challenge, possibly a mortal one.  Unlike Teltirray, even if he did not 

see all of it, he knew the source of her power and he respected it.  He 

reached over, doused the oil lamp, and settled himself before her, 

taking her hands in his.  He closed his eyes.

     Slowly, he began chanting, swaying back and forth, feeling the 

power that was already heavily invested into this room even when no 

magick was being performed.  His soul reached out, examined everything.  

His hands moved up her arms, and she mirrored his movements, until his 

forehead touched hers.  Their hands roamed, and slowly he felt her open 

herself to him.  For the first time, he sensed her hidden heart, which 

she had kept protected from Teltirray for all these past months.  Her 

mouth began to move, although no sounds came out.  He could hear her 

breath shaped into words and knew that those words were echoes of his 

own.  She was losing herself to the spell, and that was as it should be.

     His hand caressed her breasts, and hers stroked the hardened 

muscles of his chest.  Beneath her soft teats he could feel the strength 

she had earned through Teltirray's unfortunate "ministrations."  He 

worried that he was being inept, or too rough, to the delicate flesh of 

her body, but she never said a word other than the whispered spell of 

scrying they worked together.

     His mouth touched her shoulder as they leaned together, and her 

voice suddenly took form.  She took over the speaking of the spell, as 

his mouth explored her soft skin.  Once more he was fascinated with a 

taste, a texture, a sensation utterly unlike that of any man or boy he 

had ever enjoyed.  He pressed her down to the bed, feeling her body 

underneath his own.  His skin came to life with every inch pressed to 

inch, and the mana flowed about them in torrents Darynn had shared so 

few times in his life.  His mouth found her nipples.  They were not so 

unlike men's, perhaps a little larger than most men he had been with, 

but not the largest.  He learned to appreciate the feel of her breasts, 

the wonder and excitement inherent in them.  He was fascinated, yet the 

spell called him on.  There was more to do.  He kissed her belly.  In 

his mind, the spell wove on and on, and in his ears Aimee' chanted 

flawlessly words she had not known an hour before.  His mouth trailed 

down to her sex.

     The scent was... distracting.  Interesting.  Nothing to write Thom 

about.  He lowered his lips to her furred mound, slowly extending his 

tongue, tentatively tasting her flesh.  The words to the spell came a 

little more breathlessly from her throat.  He pulled his head back 

slightly and looked down, taking in the sight, comparing the pink flesh 

the color inside a seashell before him with what he knew in his head.  

He licked where he thought her clit should be, tasting at it.  Her legs 

spread slowly wider, and a small moan ran in the undercurrent of her 

chant.  He looked up and her face showed how lost she was in the magic 

and the pleasure of power.

     He licked at her harder.  His jaw was experienced enough with the 

taste of men, but she was proving difficult to follow.  He grinned to 

himself... his problem was that the target was so small!

     He was apparently doing enough, for her chanting changed in pitch 

and timbre as she approached her orgasm.  He decided to let the spell 

rise with her.  They didn't have to be joined at the hips to make this 

work; he had succeeded many times while sucking seed.

     He allowed her to continue weaving the spell; he fed it to her mind 

even as his mouth fed on the taste and feel of her cunt.  He licked with 

enthusiasm, appreciating the way she responded so fully.  It was 

different from men (he couldn't stop making the comparison), but he had 

no trouble recognizing it.  He pressed his mouth against her cunt, 

licking her harder.  He lay against the bedspread and felt his erection 

pressing against the rough cloth.  Her orgasm was growing; he could feel 

it in her legs and see it in her heart.  She growled underneath the 

chanted her spell, and he could hear the thickness in her voice that 

heralded the loss of control.  Her voice grew louder as the muscles in 

her legs trembled and shook.  He changed to course of spell from its 

rotating-growing phase to the outward-seeking phase, and she screamed as 

she came, the magickal words shouted from her mouth as a cruder lover 

would shout obsceneties.

     His vision blinked momentarily, and when he looked again the sky 

had opened up above his head and the world turned below him.  Only one 

moon was in sight, but it was clearer and more radiant than he had seen 

it in many a year.  He turned around slowly, and Aimee' floated besides 

him.  Her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving, one hand over her 

breasts as if to feel the air entering and escaping.  "Aimee'," he said.  


     "Sir?" she asked, blinking slowly and opening her eyes.

     "Look at what we have wrought."  He reached out for her hand, and 

she took it.  Drawing her close, he turned her so that she looked down 

upon the world.  "We have left our bodies, so important to our 

pleasures, behind, so that we may see this."

     "Is that... that..."

     "That is Earth," Darynn said slowly.  "We are many miles from it's 


     "It's round!"

     "Indeed," Darynn said.  "And there are other secrets to be learned 

from this height.  But out bodies will not long stand the strain of 

suspension like this.  It is, perhaps, the strongest disadvantage of sex 

magic... the tension of ecstacy, if left too long, will harm us.  And 

the pleasures of love make us inappropriate for combat magic."  He 

smiled at her.  "Come, we must return."

     "It is so beautiful," she sighed.

     "It is," he agreed, giving it one last glance.  He spoke one more 


     Aimee' screamed louder, her climax sweeping past her as attentions 

returned to her body.  Darryn held onto her with his strong hands, 

hoping she wouldn't buck too hard and hurt his mouth or nose.  Finally, 

her trembling subsided.  "Oh, Master Darryn."

     "Apprentice Aimee'... you were most beautiful."

     "Thank you," she gasped, lying down on the bed and breathing hard, 

recovering her breath.  "That was... the most beautiful moment of my 


     He crawled up and lay beside her, chuckling.  "It was probably one 

of the most interesting of mine," he admitted.  "I did not anticipate 

your pleasure being so strong."

     "You enjoyed it, then?"

     "Oh, very much," he agreed.

     She turned over onto her stomach.  Darynn's eyes floated over her 

buttocks, so much fuller and rounder than any boy's he had ever seen.  

"Good," she said, pulling herself over his body and lowering her head to 

his cock.  Darynn trembled slightly as his cock slid into her mouth.  He 

could feel her saliva against his cock, slick and warm when it was under 

her tongue, cool as it slid down his shaft.  He heard his own breath and 

found he was hyperventilating.  She was good, and he appreciated her 


     She could take all of it, too, and he looked down to see her nose 

pressing against his belly, his entire cock engulfed in her mouth.  She 

sucked on his cock so well he felt his own climax reaching for him.  

"Aimee'... I'm going to come soon."

     She ignored his warning, sucking harder, applying just the right 

kinds of pressure to his shaft.  His cock pumped a little, releasing a 

droplet, his body wound tighter than a watchman's clock.  A second 

later, it broke though, making him shake and groan as his cock pumped 

her mouth full of his come.  Yet, she didn't stop!  She kept sucking it 

down, stroking every last drop from his shaft until he became so 

sensitive.  "Aimee', I beg of you... enough!"

     She rose up and looked at him.  Her eyes were glazed over, tears 

streaking her cheeks.  He recognized the signs of fighting a gag reflex, 

and smiled, brushing away one of the small streams of wetness with his 


     She held his hand to her cheek.  "Thank you again, sir.  Thank you 

so much."

     He smiled and pulled her close, until she lay atop him.  "It is I 

who should be thanking you," he sighed.  "That was wonderful."

     "Thank you.  I tried my best."

     "And you did better than many men I've been with.  Which confirms a 

theory of mine."

     "Sir?" she asked.

     "I've always thought it was passion and practice which make a good 

lover, not having a similar body.  There's a belief amongst inverts that 

only we know how to pleasure one another.  You give lie to that belief."

     She nodded, then laughed softly.  "Darynn... When Teltirray was 

trying to kill me, one thought that kept going through my mind was that 

if I didn't kill him, I was going to miss class tomorrow."

     His laughter joined hers.  "Oh, Apprentice, I do love thee."

     "I love you too..."  She looked up into his face.  "...Teacher."

     They lay together for a long time, and soon Aimee' had drifted off 

to sleep, turning over onto her side.  Darynn rose and blew out the five 

candles; most had burned down until they were just wicks lying in 

puddles of wax.  He did one last circuit of his home, insuring that 

everything was locked down tight against the cold, winter night, then 

returned to bed, one small latern his only source of light.  As he 

looked down at Aimee's sleeping form, he wondered at her resiliency, and 

at his own emotions.

     Despite all that had happened, lust was still not in his 

vocabulary, at least not for her.  He would never have sought her out, 

and he still had no desire to seek other women at all.  Instead, he felt 

admired her and sought to protect her.  She was so strong, yet so young 

and vulnerable.  One day she would be a great mage, and perhaps that was 

his eventual legacy.  It would be the ultimate irony if his greatest 

student turned out to be a woman, yet Aimee' had all the natural talent 

to be the greatest of mages.

     He lowerd the lampwick and curled up next to her.  After dark, he 

thought, not all cats are grey, but sometimes it doesn't matter what 

color they are.  


"Aimee', Chapter 9"

Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg.  This story may be 

freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single 

printings for personal use.

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