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{Isabella}

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Isabella and Armia collapsed onto the grass, their chests heaving with exertion.

They had been practicing their magical parries for hours, the air around them still crackling with residual energy.

"Ahhh, fuck," Isabella panted, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "I think that's enough for today. Any more and I might actually die."

Armia nodded, clearly too exhausted to even form words. Instead, all she uttered was:

"Aaah," Armia hissed, her muscles clearly aching.

For a moment, Isabella just stared at her.

[... The dragon pushed me to my limits. I can't believe it,] she thought, a grudging respect for the darian's stamina and skill welling up inside her.

She wasn't that bad, all things considered.

Certainly not on Isabella's level. Or Melisa's, for that matter. But, what the darian lacked in talent, she made up for through persistence. That is to say, no matter how many times she'd failed to parry one of Isabella's spells, she didn't lose heart. She just got back up and said, "let's do that again."

Isabella couldn't say she disliked that type of person.

As if on cue, the sound of hoofbeats echoed in the distance, growing louder as they approached the Summer household.

Armia sat up, squinting into the gathering darkness.

"That'll be my ride," she said, hauling herself to her feet with a groan. "Guess I better get going."

Isabella watched as Armia gathered her things, an odd feeling twisting in her gut.

It was almost like... disappointment.

[I mean... I guess it was kinda fun, practicing those spells. The sorceress in me just can't resist this sort of thing.]

She couldn't keep the words from spilling out her mouth.

"Aw, leaving so soon?" She asked, a smirk on her face. "And here I was looking forward to some awkward small talk."

"I'll pass, if it's all the same with you."

Kimiko appeared in the doorway, leaning against it with some amusement.

"Leaving already, Armia? It feels like you just got here."

Armia bowed her head slightly, looking bashful.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Summer. I should really be going..."

Kimiko waved off her formality with a sultry smile.

"Please, call me Kimiko. And you're welcome back anytime, even if it's not for a class project."

"I... Thank you," Armia simply accepted the offer politely. "I'm sure I will."

Soon, as Armia got in the cart, the memory of what Isabella had seen earlier that day flashed before her eyes.

The way Armia's skirt had lifted in the wind, exposing...

[Good gods, that thing was massive.]

Isabella's body reacted almost against her will, a hot, heavy pulse of desire settling low in her belly. She bit her lip, trying to ignore the way her nipples tightened and her clit throbbed with need.

[Fuck, what is wrong with me?] she thought, a surge of panic and confusion welling up inside her. [I can't be getting turned on by the darian, of all people. She's... she's her!]

But even as she tried to deny it, her body continued to react.

[I mean... Objectively, from a purely scientific, logical standpoint, it would be odd if I wasn't impressed by such a huge dick. Such a thing is objectively not common. Right,] Isabella nodded. [This is how anyone would react seeing that monster.]

"See you tomorrow, Isabella," Armia called from the carriage, oblivious to the turmoil raging inside the kitsune's mind. "Try not to miss me too much."

Isabella forced a laugh, the sound coming out strained and brittle.

"In your dreams, Duskscale," she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'll be too busy enjoying the peace and quiet."@@novelbin@@

Armia snorted, rolling her eyes as she urged her horse forward.

"Whatever you say, genius," she finally said, disappearing into the night as the horses started moving.

Isabella watched her go, her heart pounding and her skin prickling with a heat that had nothing to do with the summer air.

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{Zephyra}

Zephyra leaned back in her chair, a deep sigh escaping her lips.

The nim's presence still lingered in the room, a faint, enticing scent that made Zephyra's skin tingle.

[Fuck,] she thought, running a hand through her hair. [What is it about that girl?]

She'd been trying to figure Melisa out from the moment she'd laid eyes on her, searching for any hint of deception or hidden motives.

But the nim seemed genuine, if a bit naive and overeager.

Zephyra reached for the report on her desk, the one detailing the events of the gala. The one she'd received the instant she arrived at the city.

She'd read it a dozen times already, but she couldn't stop herself from going over it again, looking for any clues she might have missed.

The king's arrival, Melisa being invited to dinner, the poisoning... it all seemed like something out of a storybook. A daring rescue by an unlikely hero, a nim with powers beyond her station.

But what really caught Zephyra's attention was the fact that Melisa had been able to heal the king when all the professional healers had failed.

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It was a feat that should have been impossible, especially for someone with no formal training.

[So... How did she do it?] Zephyra wondered, her brow furrowing. [What kind of magic did she use? And where did she learn it?]

The report mentioned accusations against the queen, but there wasn't enough evidence to prove her involvement. Zephyra had her own suspicions about that, but she kept them to herself for now.

No, what really interested her was Melisa herself. The nim's personality, her motives, her desires. Zephyra had been watching her closely during their lesson, trying to see if she matched up with the reports.

But Melisa was hard to read. She was open and honest, almost to a fault, but there was something else there too. A depth, a complexity that Zephyra couldn't quite put her finger on.

[And then there's the matter of her pheromones,] Zephyra thought, a shiver running down her spine.

She'd felt them the moment Melisa had stepped into her office, an intoxicating scent that made her blood run hot. She'd tried to ignore it, to focus on the task at hand, but it had been a constant distraction, an alluring song that called to her baser instincts.

That is to say, it was hard to think about anything other than pushing Melisa down and having her way with the nim, all throughout the brief period of time they'd spent together.

Now, alone in her office, Zephyra let herself succumb to the effects of Melisa's pheromones. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes fluttering closed as a wave of heat washed over her.

[Fuck, what is this girl doing to me?] she thought, her hand sliding down her stomach to press against the aching need between her legs. [I haven't felt like this in... gods, I can't even remember.]

Zephyra shook her head, her hand moving lower.

[I wonder what she tastes like,] Zephyra thought, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her pants. [I wonder how she'd feel against me, with those soft curves and warm skin.]

She let her mind wander, imagining Melisa spread out beneath her, those pretty red eyes glazed with lust. She pictured herself tasting every inch of the nim's body, making her writhe and moan with pleasure.

[I bet she's a screamer,] Zephyra thought, a wicked grin spreading across her face. [I bet I could make her beg for it, make her forget her own name.]

For a long moment, Zephyra just sat there, tapping a finger against her desk with her free hand.

[This is going to be an interesting month,] she thought, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face. [I can't wait to see what other secrets Melisa Blackflame is hiding.]

Suddenly, she stood up, straightening her clothes and smoothing back her hair. She had work to do, lessons to plan and spells to research. But she couldn't shake the feeling that Melisa was going to be more than just another student.

[She's special,] Zephyra thought, a thrill of excitement running through her. [I can feel it in my bones. And I'm going to figure out why, one way or another.]