🇬🇧 Constants of Desire 😈😏🫦

Daphne was the best graduate of the Naavr Academy, but instead of the noisy capital 🌆 she chose a practice in the Black Tower 🗼. Fair-haired 👱‍♀️, always focused on books 📚, she arrived here six months ago to master high magic under the supervision of Violette — the greatest sorceress of recent centuries, whose name was whispered in the academy corridors with awe and admiration. Daphne craved knowledge, but the Tower, surrounded by an eternal storm 🌊, had recently begun to awaken something else in her instead of a thirst for learning — something they don't teach in libraries 🗝️ Dinner in the hall was the only time they talked about more than just scrolls. Violette, whose skin seemed like porcelain in the firelight, slowly lowered her glass 🫴🍷 — How is your learning, Daphne? Are the magical constants we talked about yielding to you? 📖 — Yes, Mentor, — Daphne straightened her back, trying to sound professional. — I am currently focused on the constants of "Magical Summons" 🌀✨ Studying connections between worlds 🌘👉👈🌏, summoning humans 🧝, invoking entities 👹... it requires colossal concentration. Violette tilted her head flirtatiously, a lock of her dark hair sliding over her shoulder 😏 — Summoning, you say? Interesting. Then tell me, — the sorceress's voice grew deeper, — who exactly are you trying to summon every night that your moans echo through the tower walls so passionately that even the storm cannot drown them out? 🌩️🥀 Daphne almost dropped her glass 💥🍷 She felt heat flood her face, and her palms became wet 😳🔥 — I... I. Mentor, it's... — she stammered, looking at her plate. — Please forgive me. At the Academy, it was easier. The men's dorm was nearby 💒🧸❤️‍🔥, or friends could help with it 💭👌👈 But here I am alone with these constants, and my body... it seems to stop obeying me 🩸💔 — Interesting. You had quite some fun in the dormitory, didn't you? 😏💭🔞💞 — the mentor stood up, her dress rustling on the floor. — Actually, it was only a few times, and even then, I wasn't the initiator. With a guy, it was only a few times, and then I came to you. — What a tragedy 😈🫦 — Violette approached her from behind and softly touched her shoulder with her fingertips, making Daphne flinch. — Why did you come to practice with me... The nearest man here is probably 600 miles away 😅 — Because you are the best among the sorceresses I know, and my needs are nothing before the desire to stand beside such an outstanding individual — Daphne replied as if by a template. — Bravo, girl, — Violette applauded 👏 — but today you get a failing grade... The basis of magic is concentration. If you concentrate on magic, it manifests, but if you concentrate on lustful thoughts... there will be something else, which only poets would call "magic." Well — she looked at her, clearly remembering something — you need help... If you want, I will show you a methodology that can partially solve your problem. Come to my bedroom at midnight 🌙 If you have the courage 😏🫦 Hours passed. At twelve, Daphne stood before the heavy oak doors 🚪 Her heart was pounding 🫀💨 in her throat. "She is my teacher. Is this even right? What if she's mocking me?", — these thoughts pulsed in her temples. She pressed the handle and entered 🫳 The bedroom was drowned in purple tones, and the air was thick with the scent of sandalwood. Violette was nowhere to be seen. However, on the table were things that could hardly be called magical artifacts: champagne waiting in an ice bucket 🪣🧊🍾, candies 🍬, grapes 🍇 and something she had seen with her roommate, who too often received pleasure from it 💦🔞 Daphne shyly took it in her hands, looking at it with fear and wild curiosity 🔗✨... Only the shape reminded her of what she had seen with Izumi... Memories flooded her thoughts 💭❤️‍🔥 The bathroom door opened, and Violette entered, enveloping the room in steam 🧖‍♀️ She was drying her hair with a towel, and when she saw Daphne, a predatory smile appeared on her lips 😈 Startled, Daphne flinched and dropped the object into the ice bucket 🪣🧊 Daphne covered her face with her hands in embarrassment 🫣, but Violette just laughed out loud 😂 — Forgive me, I entered by accident, and I already wanted to go to my room... Good night. — Stop it, — she came closer — you're embarrassed because you think it's wrong? You're not here for this? Hundreds of years ago I was the same — a girl buried in books 📚👱‍♀️🖤 And if not for my mentor who owned this tower 🗼💎, I would probably have become a librarian in that cursed academy... Consider this a tradition of this place 👄🕯 or a transfer of experience to younger generations 🫦🕯 They drank a glass each 🥂 The champagne bubbles pleasantly tickled her nose, and the tension in Daphne's shoulders finally began to vanish. When Violette pinned her to the silk sheets, Daphne for the first time did not try to analyze the situation 💋 The first kiss was long, tasting of champagne and grapes, and the mentor's hands 🫳 acted quickly and confidently, freeing the student's body from extra layers of fabric 👘👙🫦 Suddenly Violette snapped her fingers. The light went out, and Daphne found herself in absolute darkness 🪄🌑 — Don't try to see. Focus on what you feel, — Violette whispered 👄 Daphne flinched when a cold ice cube 🧊 touched her stomach and then slowly slid to her thigh 🔥 Following the cold ❄️ came the moist 💧 warmth of the sorceress's lips 👄 Suddenly, some force grabbed her arms and legs... "Telekinesis? To hell with it... whatever happens, happens" Daphne felt an incredible relief — she no longer needed to control herself. She completely surrendered to her partner's movements, feeling every change in temperature 🌡, every pressure of fingers 🤏, every penetration 🔞 Towards morning 🌅, when the storm outside finally subsided, they lay in each other's arms 🤗🔥✨ Daphne fell asleep on Violette's shoulder, feeling that this night had taught her magic much more than all the scrolls in the world 🏛️🌓👑