{Armia}
Armia watched as Isabella raised a perfectly sculpted brow, her erald eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"A party?" She leaned back in her chair and crossing those long, slender legs. Smirking up at Armia, she put her head on her hand. "And here I thought you only liked having around when you could throw fireballs at ."
Armia huffed.
"Don't flatter yourself. It's not like I'm asking you out on a date or anything."
"Aren't you?" Isabella teased, a mischievous grin tugging on those plump, glossy lips. "Inviting to a fancy party... One lisa won't even be around for... People might start to talk, you know?"
Rolling her golden eyes, Armia sighed.
"Look, it's not like that, okay? General Neal proposed to , and he's invited to this party to give a taste of the high life or whatever. I just... I need soone to go with, and I thought you were the woman for the job."
"Wait, wait, hold on," Isabella's eyes widened, her interest piqued. "Multiple questions. Question one, soone proposed to you?"
"Yes, and to be honest, I really don't want to dive into that matter with you, so, are you coming?"
"..."
Isabella tapped a perfectly manicured finger against her chin. Armia could tell her mind was whirring with the possibilities.
Sure, she probably didn't particularly care about Armia's love life or her potential future as a noblewoman, but a fancy party? With all those rich, influential people in attendance? Armia knew it was the perfect opportunity to promote her new wand and maybe even secure so investors.
"Alright, question two, why are you inviting to this?" Isabella tilted her head. "Isn't there a better, purple, red-eyed, incredibly sexy option that you're forgetting? Or, even Ms. Woman of Mystery herself, right over there," Isabella nodded at Raven, the living statue over at the front of the class. "Why not them? Why ?"
"Well, first off, no, I did not forget lisa," Armia sighed. "I figured it would be better to have you co along, though. Given that part of the point is to network, as much as I like her, having a nim co with feels like it would hurt more than it'd help. So," Armia shrugged, "yes, it was between you and Raven. And... I an, co on.
This isn't exactly the sort of thing Raven likes, so..." Armia shrugged.
"I see..." Isabella nodded slowly.
"So," Armia continued. "Are you coming or not?"
Isabella uncrossed her legs and leaned forward.
As Isabella stared Armia down, Armia looked away. She didn't have the biggest tits in the world or anything like that, but sohow, just looking into her eyes made Armia feel like she was being undressed.
Armia's cock twitched under her skirt.
Finally, Isabella said:
"Of course, I'm coming. I'd be stupid not to take you up on this, I just wanted to know why , is all."
Armia's eyes involuntarily drifted down to Isabella's milky thighs, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson before she quickly looked away. Armia clenched her hands into fists.
She couldn't deny that the thought of bending Isabella over and fucking her tight, little asshole had flickered through Armia's mind more than once, recently.
"Whatever," Armia muttered, trying to ignore the way her heart was suddenly racing in her chest and trying desperately not to get hard right here, in the middle of the classroom. "Just don't embarrass , okay?"
"? Embarrass you?" Isabella gasped, placing a hand over her heart in mock offense. "Never. What you should really be worried about is that I'll make sure everyone at that party is so focused on , they won't even rember you're there."
Armia scowled, but she couldn't deny the tiny thrill that ran through her at the thought of walking into the party with a girl like Isabella on her arm. The kitsune was infuriating, yes, but she was also undeniably hot, with her lush curves and that wicked gleam in her eye that promised all sorts of delicious trouble.
[... hm, that tight ass around my cock. How would it...? No, no, focus! Focus, Armia, focus!]
"Fine," Armia said, her voice a little rougher than she intended. "But you better behave yourself, Isabella. I an it."
"Oh, I always behave myself, darling," Isabella purred, her lips curving into a sinful smirk. "Just make sure your darian blood doesn't get the better of you. I fear you might push down and spread my legs right in front of everyone the mont you see in a dress."
"Just be ready by eight," Armia muttered, turning on her heel and heading back to her seat before Isabella could see the way her legs were shaking.
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{lisa}
lisa sat at the desk in her room, her eyes scanning the weathered pages of the Blood Magic to before her.
The musty scent of the ancient leather binding filled her nostrils as she pored over the intricate diagrams and cryptic incantations, continuing to unravel the secrets of this forbidden art.
She glanced at the notes scattered across her desk, a frown creasing her brow.
Blood Magic and Life Magic were, of course, two sides of the sa coin, both manipulating the very essence of vitality, but where Life Magic sought to nurture and heal, Blood Magic seed to draw its power from sacrifice and pain.
And yet, lisa had twisted both forms. She made them work together to form a spell that had already saved multiple lives.
Sighing, lisa let her head drop.
[Why does it feel so natural to ?] lisa wondered, her fingers tracing the faded crimson ink on the page. [I an, is it really just a coincidence that it seems like I have a Blood Magic affinity?]
A sudden voice broke through her concentration.
"Hard at work, I see."
lisa startled, her heart leaping into her throat as she spun around to see Javir leaning against the doorfra, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Javir! I didn't hear you co in."
"You were rather engrossed in your studies," Javir chuckled, pushing off the doorfra and sauntering into the room. She perched on the edge of lisa's bed, her long, toned legs crossing at the ankles. "Find anything interesting?"
lisa swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her pulse quickened at the sight of her ntor lounging on her bed.
Ever since the gala, when they'd almost kissed, the air between them had been... charged.
"Just trying to understand the differences between Blood Magic and Life Magic," lisa said, turning back to her notes to hide the flush creeping up her neck. "I'm trying to find out why it is that Blood Magic gets it's power from darker sources."
Javir humd thoughtfully, her fingers idly toying with the silken bedspread.
"Eh, so do say that magic in it's entirety is never light nor dark, in their opinion," Javir said, rising from the bed and moving to stand behind lisa. Her breath was warm against lisa's ear as she leaned over her shoulder, her fingers brushing against the pages of the to. "It's how people choose to wield it that attaches those stigmas."
lisa shivered, acutely aware of the heat of Javir's body so close to her own.
She could sll the faint, spicy scent of her perfu, could feel the whisper of her hair against her cheek.
"This passage here," Javir said, reaching over lisa's shoulder to point at a particular section of the text. "It talks about using Blood Magic to make bodies more vulnerable to disease. You managed to twist a spell like this into a healing spell. Can't you do sothing with this?"
"Maybe," she said, her voice slightly breathless. "Though, I've been focusing on more general healing spells so far."
Javir humd thoughtfully, her breath tickling the back of lisa's neck.
"What about the nim quarantine? Any news?"
Javir sighed, running a hand through her sunlight-colored hair.
"Well, the curse has stopped spreading. So, clearly, if your theory's right, whoever's doing this got what they wanted. Nim are off the streets. To what end, though, I don't know."
She felt a flush of pride at Javir's words, quickly followed by a twinge of guilt. Here she was, obsessing over Blood Magic while her people suffered.
"I'm heading out to heal more of the afflicted this afternoon," she said, half to herself and half to Javir.
"Just don't push yourself too hard," Javir cautioned. "We need you at your best."
Suddenly, Javir was behind her, peering over her shoulder at the open to. lisa froze, acutely aware of the heat radiating from Javir's body, so close to hers.
The air between them felt charged, thick with unspoken tension. lisa's mind flashed back to the gala, to that mont when they'd almost kissed. Her body thrumd with a familiar heat, her nim nature responding to Javir's closeness.
"Javir, I-"
A knock at the door interrupted her. Margaret's voice drifted through the wood.
"lisa, dear? Javir? Do you want your lunch now or later?"
The spell was broken. Javir stepped back, clearing her throat.
"I should go. You have your studies, and I have my own research to attend to."
lisa nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She watched as Javir strode to the door, pausing for a mont with her hand on the knob.
"Be careful with Blood Magic, lisa," she said softly, her back to her. "It has a way of changing people."
"Y-Yeah, I get it."
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With that, she was gone, leaving lisa alone with her racing thoughts and the persistent ache between her thighs. She slumped in her chair, her tail curling around her leg as she tried to regain her composure.
Her pussy was embarrassingly wet, just from having Javir standing there.
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