"So if your parents knew about your magic and it was passed down through your bloodline, did you receive any formal training for it?" Elaina asked curiously. Such an experience would have been foreign to her because her parents had regarded her 'gift' as abhorrent. But she had never once considered that perhaps one or both of them had magic of their own.

"A little, yes." Azade answered, briefly uttering another whisper of magic as she pressed her hand to a tree trunk, "My mother used to lay wards like this when we had to travel in the forest. She taught me how to do it myself. I remember her using them once when we went camping. I must have been six or seven at the time. We didn't do a lot of camping after that, though."

"No teachers, though? Like school or anything like that?" Elaina continued as she wove around a sapling.

"We actually don't have any proper arcane schools here in Zelmesca. Even if we did, it probably would have been one of the first places plundered or destroyed in the war, I'm sure. Luckily though, Myanna has taught me a great deal since-" Azade stopped suddenly midstep and looked back over at Elaina indignantly, "You were trying to get me to talk about my mistress all along, weren't you?"

Elaina spread her hands defensively, "No, no!" she exclaimed, though Azade seemed unconvinced.

"I mean maybe a little?" Elaina offered, keeping her posture a little defensive. "But only so far as it pertains to you. I'm not probing for secrets of Mossglade or whatever it is you're protecting. Just getting to know you a bit more."

Azade's brow arched as she slapped her hand on the side of the next tree abruptly and murmured her incantation briefly. Glowing magic passed from her hand and into the tree with Azade not moving her eyes off of Elaina, "Is that so?"

The swordmage stepped closer, "I promise."

Azade shifted her weight to face her fully, leaning back against the tree, her expression suspicious but still a little apprehensive, "You want to get to know me better, hm?"

Elaina's cheeks went a little hotter, and she lowered her hands, offering a small defensive shrug in their place, "Yes, I don't think anything is concealing my interest at this point, is there?"

The phyllomage's eyes twinkled with satisfaction, her lips looking just a little poutier, "No, I suppose there isn't."

"I wasn't looking to give offense. But I suppose I ventured into sensitive territory."

"Not that sensitive," Azade murmured, her head turning to the side as she gazed out into the forest. A lock of her dark hair fell over her face. Elaina couldn't help but be drawn to the mysterious quality the hair gave her when it hung over one eye like that. Much of it was tied back now, but Azade had so much of it that it seemed difficult to contain it all for too long, "You did nothing wrong. I was just a little defensive."

Elaina swallowed hard, drinking in the sight of the woman leaned elegantly against the tree. The light of the moon made her look almost ethereal, and her curves were like a work of art conceived by a master. She didn't know what to say. The moment seemed to have come to a grinding halt, though she was sure this had to have been the last tree that they were using to form the perimeter, so it was perhaps a little lucky that she had managed to wait until now to put her foot in her mouth.

"You could come with us, you know," Azade suggested quietly, "We could use someone like you at Mossglade. You could stay with us... stay with me."

The emphasis that Azade placed on the last word made Elaina's heart ache. A part of her considered the offer to stay with the mysterious estate's beauty. But even if she wasn't on a meandering quest of self-improvement, there were still too many questions about the place that went unanswered. Too much unknown for her to jump in with any confidence about how she was going to land,

"You know I can't." Elaina's voice was soft and pained.

Azade's chest swelled as she took a deep breath, and she gave an almost imperceptible nod, "I know." she whispered, her head turning again to look at Elaina with a bittersweet smile, "But I thought it was worth a try anyway."

Elaina edged a little closer to Azade now, smelling the woman's sweet floral scent plainly now with how close she was to her. The swordmage placed a hand on the other woman's arm and let it run slowly down to her hand, "I am tempted, though. You've been immensely kind to me in such a short time and shown me a thing or two. Things worth considering."

Azade's eyes smiled though her lips did not yet follow suit, "Oh?"

Elaina gave a gentle squeeze of her hand before letting one finger gently caress the back of Azade's, "Of course. Things are different here than where I'm from, and as unexpected as our encounter was at first, I think it was something I desperately needed."

"Desperately needed?" Azade's brows went up, seeming to like the way that sounded, "And what about right now?"

Elaina's brows furrowed a little, "What about right now?"

"Do you desperately need something from me right now?" Azade's eyes turned sultry, and she leaned back against the tree a little more, arching her back as she did, presenting the swell of her chest to Elaina as she pulled her closer.

Elaina's heart leaped despite her surprise at the change in tone, her body starting to warm in the chilly night as her blood began to race. Azade's hand went up to the side of the redhead's face, and she guided her a little closer, their lips now only a breath apart,

"If you won't be staying with me. I want you to leave me with something to remember you by, even if it's but a memory. I want it to be something I have all to myself. Just you and me."

The swordmage felt her heart soar at the possibilities as her trousers seemed to grow a size smaller at the sudden rock hard mass making itself known between her legs. She leaned in and captured Azade's pillowy crimson lips, wasting no time in invading her mouth to savor the soft silken tongue held within. The eyes of the dark-haired woman fluttered closed as she savored the taste of the swordmage, and for a moment, the two of them remained frozen as their tongues danced with one another in their mouths, their bodies pressed up against one another more firmly with each passing moment. Azade's body was soft and had just enough give as Elaina pressed against her that it seemed to be inviting her with every curve it could.

Elaina moaned into Azade's mouth as the woman's hand went down between her legs and rubbed firmly at the bulge she found there. The sword mage's hand slid up the front of the phyllomage to find a place over her left breast, pressing firmly before offering a soft squeeze in reply. Azade's moan mingled with Elaina's within the space of the kiss as their hands continued to grope and rub at each other.

The swordmage was confident that if that had been all it was, she could have probably been satisfied with it. The taste of Azade's tongue and the sweet smell of her filling her nose was pleasant and intoxicating all on its own, but Azade had no intention of leaving it there. She turned her head to one side and then tilted it back so that Elaina's mouth was on her neck. She continued to ease her subtly down the slender curve of her neck while her hand moved from the firmness of the bulge in her trousers and began to work the trousers themselves open now, "I don't want this to be quick," she gasped.

Elaina slid her hand under the woman's shirt to caress the smooth softness of her abdomen, "What do you mean?"

"You," Azade said as she looked down at her hands, getting the trousers open a moment before raising her arms to allow Elaina to pull the shirt up over her head and cast it to one side, the large swell of her breasts barely contained by the lace of her bra, "I need you to last. I want to take my time with you tonight. Can you last the way you did that first night? Is that pretty typical for you?"

Elaina was quicker to remove Azade's trousers, and the dark-haired beauty let them fall to the ground before kicking them along with her boots away from her as if they'd committed some offense. A tone of desperation arose between the pair, and the swordmage couldn't say what its source was. The strange fog in her mind was beginning to creep in at the edges of her perception, making her reason falter and leaving only the singular need to fulfill her desire.

"I... suppose?" Elaina actually hadn't given much thought to it before, and trying to recall her track record on the matter was suddenly and inexplicably quite tricky. Her fingers slid under the hem of Azade's dark lacey panties and slid them free from her hips to be kicked aside along with the trousers.

Azade's brows knit in frustration, "If I suck your cock, are you still going to be able to fuck me after?"

The line of questioning made more sense now to Elaina, and she nodded briefly before Azade pulled her shirt off now, leaving the redhead standing awkwardly for a moment to slide her own trousers off the rest of the way with her boots. Azade's hands went to the top hem of Elaina's bra and pulled it down to expose the pink buds of Elaina's nipples, which would have hardened in the cool air if they hadn't already from the arousal that was quickly overwhelming her.

"Good," Azade said simply, lifting Elaina's breasts to kiss each in turn before settling on the right one to suckle. Elaina's body weakened as Azade drew the nipple into her mouth, her tongue circling the nipple inside before releasing it and repeating. A moan escaped her throat, and the woman spared a hand to slide Elaina's panties off of her hips, freeing the throbbing erection the thin fabric had only barely been managing to contain. It sprang to attention, bobbing slightly with each throb of desire that ran through it.

Her hand clamped down around the shaft of Elaina's aching cock, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh. Azade's lips traveled from the swordmage's breast to her mouth, and Elaina caught a brief glimpse of satisfaction in Azade's eyes before her mouth was invaded once more by the tongue of the phyllomage. Her hand moved along the length of her cock slowly, teasing out a few sighs and groans in the process. She lingered at the tip briefly to let her tongue slide along the glans to the cleft in the front. A bead of precum had leaked from her in her excitement. The kiss was broken as the woman brought the smear of precum to her lips, licking it clean from her thumb, her eyes locked with Elaina's.

"Mm! Gods, you taste good," she whispered hungrily, "The magic in you gives you a unique taste, you know."

Elaina hadn't known that about herself, and it wouldn't be until much later that she would pull any meaning from it, her mind a thickening fog of sexual desire now, obscuring anything beyond fulfilling her need.

"Your eyes," Azade said, her words dripping with thick honey, "I can see it in your eyes, the fog. It sort of glazes them over, like you're drunk."

Elaina gave a nod as if she had been asked a question, though she hadn't. The woman's breath came lightly against her own lips as she savored the look in her eyes. Azade's hand took hold of Elaina's rigid cock once again and gave it a few strokes, savoring the subtle shifts in Elaina's expression as she did. Satisfied with what she found there, her eyes moved away from the swordmage's as she sank down to her knees. The forest floor was soft beneath her as she settled in front of Elaina. Slowly, she pulled her panties down around her ankles and tossed them aside with a single finger.

As much as Azade liked to tease, it was wordless when she took the swollen head of the redhead's flesh into her mouth. Elaina let a groan out as her hips moved forward, sinking the length of her throbbing cock into the soft velvet of Azade's mouth. She took it with practiced ease, down to the hilt, with her nose pressed gently against Elaina for a brief moment. The swordmage could feel the small adjustments that the woman made around her cock, relaxing her throat and sliding her tongue along the underside of it. The same silky tongue slid out beyond her lips and gently probed the base of her shaft, finding the top of her slit and teasing her clit there. It was an expertly performed maneuver that Elaina was certain Azade had done many times before.

When she pulled back, she did so all the way back to the tip, slurping at the end of it as her eyes went up to Elaina, who stared down at her in helpless lustful awe. One of Azade's hands joined her mouth as she went down again, offering two slightly different sensations as counterpoints to each other. Twice more, she rose and fell on her aching flesh, providing it small measures of relief on each stroke, before she began to make little twisting motions with her hand that added yet another element to the attention she paid her.

The swordmage's hands went to the top of Azade's head, steadying herself there for a moment as the woman sucked up and down the throbbing span of her cock with increasing vigor. Two fingers slid into the heat of her pussy, driving up into her knuckle deep before curling and pressing against a spot that triggered another long low groan from Elaina's throat. As Azade sucked counter to the turn of her fist, the other hand was now finger fucking her as well. Elaina felt somehow like she was a beast being milked, helpless to react to the assault on her senses from the waist down. The fingers inside her glided as smoothly as the hand and mouth against her cock. Soon they found their own rhythm together.

Elaina wanted to exist that way forever if she could. With Azade's level of expertise, it was impossible for Elaina not to succumb. The swordmage felt her seed coaxed from her, drained from the rock-hard flesh of her cock unrelentingly. She groaned like an animal, dumping her seed down Azade's throat as the woman held her close. She didn't want Azade to pull away from her as she emptied herself into her. She could feel the flexing of Azade's tongue and throat around the tip of her erect cock as she swallowed each thick spurt of jizz she loosed. When it slowed to a dribble, the phyllomage's head came off the rod of twitching flesh with a bit of a gasp. When her mouth opened, there was still some of Elaina's thick cream in her mouth, stretched thin between the woman's tongue and upper lip.

"Yes!" Azade moaned as if on the edge of orgasm herself, "Wonderful! Such a good start, I think!"

Elaina's vision had blurred a little under the weight of the orgasm sucked right out of her but was coming back into focus slowly now. She hadn't even noticed that at some point during her cock milking, Azade had removed her bra. The woman reared up, spread her large succulent breasts apart, and closed them down around her cock, enveloping them in their pillowy warmth.

"Oh!" Elaina exclaimed, surprised with the immediate follow up to the blow job. Azade's grip on each of her own soft breasts tightened as she pushed them in, creating a much tighter fit for Elaina's cock sandwich between them. With her sensitive prick held firmly between them, Azade began to move the breasts in long strokes, smearing the space inside with the musk of the swordmage's cum.

"How's that?" Azade's eyes burned with a ravenous desire as she looked up at Elaina.

"Really good," Elaina answered weakly, feeling like the response was woefully inadequate. Despite having just ejaculated, she already wanted more, her cock not having lost any of its hardness thanks to Azade's continuous attention.

"Good. Now that we've got the first one out of the way, you should last a good while for me, hm?"

Elaina blinked a few times, lining up the words one after another slowly to make sense of what she had just said before taking a moment to nod briefly in agreement. Azade released her cock after a few more pillowy strokes, letting it throb desperately in the open air as she leaned back. She brought her fingers between her breasts, now splayed out elegantly as her weight shifted. She scraped some of the glaze that had been left there from her skin. Elaina saw her lips moving, speaking words of magic, but she couldn't hear them through the mental fog. With a flick of the woman's wrist, the collected fluid flung to the forest floor beneath her.

There was a shimmer of light between them before they vanished into the loam and a second later, a thick carpet of moss began to expand outward from each point of contact. Elaina felt something bright and clean cut through the fog of her mind as the magic was worked, multiple layers of thick, springy moss forming a soft island of green beneath them in the dark of the forest. Azade crawled backward, laying herself out on the moss as she licked what remained of Elaina from her fingertips as she spread her legs. At her center, her pink slit glistened exquisitely by the soft moonlight filtering through the trees. The last glimmers of the spell faded from sight as the carpet of moss seemed to reach its outer limit, covering a distance of roughly ten or eleven feet from end to end.

"Just a few drops of your cum," Azade explained, "holds enough magic to make all of this."

Elaina took a single step forward, feeling the soft give of the cool moss between her toes, curling them once or twice and smiling. One of the main concerns any mage had with magic was the runoff amount or bleed that came with any working. Spells, rituals, bindings, and every other subtle variation of magical working had some degree of physical or mental effort from its caster and waste created between the caster and the result. Spells were practiced repeatedly and sometimes re-written to reduce this energy waste where possible. If one had a component to work with that provided a boost of raw magic outside of the caster to work from, it was generally considered an ideal way to reduce the caster load. Azade had used the magic in Elaina's own fluids as a component in her spell, getting a higher yield for lower effort.

Elaina realized that to understand this and piece it all together meant that the fog in her mind was no longer as thick. The brightness that had cut through it had allowed her to think and reason again behind her desire. And yet, her passion remained. She wasn't sure how long she would be this clear-headed, but as Azade beckoned to her with one finger, she decided that it didn't really matter. The woman wasn't done with her, and Elaina was not done with her either.