Sex Wizards - Initiation Ch. 10-11

Author's Note: We're getting close to the end now! Thanks for reading, and thanks to the anonymous cementer. I hope you guys hang on to the end, and I hope that it's worth it. This chapter takes a bit of a turn. CW: mentions of rape.

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It's just past dawn, and the mess hall is abandoned. Most of the Crux tend to sleep in on Saturday, so I grab my breakfast and settle at my favorite table by myself. The quiet is peaceful, though I can hear birds chirping from somewhere outside. I plop down one of my ever-growing pile of books and find the place I left off.

I barely make it through a page before Galiva walks into the mess. Though I've noticed a few other early risers, Gal's not usually one of them. She seems agitated as she walks over to a decanter and pours a cup of the nasty black drink she likes so much. As soon as her eyes land on me, her pinched face relaxes. She comes to join me, sitting across from me with a sigh.

"Why are you up so early?" she asks.

"I was used to waking up at dawn before some crazed wizards started fucking me senseless," I say. "Y'all are still fucking me senseless, but I think I've finally adapted."

Galiva chuckles and reaches over to steals an uneaten strawberry from my plate. "Cancassi was practically glowing last night," she says as she takes a bite. "Said you were the most fun they've had casting in awhile."

I can't stop a small laugh and pick up my tea. "Glad they enjoyed," I say. "I had a pretty good time myself."

Galiva sets the strawberry stem back on my plate before picking up her mug. "You know," she says, "I wouldn't normally suggest this for someone just at the end of their first month, but you're a fast learner. I think you might be ready to start casting in a few schools."

I nearly choke, and I cough to clear tea from my throat. "Seriously?" I ask. "That seems like... a lot of responsibility."

"And it is," Galiva says. "But I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think you were ready to experiment. Abjuration is a good school to ease into casting. You've read enough of the theory to at least try."

I let out a low whistle and rub my cheek. Not that I don't like the idea of casting - it just seems like a lot of weight to carry. Besides, I kinda like the spot I've found conduiting.

"You could have someone other than your conduit supervising, if that would make you feel better," Galiva points out.

"Gods, that would make me feel a whole lot better," I say and Galiva chuckles.

"Then I'll be sure it happens," she says. "Cancassi, Olbric and I all have our abjuration mastery. You could cast with one of us while someone else supervises."

"I'd like that," I say, a bubble of excitement forming in my chest. "Maybe once Olbric's back."

Galiva winks. "It's a date then."

I take a sip of tea as Galiva steals another strawberry. "What's got you up this early?"

"Couldn't sleep," she says, but the way she says it tells me that's only a part of it. At my look, she sighs, "I'm worried about Olbric. I don't like that he jumps into these assignments."

"I thought he was being sent away?"

"Arlon never forces anyone go on assignment, but Olbric was happy to sign on for this one," Galiva says. She finishes that strawberry too, though I get a little distracted watching her lips shape around the bright red fruit. "He's a skilled evoker - one of the best we have. But if you ask me, that skill's made him cocky."

Hearing her concern doesn't do anything to help my own. My breakfast settles heavy in my stomach. "He'll be alright," I say, and have to believe it. "He's well equipped."

Galiva gives a small laugh. "You got that right," she says. "His libido rivals yours."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"No," she says, her grin turning sly. "I just think it means that you two are a good match for each other."

I flush to the tips of my ears. I haven't told anyone about me and Olbric's non-casting encounter, but the look she's giving me tells me she already knows. "Olbric's the worst gossip," I mutter.

Galiva laughs and says, "Or you two just did it in full view of the abjuration tower. If it was meant to be a secret, you both did a pretty poor job of it. Between this and the spell you and Cancassi cast in the transmutation yard, you're turning into quite the exhibitionist."

"Or you're a dirty voyeur!" I say and snatch my plate away as she reaches for more of my strawberries. "No fruit for you!" Galiva laughs again and pushes to her feet to gather her own breakfast and I try and fail to rub the blush from my face.

Galiva returns a second later with her own bowl of yogurt and fruit. "What do you have going on today?" she asks. "Still keeping busy?"

I can't stop a laugh. "Guess you could say that. I've got another shot at divination with Margeurite," I say. Galiva makes a face and I can't stop my curiosity this time. "Alright, what's the issue?"

"What issue?"

"The issue with you and Margeurite."

She sighs and picks up a blueberry from the little pile of fruit. "It's ancient history," she mutters. I stay quiet and wait for her to continue. She pops the blueberry into her mouth and sighs. "Look, when I first joined the Crux, I wanted to try divination so bad. Margeurite had just gotten her mastery, and was eager to put me in the silver. Problem is, Margeurite doesn't always realize when she's not in a healthy position to be casting."

Her fingers drum a rhythm against her mug. "She was recovering from a bad cold, but insisted she was fine to cast. I was new and didn't know any better, so I went along with it," she says with a sigh. "She had fixed me up with some toys, and then she sat down and... dozed off while I was in the silver."

"Fucking hell!" Galiva shrugs, and I shake my head. "No! I've been in the silver once, and even I know that's no shrugging matter!"

Galiva gives a small huff of a laugh. "It was an accident," she says. "I still don't know how long I was in it, but it felt like a lifetime. Ever since, I can't go into the silver without panicking."

"Gods damn, I don't blame you."

"It's just... divination was the school I thought I was coming to the Crux for," she mutters and takes a sip of her drink. "Both of my parents are master diviners and being so fucking scared of it feels like... failure."

I don't like seeing her with that look. She stares into her mug with something deeper than disappointment on her face.

"Alright, here's a proposal," I say before my own fluttering stomach can talk me out of it. "You let me cast with you in divination."

Galiva sets her mug down with a thud and looks at me with wide eyes. When she doesn't immediately shoot the idea down, I keep going, and hope I'm not digging myself a deeper hole. "I'll have Margeurite there to supervise. I-I know I'm not experienced, but that only means I'll be even more careful."

Her fingers are busy against the side of her mug, tapping out a rhythm as she thinks. She gives me a searching look as she chews the inside of her cheek, brows furrowed. I can read the fear on her face, the uncertainty.

"Alright," she says at last. "I'll try it."

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Galiva and I head up to Margeurite's casting room together. I knock, and the ovisari is quick to answer. Her smile falters when she sees who I've brought with me.

"Oh," she says. "Hello, Galiva."

"Hey, Margeurite."

I clear my throat. It doesn't do a thing to cut the tension, so I just dive in and tell Margeurite my plan. The ovisari seems less than pleased but it. "Dominai, we are trying to find our missing wizards. We don't have time for adept experiments."

I bristle at that. "Aside from me, have you had any luck?" I ask. It comes out sharper than I mean it to.

Margeurite's ears flatten against the side of her head like an angry cat. Her curious brown eyes won't quite meet mine. She rubs a tired hand over her face. "No," she says, and it's only then I notice how tired she looks. There are dark rings under her eyes, and it sort of seems like she's at that "not in a great place to cast" position.

"How many others can you turn to for tracking them?" I ask.

Margeurite sighs. "Two," she says. "And after a false try each, neither of them will consent to go into the silver again."

"So, we're your best shot, and yet you won't help me try to get Galiva alright with the silver again?" I ask.

Margeurite looks between the two of us before she lets out another long sigh. "Very well," she says at last. "Dominai will cast, and I will supervise. But after, I would still like to put you back in the silver as well. You have been our single source of information so far."

"Deal," I say with a smile. "Thank you."

Margeurite offers a small smile before she opens the door to allow us both in. I take Galiva's hand and give it a squeeze. I can almost feel the nerves radiating off of her. Cancassi had talked me down yesterday, so I hope I can do the same with her.

I help her out of her robe and drape it over the lone chair in the room. "What about being in the silver gets to you?" I ask.

Galiva sighs as she ties her wild mane of hair back. She's quiet for a long moment. "The... inevitability of it," she says at last. "As soon as the silver starts to creep up, I start to get nervous. I know what's going to happen, yet as soon as I'm in it, I feel like I'll never get back out. I forget someone is out here keeping watch."

With her experience, it's a reasonable fear, but maybe there's a way to take the edge off that feeling. Dip a toe into the water before taking the plunge.

Marguerite watches us with her arms crossed over her chest. "When you cast with me, you were able to peel the silver out of my ears and mouth. Can I stop it from covering all of her?" I ask.

Margeurite nods. "The caster can control how much it covers," she says. "But you'll never get a successful spell unless the conduit is fully in it."

"I'm less worried about a successful spell, and more worried about Galiva," I say. Good gods, she's single minded. "I'm don't want to make this harder by trying to get a casting out of it. If it happens, fine. If it doesn't, that's fine too."

I can almost hear Margeurite's indignation, but I see the gratitude on Galiva's face. I smile and put my hands on her shoulders. "So, how's that sound? We get the silver, say, up to your neck, and see how you feel from there."

Galiva looks at the two pillars and lets out a sigh. "I'll try it."

I try not to stare as she undresses. It's a losing fight, and even though I've seen her naked before, it never fails to get my blood hot. Her beautiful brown skin is peppered with darker scars, and when she lifts her shirt, her nipples are a few shades darker still. She eases her trousers down over her curvy hips and a small tuft of black hair curls between her legs. She's not the tallest woman I've ever met, but even naked, she holds herself like a queen.

Finally, she lifts her multi-strand necklace from around her neck and sets it on her discarded clothes. When she raises her eyes to and looks at me, I can see how nervous she is. But above that, I see trust, and it sends a thrill of excitement through me.

I beam at her before I take her hand and guide her between the pillars. I kiss her cheek and give her shoulders a squeeze. "I'll be right here."

Margeurite comes up behind me and says, "Put your hand on the pillar."

I step away and lift my hand to the smooth stone. It tingles under my fingertips, and every hair on me stands to attention. The colors that skitter through the stone concentrate around my fingers and ripple out like disturbed water.

"Now, just focus on it, and guide it," she says.

I swallow and feel the lap of the energy under my touch. It's like holding a sloshing bucket of water. I test the weight of it, and try to figure out how it moves. As I twist my fingers against the pillar, it starts to cooperate. The silver pours out of the bottom of the stone and pools around Galiva's feet, sloshing up her ankles. It's no slow, easy creep like what Margeurite had with me. "Sorry, I'll get the hang of it," I promise and Galiva chuckles.

And I do after a minute. I go slow, letting it slide up her calves and over her knees. I watch her face, but it isn't until it starts to creep up her arms that she tenses. I slow it down the second she does. She gives me a grateful smile before taking a deep breath and letting her eyes slide closed again. The uncovered part of her shoulders relax, and she lets the silver support her instead of contain her.

Only then do I let the creep continue. Galiva's eyes stay closed, her face calm. I stop it the second it covers her shoulders and smile. "How do you feel?" I ask.

She leans her head back like she's lounging in a chair. "Alright," she says.

"Can I do anything? Move you a little to make you more comfortable?"

She chuckles and wrinkles her nose. "I swear, as soon as I can't scratch it is when my nose starts to itch."

I reach out with my free hand and give it a good scratch. Galiva sighs. "Thanks."

"Any time."

For a moment, I just let her sit, though I can't help but let my fingers wander. I glide my hand over her skin, and am surprised that the silver turns a little translucent. I can see her skin underneath, like the silver is just a dusting instead of a barrier. She sighs as I trail my fingers up her hip and over her chest. Her nipples are hard, and I give the one I can reach a little pinch to perk it up.

"Not gonna lie, I've thought of a whole lot of ways I'd like to cast with you," I say. "And this is pretty great so far."

Galiva chuckles and says, "Living up to the fantasy?"

Maybe Olbric's rubbing off on me, because I say, "It'll be better when I can get my tongue in you."

I'm rewarded with her little hiccup of surprise. "Oh I see," she says, but there's a noticeable smolder in her voice now. I pinch her nipple again and she bites her lip.

"Do you think you're ready to go without your ears?" I ask. "I'll take it out to check with you before I do anything else."

Galiva sighs and rolls her neck. "Right," she says. "I think I'm ready."

I smile and go slow. It's a little trickier to do than the steady creep, but I manage to split the silver and slide it around her head like a muff. It holds her in place, but she can still see and speak. I give her a wordless thumbs up and she smiles.

"Can I let go of it?" I ask.

"Yes," Margeurite says. "It stays where it is when you aren't touching it. Your control is admirable for a first-timer."

I take my fingers off of the pillar. "I just hope this helps."

Galiva watches me with heavily lidded eyes. I smile and cup her cheek, running my thumb under her eye before I kiss her. She relaxes under me as I explore her mouth with my tongue before dragging her lower lip through my teeth. When I pull away, I recognize that glazed sort of surrender on her face. It sends a thrill through me to see it.

My hands move to her chest, and when I touch her, it's like the silver isn't even there. Her skin is warm and pliant under my finger. I kiss my way down her neck and am rewarded with a gentle little shiver. I nip across her chest until I find one of those perky brown nipples. I roll my tongue around it and look up to see her eyes closed as she bites her lip.

All good signs, then. I reach up and pull the silver away from her ear. "Doing alright?"

"Great," she says, a little breathless.

I smile and nip the skin of her tit lightly. "Ready to go without sight?"

Galiva takes a second, making sure. "Yeah. I think I'll be alright," she says.

I smile and reach out to touch the pillar again. "I'm right here," I promise before I put the silver back over her ear. I twist it so the silver crosses her eyes. It covers the top part of her head, but leaves her mouth free to stop. It's enough to constrict movement though - she won't be able to budge her head now.

The nerves start to creep over her face again, but I catch her lips to remind her I'm still here. My hands stroke down her sides, tickling gently before I find my way between her legs. She lets out a quiet moan as I slide a finger between her folds, but don't press in yet. I just tease her for a bit, exploring the shape of her. When I close my mouth over her other nipple, her moans gets a little louder.

I keep my fingers busy until her slit is wet before I pull the silver out of her ear. "Still alright?"

"Yes," she gasps, and I can't stop a smile. There's no fear in her voice. Just a yearning that I think I can fulfill.

I kiss her deeply before I ask, "Can I put you all the way in? How does a minute sound to start?"

"Why can't you just keep doing what you're doing?" she says, a whine pitching her voice.

I chuckle and kiss her again. "I'll do whatever you want me to."

She takes a breath to calm herself down. Even with the silver covering half of her face, I can see her thinking. One minute can feel like a lifetime, but maybe it'll be a good one. "Alright," she says. "One minute."

I smile against her cheek. "You're incredible," I say before I let the silver fill her ear again. I touch the pillar and make sure to go slow as the silver spreads out to cover the rest of her face. I watch as it pools in her mouth, parting her lips. The silver closes fully around her before lifting her a few inches from the ground, suspending her between the pillars. A muffled gasp makes it out from behind the gag, and I put a hand on her chest to calm her down, fingers stroking down her collar.

"It's alright," I mutter, even though I know she can't hear me. "You're alright."

I keep a silent count as I feel her relax, watch her breathing even out. I smile and trace my fingers down her stomach before sliding between her legs again. A muffled little groan comes from her, and I echo it when I feel how wet she is. I gently rub that little button between her legs, though I keep my fingers just shy of entering her until the minute is up.

When I take the silver from her mouth and ear, she's panting. "I'm alright," she says before I can even ask.

I chuckle. "It can be pretty fun, right?"

Galiva gives a small, breathless laugh. "With you doing that thing with your fingers, it certainly is," she says.

I smile and catch her lips again. "Do you want to keep going?"

Galiva takes a few deep breaths before she answers. "Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Pride swells my chest. "How long do you want to go?"

Galiva thinks on that for a little longer. "Let's try ten to start."

"As you wish," I say before I let the silver fall back into place. I smile and look back at Margeurite. She has an odd look on her face as she watches me. "You're alright?"

Margeurite snaps to attention and gives a small smile. "I'm fine," she promises. "You are very attentive with this. It seems to come natural to you."

I flush a little at the praise as I circle behind Galiva, keeping my hand on her. "I'm just walking her through it like you did with me," I say and glance over Galiva's shoulder. "You set a good example."

Marguerite's serene smile flickers out, but she stays quiet. I rub Galiva's shoulders gently and am rewarded with a quiet, muffled groan. "Is there anything specific I should do while casting?" I ask.

"You're doing well so far," she says. "Divination is a slow sort of worship. Explore her. See what gets a reaction and indulge it, but not for too long. The silver has a way of letting you know when they're getting close and when it's time to let them finish." A sly smile spreads over her face. "I also brought some items I was planning on using on you, but you can get a sneak peak at them."

I smile at that possibility even as I carefully push Galiva's legs apart. She lets out a muffled squeak that sounds more like surprise than fear. I squeeze the curves of her ass gently and use the silver to my advantage to spread her cheeks apart and admire the view.