Apprentice Qamari
Divination is an intense endeavor by its very nature. However, there are ways to raise and lower that intensity. If your conduit isn’t comfortable in the silver, it’s best to take a lower intensity approach, lest you tip them over into panic.
Advanced Casting Principles: Divination by Aurelia Laskarsis
“GOT IT?” I ASK, EXASPERATED.
I’m sure Olbric is having me repeat the poem just to keep me on my shaking legs a little longer. That smirk tells me I’m right.
“Just one more time for me?” he says, batting his eyelashes.
A drip of wetness slides down my thigh, and it’s a struggle not to press my legs together. The short, thick toy Arlon slid into my cunt is firmly locked in place by the metal chastity belt, and it makes every shift of my hips a unique sort of torture.
Olbric isn’t deterred by the withering look I give him as I repeat the poem again. If anything, that shit-eating grin only widens.
“Sorry - what was that last bit?”
I brace a hand against the wall. “Oh, fuck you,” I moan as I clench my thighs together. Olbric chuckles, and I peg him with a glare. “How are you handling this so well?”
“Conjuration master now, remember?” he says brightly. “A week is nothing for me anymore. Once you’re finally out of your stint, you’ll understand.”
I rest my forehead against the cool stone wall. I’m so randy I can hardly think straight. After three months, I’m beyond ready to be done with conjuration forever. “Gods, it can’t happen fast enough. It’sgotto happen this week.”
“I think Dom got off easy not having to endure his time at the Crux,” Olbric tsks as he leans against the wall next to my head.
I laugh, though the memories of the trip out east make my cunt clench wantonly around the toy. “You didn’t see all that Alix and I did to him. And you know he doesn’t cast and tell.”
Olbric hums. “No, he sure doesn’t.”
I look at him sidelong, but his smile has gone flat. Pushing away from the wall invites more teasing friction from the thick toy, but I bite back a moan as I turn to face him. “He’s still not talking?”
Olbric shakes his head, fingers plucking at a loose thread on his sleeve. “Not really. Not yet.”
I sigh before I say, “He... worried me today.”
His fingers go still, his gaze sharpening. “What happened?”
“He’s always out of it when he’s wearing Arlon’s collar, but... he was sleeping under the desk again. Could barely remember the poem at all this time,” I say.
Olbric sighs, shoulders slumping as he says, “He hasn’t spent the night with me since before the trip out east. Said there’s no point in him ruining my sleep, too.”
Worry seeps deeper. Ever since the Tower, Dom’s been... off. As if he’s only partially here, his thoughts somewhere else entirely.
“I’m just worried about him,” I say quietly. “The fact that he still hasn’t said a word about what happened at the Tower...”
Old fears raise their head again. I know what it’s like to be left in the silver. When Margeurite dozed off after she put me in, it hadfelt like I was trapped for a lifetime. The sound of my own body, my own thoughts, was deafening in all that silence. It was like brushing against madness.
I was in it for minutes, at worst. But Dom... he was left in there forhours. Gods only know what that can do to someone’s head.
“He’ll talk when he’s ready,” Olbric says. My frustrations rest behind my teeth, but Olbric stops me before I can speak. “He doesn’t need anyone pressing on open wounds right now, Gal. He just needs space.”
My frustration goes nowhere as I level a look at him. Ever since we got back, Olbric’s been... protective of Dom. Obnoxiously so. It’s hard not to feel shut out. As if Olbric’s decided that Arlon and I are people that Dom needs to be shielded from when we’re only trying tohelp.
That’s a discussion that needs to happen eventually, but not today. “Fine.” I press a kiss to his cheek before I deliver a gentle slap to the spot. When I grab his cheeks, his lips puff out temptingly. “But do you remember the damn poem or not?”
Olbric barks a laugh before he surges forward to pin me against the wall. “The fire that smolders behind your eyes is nothing to the heat betwixt your thighs.” A rough hand cups my crotch, and I can’t stop a breathy swear. “Your wanton sex drips with molten need, an inferno I will douse with my river of seed.”
His teeth snap playfully by my ear before I push him away. “Do your duty, wizard,” I laugh even as I try to get my pulse back under control. “We need sending spells. Cancassi’s next, and I bet they’re as over this spell as I am.”
