Didn't you think it was odd? You forgot about your last class, and suddenly had an urge to test to see if your rings still existed. Straight afterwards you forgot the exact incantation, and throughout the entire class you and Sharon seemed to be invisible to the teacher, no matter what Sharon did to you. How much do you really think was chance, and how much do you think was my magic? Seraph said as Narissa walked along. It was obvious that she was angry at him, and was in fact trying to get some control over the situation. She skipped most of the flowers, looking for the more complex ones. That was actually a fairly good plan, although it did mean that the first flowers Narissa activated would be sexual and would attack her.

At least that would have been the case if the cat hadn't decided to jump off the black skinned student's head. It landed amidst a patch of four leafed clover, and when it activated a small man dressed in green appeared and did a little dance as the cat ran back to Narissa and effortlessly climbed her to regain it's perch on her head. The man vanished, but it did reveal that the cat was no doubt going to cause trouble for Narissa by activating flowers on it's own.

Soon Narissa would notice the flowers were growing more and more complicated. Four options seemed to present themselves. A purple rose bush, a silver daisy, a deep blue tulip, and a pure white sunflower that turned to face Narissa. These four flowers were far more complex than any Narissa had seen earlier, and one of them did in fact contain a part of the spell required to use the portal in the heart of the garden.

A glare and a groan was all he would get from her as she didn't bother responding to the facts he rolled off his tongue. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her full irritation from what now on hindsight seemed so blindly obvious now. Her eyes focused on the many flowers around her. The many around her now nothing but a pinch of mana being held in them. She skipped from these ones. A few yards ahead she began seeing a larger bundle of mana near the flowers as she headed towards them, the cat suddenly darting off her head as she jumped at it. "What the heck!?"

The ruby cat made it into a clover patch when a plume of a male came out of the shrubbery and danced before them as the cat seemed startled and hurried back up her destroyed outfit. "Ow!" If it hadn't jumped to her skirt, rather than clawing its way up she'd be a lot more bloodied. 'Stupid cat' she glared as the parlor trick disappeared. "Try it again and see what happens. " she said at the cat. If curiosity go it off her head, she'd have to make the most of it next time. She'd have to see if a mana bubble could block the damned thing.

Moving on she continued as she soon found the mana patch she had been looking for. Blinking, she turned her mana sight off as she saw the complex flower grove around her. They all looked like something of an everyday flower, if it weren't for a certain hue they had created.

'A sun flower . . .. tulip, daisy, or purple rose. . . Which one should I try?' She had a good idea that at least all of these were alot more mana infused than the outer rim of the garden. But which was the one she should try first. Then again . . .

'Which one looks safest?' A rose was something of a love item . . .far from any situation here on this island and a popular flower back at home. She knocked that one off her list. Tulips were next to go, simply because she really liked that flower. Daisies were last as she stared at the white sunflower. Her train of thought could best be with how she was trying to deal with this puppeteer. No doubt his garden would try to attract those unwary enough to get close . . .So she'd have to go with the lesser . . . even though she knew her plan of thinking could still fail. It was worth a try.

Reaching her hand out, she touched the sun flower, waiting for the activation to bubble out.

Seraph chuckled as Narissa tried to hide just how irritated she was at him as he pointed out what now seemed obvious. The cat's actions didn't help her mood, even without considering the way it used it's claws to climb her rather tattered uniform. Those claws scratched Narissa's skin as the ruby cat climbed, although almost straight away Narissa would feel the claw marks tingling and her body healed the scratches up within a second or so of them occurring. Seraph didn't want to actually hurt Narissa, or hurt her body at least. Apart from installing a high level of curiosity in the ruby cat he let it do it's own thing, and for the moment it remained lying down on Narissa's head, still startled by the little man dressed in green who had appeared dancing.

As Narissa reached the four flowers, and paused to consider her options, Seraph watched. All four had something that was designed to arouse her, or otherwise create stimulation. When she reached out and touched the flower it activated, the spell unfurling before her eyes. If she had mana sight on when she touched the flower she would see the spell take shape, although what it did remained a mystery until it had fully activated. A warm sensation spread throughout Narissa's body, as if something warm was pressed tightly against her. Her breasts and crotch in particular felt heat press against them, as if warm hands were gently rubbing them. Fortunately, at least to Narissa, it didn't cause her nipple rings to activate. But it would cause her pleasure, and it had given her no clues about the portal. One of the other flowers was the one that had the clue.

A gasp overcame her as she held her arms around her, clenching her legs together as she felt an onslaught of warmth touch her. "Huh?" She activated her mana sight to see what was happening . . .and just as she did it all seemed over. It felt like a summer breeze had hugged her entire body, breaking back the chill of the night.

Looking around her, she found, to her gratefulness, nothing else seeming to have happened. Although the warmth didn't seem to fall away from her, it did keep her body comfortable and it didn't activate her rings. 'Looks like nothing happened almost . . . And no vortex or portal showed up,' she thought, only a little disappointed. 'I guess it would be silly to think I would get it on the first try,' she thought to herself as she looked around her. So far, Seraph had showed no signs of showing himself and she didn't know whether to take that as a blessing or a curse. The garden itself offered no direct trail to him either, like how she found him last. The whole GARDEN had his mana around, some areas more so than less.

"Well, I guess that means back to the drawing board." Looking back to the flowers, she kept her mana sight activated just in case anything peculiar happened as her fingers plucked at the silver daisy.

Seraph watched as Narissa seemed rather confused about the effects of the sunflower, it didn't seem so bad ... at least initially. But this was a spell that did not fade away, and ever so slowly Narissa would start to feel warm hands sliding over her body, caressing her smooth dark skin. Those hands became more solid with each passing second, and as she reached for the next flower what had started out as 'blob's of heat started to refine themselves into actual proper hands.

This spell still being active was made worse when the silver daisy activated. Like the earlier plant it offered no clues as to how to control the portal that Narissa intended to try and escape by. Instead it simply broke up into streams of silver that spiraled their way up Narissa's outstretched arm before forming into a spiral pattern around both of your breasts. As the 'hands' created by the sunflower continued to stroke your body the cool silver 'string' started to tighten and relax against both of your breasts.

Her hands kept brushing away as her side, the small tatters of her blouse seemed to bother her with the new spell, as if a wind was blowing and it tickled her side. Here mana sight showed the magic building within the bud, it fascinating her as she began to feel her skin irritated more, like a bug? Looking away from the flower, Narissa gasped as she saw what appear to me solidified mana sliding up and down her sides, under the tatters of herblouse. While one was circling around her stomach and going towards her back, she felt another hiking up her skirt as it went up and down on her thigh.

"What? What are you doing, Seraph?!"

Even with the flower's remote difference from Seraph that she noted earlier, the shock still gave her a jump once she felt the 'palms' of the mana rubbing with the same warmth of before. But attention was something she would soon learn was needed at all times while in this garden as the second flower activated. Just as she considered to put out a mana bubble to see if it would repel the hands, after all they were pure mana, her arms were seized.

"What the-?!" Traveling up her arms like two snakes, a flash of silver was the only thing she caught before they settled themselves in a spiral like pattern around her breast. "Crap!" Holding her hands over her rings automatically, it surprised her when her 'assailants' only settled to chill her breast, tightening and loosening in an unknown pattern as a shiver went down her spine. Together with the hands, it served as a capably;e distraction as she panted to get her bearings again.

'This . . .. . isn't . .. too bad.' she thought, trying to ignore the lecherous mana sliding up and down her body as the silver coils remained stationary and tightening around her breast. But that didn't change the fact that she didnt feel comfortable with exposing her breast again . .But the third flower would need to be grasped nonetheless . . .

Seraph decided to actually respond to Narissa's question, although his answer was probably just going to irritate her. What am I doing? Watching you as you activate some flowers and wondering if you realise your body has a time limit, even if I have not specified one. Don't you remember just how aroused your body became during our first meeting? While the mana in the air here isn't as full of raw power as it was then, it still exists. Spend too long here, and your mind will start to only be capable of thinking about pleasure. Of course, many of the flowers from the point you are at onwards will ... complicate your attempts to resist having your mind reduced to such a state.

As if proving what Seraph had just said the 'hands' on Narissa's body had become something similar to a lovers caress, or rather a group of lovers. Six hands stroked her soft skin, one gently stroking her lower lips. They avoided the chocolete skinned student's breasts, but the fact they were being constantly squeezed and released by the silver cord ensured that Narissa was recieving stimulation from them as well.

This was turning out to be a very entertaining occasion. Even if it was still in the prelude. Seraph had been feeling his anticipation grow, his desire to take Narissa and use her lovely body again. But he had promised to stand back and watch, and he would do so until her mind was in a pleasure filled haze.

Her face began to go flush as she heard his words. Even now as these bonds of mana were molesting her he was watching?! One caresses had reach her nether lips, pressing against her panties as she shouted in surprise. One of her hands left her breast as she tried to grab at the 'hand,' only to forget no actual hand was there as it slowly began rubbing her entrance.

"Nng, I . . . I can take it." Breathing hard, she wouldn't deny that the effects were effecting her, already feeling her labia beginning to moisten at the 'touch.' But with every stroke or rub, it only fueled her to want to finish this as quickly as possible. "I can take it . . . to get out of here." Pulling away her free hand from her core, she lifted the hand to the final flower's bud. 'I have a secret weapon that can help me if that time nears . . .' she thought to herself as her fingers touched the petals of the tulip, her Sight still on.

Seraph chuckled again at Narissa's blushing cheeks and her shout of surprise as the 'hands' wandering over her body had brought on to her panties. She put on a brave show, claiming she could fight the sensations. But Seraph knew better, her labia starting to moisten ever so slightly as the 'hand' stroked against her entrance. Her hand reached out and touched the tulip, and as she did so Seraph chuckled again. He let her hear the chuckle, he wanted her to know that he was going to enjoy watching this. That fact probably meant she would not like it one bit.

That suspicion was proven as the spell activated. It contained nothing useful to her activation of the portal, and instead two of the petal's reformed into streams of ice which rapidly expanded towards your nipple rings. It froze onto them, and as it did so they both activated. The Ice hardened, and became nearly unbreakable until it melted a bit under the heat. The final flower was just out of your reach if you strained to reach it.

By the way, once the last flower is active all the other's effects will fade after a few seconds. Seraph commented, letting Narissa know how she could stop what was happening to her, and teasing her with that being just out of her reach, no matter what she tried.

The laughter filled her with foreboding, suddenly wishing she hadn't touched the petals as the sound reverberated through the forest. It had only taken a few seconds for her to see how the mana covering the flower had suddenly began compressing into themselves to harden . . Then shot out! She never even had time to jump away before the sudden bite of ice held steady at her nipples.

"AH! C-c-cold!" But it was much worst than the first sensation she had realized as the 'hands' had continued their molestations uninhibited as her senses doubled. "Aah!" She writhed, grabbing on to the horizontal icicles as she suddenly realized her rings had been activated. Her legs threaten to buckle under her as she felt again the lecherous fingers at her entrance as her back arched as she let out a cry. Each tiny sensation on her body had doubled to her, their once only bothersome touch had turned sensually invigorating as she began feeling her lips growing slicker with her own juices as they tingled with arousal.

Hearing his words, she struggled to keep her eyes opened, from blocking everything that wasn't the sensations, her eyes looking for the final flower: The very first one she avoided before. She took away one hand that steadied itself on the ice, ignoring the bite and chill it was giving her nipples as she reached for the rose. If they all disappeared now it would be more than efficient for her to get away. Grunting as she reached over, locked in with her rings to the ice, she gasped when her fingers fell just short of the flower.

"S-serpah! You .. . you, ah!" Her molesters continued. Without the final flower being available, they resumed al l the more as her face grew flush. "AaaH! J-just a little more," she tried to encourage herself, reaching to the flower, her inner thighs beginning to wetten with her nectar.

Seraph watched as Narissa reacted to his laughter, suddenly wishing she hadn't touched the flower. She had obviously learnt that the things Seraph found entertaining she definetly did not. Well at least in her normal state of mind she didn't. It would take some work, just like the work the 'hands' were doing to her now as she stretched and strained herself trying to reach the last flower and free herself from this torment.

Of course she couldn't, the flower she had tapped ensuring that. It held her in place, it triggered the two rings that sent her body wild, and so Seraph watched as her newly hyper sensitive body reacted to the 'hands' caressing her. The mana forming the 'hands' focused even more, and instead of six hands thirty individual fingers danced and slid across smooth dark skin, gently rubbing against the nerves underneath. Two of those fingers rubbed across Narissa's entrance as the passage became wetter and wetter, and as your clit became exposed another finger started to rub that as a fourth slipped inside you and slowly moved deeper and deeper into your passage, sliding along smooth inner walls as they were coated with juices.

This continued for a few seconds before you were saved, in what was the first helpful action, by the cat. It gathered itself on the student's head and pounced at the fourth and final flower. As the flower unfurled she would see a teleportation pattern inside it, something so different to the rest of the spell. The spell faded, and for a moment nothing happened. At least visibly. Behind Narissa two whips, made of purple silk, formed, and each one lashed out once across her rear before all of the flower's spell faded and the cat regained it's seat on top of her head.

It had been an entire manic moment as she gave a rolling moan. Before she collapsed, her back curling in from the arch it had bent when the whips had hit her, hugging her over excited body as the orgasm shook her, her hair sweeping beneath her as she gasped for air back. For a long moment, she laid there motionless as the cat made seating at the side of her head. Her inner thighs were coated with her own cum, pussy still quivering randomly from how filled they were, her clit aching barely slowing down. But that wasn't what she found her mind thinking of.

THe pattern that last flower had unfolded, once the cat had jumped at it . . . an image or the way the mana churned was very different than what she had seen before. 'was. . .that it?' she thought, propping herself up on her shaky elbows as she stared at the blossomed flowers, focusing on the last. It had to be.

She felt herself, running her hand between the valley of her breast and towards her naval. She was hoping she would have been able o use this idea and technique later . . . But it had become more dire as she took a moment of breath. Outwardly, it looked as if she had yet to collect herself, but anyone with mana sight could see how her channels were slowly shifting within her, coiling and flexing within her before she opened her eyes again. Standing up finally, she took to her feet again, looking slightly less bothered by the mana around her and her 'time limit.'

'I'll show you . . .'

<sorry about the delay>

Seraph watched with a smile as Narissa came from the sensations she was suffering, from the spells normally dormant inside her nipple rings amplifying everything her body felt. The fingers formed of shadow stroking her soft skin, and pushing into her tight channel, the strands of silver constricting around her breasts as her nipples were surrounded by cold ice. Her lower lips trembled in the after effects of her orgasm, her juices dripping onto the floor. And yet despite all those sensations Seraph could see her attention and mind was not on the bliss, but rather on the spell that had unfurled in front of her. It made sense, Narissa hadn't broken yet, and still wanted to escape. As good as the pleasure had felt it was something she could still fight.

Seraph watched with curiosity at Narissa's actions, smiling when he realised that she had used polarities to reduce the mana's effect on her. He could also 'hear' the thought that went along with the technique, and decided to try and taunt her for it. Very smart move Narissa, and what were you intending to show me? I have already seen your body and I know full well what it is capable of. I'm looking forward to seeing just what you intend to show me, Witch.

Seraph continued to watch as Narissa approached the plant of life, a bright vibrant moss that covered most of the path with the exception of a few stepping stones that were left bare. As Narissa approached Seraph let her have a warning, a vision, of the fate of another student who had come to the garden. Narissa would 'see' a pretty Asian student with short black hair walking along the path in front of her. She would see the student, not really watching where she was going, step on the moss. She would see the moss grow at a rapid rate, covering the stunned student's body before she even had a chance to scream, and drag her to the ground. Next her vision would change to that of the student's. She would see, and even feel, hundreds of tiny roots stroking every inch of her skin. Would feel them teasing at her cunt, ass and mouth. Within moments four small thin roots slipped inside the student's cunt, and Narissa would feel ever sensation. Seraph cut the spell, and suddenly Narissa would be back to standing on the path before the flower of life. She would know what would happen if she slipped, if she so much as grazed the moss. Now it would be time to see if she could avoid doing so and get across all twelve stepping stones.

Even with what she thought was a clever move, Narissa was frustrated with how easily he threw back her efforts into what appeared to be futile. "It's called a sense of dignity," she mumbled to herself, still not giving him the satisfaction of the view of her breast as she kept her arms over them. She wouldn't let him get to her, too much at least. She'd show that she could overcome this and that she wasn't as meek or weak as before. That little ploy he pulled earlier not defeating her gave her that little bit of extra courage she knew she'd need. Looking back on the blossomed flowers, she turned ahead of her, where deeper the forest would take her and, hopefully, to the next flower she needed to leave it.

Her steps were quiet as the soles of her shoes were cushioned by the rich grass, giving off a desolate feel around her. If not for the constant reminder of his mana pressing around her thin barrier, it would almost be too easy to drop her guard entirely. But what she saw next did nothing more than put it back up. Up ahead the path seemed to be lost as moss covered the way in front of her, save for several stepping stones. If it wasn't for the mana that was practically seeping within the moss, she might have mistaken it for regular vegetation. The vision came without warning as she suddenly found someone walking forward from besides her.

"How the? Wait! Don't go there!" 'She' raised her hand to the Asian girl, only to find it go through her. She wasn't real. 'It's like I'm watching something rewinded from this place.'

She she watched as the student carelessly stroll over the moss and within seconds it grabbed at her ankle, staring down in horror as the moss began engulfing her leg and waist without warning. Narissa felt her body jolt as she was suddenly 'grabbed' into the student's perspective. Narissa mentally screamed as she found herself encapsulated beneath the moss with no inch to spare as a feeling of claustrophobia seeped into her. There wasn't an inch of her skin or any orifice on her body that was spared as she felt her body tickled and teased with the leafy textures. A scream left her as she felt something penetrating her, the moss around her keeping her in place from even moving her hips away before she found herself standing again, away from the moss, her body in hot sweats. Her eyes looked to where she 'felt' herself pulled into . . . . And there was the proof of it and reality. Just where she saw the girl walking earlier, was a mass of moss, thrumming with internal movement . . . .Narissa turned off her mana sight, not needing to see the girl's life form still lusciously tormented inside.

"I . . . can't make a mistake on this one."

Looking over the steps, she saw how she would most definitely have to stretch her long shapely legs from one step to the other. . . but none of hem looked impossible . . . It was just a matter of not repeating what the Asian girl did . . .So she hoped.

"I . . . can't make a mistake on this one."

Seraph chuckled at that, his magic letting Narissa hear him as he did so. Actually it would be quite easy to make a mistake here ... and don't worry too much about it. The flower of life can only hold student's for about a week before they grow boring and I teleport them back to their room. He was enjoying himself immensely. Taunting and teasing, testing and arousing, all of it was brilliant entertainment for the fallen angel. An excellent prelude to what would be the primary entertainment for today, when Narissa finally broke down and he started fucking her. This helped build the anticipation, and promised to make the main event that much more entertaining.

As long as one didn't lose their nerve getting past this would be easy. Narissa would have to stretch to reach each rock, and would have to be careful that she didn't lose her balance. But the flower of life itself could not do anything to try and stop her unless she touched it. The stones remained exactly where they were, and nor did the moss even try to grow over the stepping stones.

Oh, and I would advise against taking too long. If the flower of life senses that there is a new source of energy nearby it will grow until it catches it, and then you might find yourself trapped in the outer ring of the garden until your mind shatters from the mana.