Collegium Ars Magica Ch. 01

"Yes, Matrion." he groaned and instantly deep, roiling waves of orgasmic energy rippled through his body from the epicenter of her palm.

"I'm glad; I appreciate knowing that I have been perceived as clear by those I am doing my utmost to advise and direct to the best of my ability and persistence. Perhaps my clarity may in some way eventually inspire your own, Neophyte Sarsindahl. Those of you who have already figured out how to put your robes on by yourselves shall now sit and commence eating."

The ravenous Novitium, minus Eriad, quickly knelt on their cushions and began plunging warm, steamy wedges of yeasty flatbread (which had been relentlessly luring them all into anticipatory salivation thru the duration of Matrion's lecture) into the selection of rich, luxuriantly savory sauces and spreads arrayed at the center of the table. Moans and groans of delight issued forth from the frenzied feeding.

"Neophyte Sarsindahl," Matrion whispered wetly into his ear as her warm hand gently, rhythmically squeezed his testicles thru his sensitive sac, his orgasm continuing to pulse within him, "would you enjoy a practical demonstration offered by myself personally on 'any particular protocol to be observed in dressing and disrobing'?"

"There is not a doubt in my mind that I would very much enjoy that Matrion, yet I surmise that this is not an appropriate occasion to indulge in such a tempting opportunity as I have previously been well advised and directed by yourself to dress myself and eat quickly in preparation for our imminent journey, and I believe I've already spent more time than is prudent engaging in idle speculations and curiosities. But...I'd appreciate a raincheck."

"My Word, you are cheeky...and surprisingly proficient." She chuckled then gingerly nipped at his earlobe before briefly brushing her full lips over it. "You did very well by Neophyte Stenda today; it has been witnessed and noted, and for that you will have your raincheck."

As she eased back from his body, his orgasm ebbed into Matrion's retreating hand and Eriad gazed down in amazement to find his subdued sex hanging flaccid yet gloriously plump, with no trace of ejaculate visible on either of them.

"I advise you to make the best use of your remaining time," Matrion offered as she turned her back to him and sauntered toward the curtain that opened to the Central Plaza. Eriad's eyes raptly followed the sway of her full, rounded hips and the rolling of her wide, lush bottom beneath her sedate, silky, grey Magisterial robe while slowly slipping first his right then his left arm into the soft, billowy half-length sleeves of his own less elegant garment, crossing the front panels right over left to close it into a knee length tunic, pulling the opposite ends of the wide sash snug around each other, and doubling them back into an elegant square knot precisely centered over his navel, just as Matrion reached the curtain and paused, turning back to smile at him.

"Perfectly timed and executed," she remarked just as Patrion parted the central seam of the curtain and whisked past her without a word, striding purposefully directly at Eriad. His face was unusually, excessively animated.

"Oh, at last...there you are! Thank Grace you are already ready, Neophyte Sarsindahl! Excellent timing indeed! Come follow me quickly; there is an extremely significant matter that requires you expert consideration at once. The rest of you, finish eating quickly, we have only," he lifted his right wrist to his face, pulling back his long sleeve to squint at a tattooed miniature sundial displayed there, "very little time left before the Shuttle's departure! But don't rush on my account...Neophyte Sarsindahl! Hurry up, let's go!" he rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and jerked his head back toward the other side of the curtain before he turned and disappeared back through its dark, velvety folds.

Eriad sighed and trotted after him, catching the wry, half-lidded, slight smile on Matrion's face as he passed by her on his way thru the curtain.

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