She whimpered, closing her eyes tights as her body began to respond in kind. Her nipples stood out from her breast, open and willing for them to receive the attention of him. His mouth, his hands, it mattered not as she arched into his touch. Her clothes felt too hot, her own fingers helping to pull them aside to stop any interruption from distracting him from their true goal. Her mouth hung open when his fingers found her slick lips, her body twitching at such a sensitive area being at the center of this show.

She rotated her hips into his finger, desiring, needing him to go deeper, to go harder. She sighed pleasurably when he pulled away, before a moan of a pout left her lips. She devoured the kiss hungrily, off-handedly thinking if she was the one needing this more or not. When he began to lower, she gasped, freezing on the spot, unsure of what he meant or intended.

"Edgar . . . Surely you wouldnNnNOo oOO!"

Apperantly, he would.

Her head dropped back as she clenched her opening, the feeling sensational as his tongue maneuvered her sex. She gasped, never feeling something like this before in her memory as she lazily lapped at his fingers.

Very patient. He was not concerned about Jenna, the orcs, troll or werewolf at that moment. No he had waited a long time for this and he was going to enjoy every second of it. It had been his motive to make her feel good, to secretly or perhaps no so secretly to weigh in here about staying with him, in letting him come with her.

His tongue drew patient circles around her labia then against he slit of her sex tasting those juices as his finger was sucked.

His tongue curled up as it stabbed into her wriggling back and forth as he made that plunge into that passage. She was damp and the sweet taste rolled over his tongue as he twirled his tongue in a chaotic fashion inside her.

Removing the finger from her lips his hand sets over one of the orbs that she worked to expose his fingers sweeping over her, against her as those fingers press into her silky skin as hey caress her as his tongue continues to go to work against her.

IN truth, she had forgotten much of the danger as well, her mind central and focused on the here and now in front of her. There was no thoughts of if he was simply using this opportunity to handle any second agenda or take advantage. But here and now, she would get what she wanted, her memories.

She wanted her memories to show, to reveal how they were together. To stop withholding what was taken from her by Rhodes. And little by little, as she grinded her opening into his mouth, she felt like she was in control, taking it away from Rhodes as she let out a moan of pleasure into the night air, unabashed by the chance of anything or one hearing. Her breath hitched when his tongue twisted, making her feel impossibly high as she shuddered. Her thighs were clamping over him now, her hand clamping over his that held on to her breast.

It was wondrous. She wanted to give him everything, her all and mind as she gyrated in consensus with his hungry mouth, feeding him more of her juices as it leaked from her arousal.

Aegir had debated on granting her a memory. Of course he had pondered just how much of that memory he wanted to keep vague or if he wanted to make this a vivid one.

She had given I, acquiesced to the terms of their arrangement so he had no need in making this worse for her. Besides he could easily ruin the moment that she had built up.

Her mind may have been in a faraway place by his own doing but it was his hand that she grasped, his head that her legs encircled. His tongue moved within the tight sheath of her body, his mind entering her own as he increased her arousal steadily and monitored her responses to pleasure allowing her to feel a little more as he went to work, a hand lowering to find the hood or her clit as he encouraged it to make an appearance so that he could pinch it between his thumb and forefinger rolling it back and forth.

She moaned, eyes near rolling to the back of her mind as she rolled out her arousal for him, needing him to know how much she needed this, for it to mirror and rise up with his. She cried out, her release so near as it suddenly tumbled over her, her orgasm.

But he was far from down.

The grass from beneath from delicious against her back as she was lifted into his mouth, his hand suddenly finding that hood that was so ready and open to him, no hint of shyness to be seen. She gasped as that knot grew tighter and tighter inside of her, threatening to snap her whole mind open as she panted, calling, cooing Edgar's name, again and again, egging him on.

Aegir took advantage in the real world, Narissa's body responding o the stimuli that he provided. He did no always insert himself into the mind of a victim like this but it wasn't rare that he did so either.

Edgar's tongue traced around her, then in her, that moisture collected on his tongue as he forces her clit to make a showing. Infusing it with attention he assails her senses and sensing that she is close Edgar stops, pressing a final kiss to her engorged clit as his hands peel those ebony legs from about him before sliding back up her body, his features hovering over hers.

“I'm going to put it in now, OK?”

She felt herself worked up, her entire body alive with sensation, every inch of her skin alive under his touch. She was certain there was no other placed she'd rather be than here. Her snatch quivered at the thoroughness of his appendage. Never had she been so glad to just give in. When he stopped, she caught her breath, opening her eyes, not realzing it had been shut.

She blinked in question at him, giving a small "o" when she realized what he meant. Loking down between them, she looked at his girth, giving a small gulp as she gave an ok.

Aegir could sense in her mind her surrender in this instant. It was not hard, nor did it take much effort but she had earned this little treat by giving in. Perhaps later she may be ashamed or confused by this, what it could actually be like if she did not fight against him or perhaps he was in a rare mood given what he had done at the mountain before.

But she could wonder about that later, he mused to himself that she may not adhere to getting her chopsticks out so quick! But he carried on with his ordeal as Edgar positioned himself above her.

His throbbing manhood showed just how much he had wanted this as his lips descend against her lips flowing down her neck, his tongue swirled about her nipple before he took the teet in his mouth sucking against the soft flesh as he pushed inside her that warm erection throbbing inside her.

Twisting his hips he grinded his length against her as is swept inside that passage carving out a place for himself in that blessed heat as their bodies came together in that moment.

She steadied her breath, preparing for the entrance his member would make inside of her.

Now she had really hoped that they had done this before recently, or this just might hurt!

The kiss distracted her, giving her sweet sensations all over as he cascaded his affectionate lips to her chin, her cheeks, the nape of her neck. The rise of her collar bone was not ignored either, his lips rewarding him with the sound of a new weak spot that she wasn't aware of. Her back went alight when his suckles had reached there, sending life through her limbs.

Legs suddenly crossed over behind him, ankles locking where his backside met, knees grinding similarly to his sides, but somehow she knew he would not be ticklish there as were some people. Her hair was getting messy behind her, catching on the grass and tangling on the ground. But she didn't care. Only for the heat between this, did her mind circle around as she felt the first shroom of his erection.

"Oh . . .Edgar," she shivered, feeling its effortless path into her. Her core was slick, prepared so eagerly as her tunnel constricted, sending pleasure all through her. "Yes!" She shouted, much too loud for the situation, but it was in the back of her mind now. It felt perfect. The union, the perfections at this time. She didn't want it to end . . . But it would surely have to begin to get there, right?

And so it had begun. Aegir still playing wit is options in the waking world, the concern of some pain being there entered into her mind though there was only a tightness, one that told her that she had probably not done this so much.

”So what are you in for?”

They had been his first words to her, the second after finding out she was a witch was disbelief or feigned disbelief.

“You, naw. If you were one you wouldn't even be caught.”

His smile had been big and broad ten as he regarded her in tat dank cell, even then he was certain that tings were going to turn out for the better.

But Edgar was slow and gentle as e pressed his way into her . The gentle slap of their bodies as they came together, the way that his tongue was making circles against the heat of her body … she, she remembered something!

This had been her Shadow! She might not have been born here but she dwelled here long enough. And Rhodes … of God, Rhodes … he was more than an inquisitor, he was er fiancee! Se was to wed him, at least until he discovered the witchcraft and deemed it necessary to make an example out of her. No one was above the law. No one.

And when they caught her … there was something she was still hazy about. Rape did not seem to fit, Rhodes adhered to the laws of the church after all but they did do something.

She could recall some magic pertaining to the elements, destructive magic, summoning magic two, spirits of elementals lesser demons, binding a familiar … greater divinations streamed back at the same time that cock streamed into her, symbols and memories unlocking as if he had been the key to her door, the apple to er tree ...

She moaned, body growing rigid with the stream of memories. Faces. Places. . . At first, they were of Edgar.

Her own sarcasm and his snarkiness seemed from the start. But then . . . The worst.

Rhodes, smiling at her, her own lips lifted up. Memories of being in his embrace, of love, of being cherished by this man . . . .She screamed.

He found out!

She was only casting out a familiar, one that had been attacking the children of the village. She was protecting them! But he saw, he saw it!! She begged, she cried, to tried to explain. But listening was beyond him.

Her body arched in ecstasy, entrancing her to the memories as she grabbed to Edgar's arms, pumping harder, her body reacting where her mind was absent. Consumed in her swarm of memories, tears ran down her eyes. Rhodes . . . Her fiance. She loved him, had been loved by him, even now. Spells and chants had swam back into her memory, many she had put away for the love of Rhodes, willing to put away everything for that man. To be his.

Was that why she was so reluctant with Edgar? Because her heart was entwined with death? Tears streamed down her eyes as she fell limp, coming back to the scene in front of them as she gasped for air.

Suffice it to say Edgar halted, at first he had thought that he had injured her though he thought that he was using care here as he pressed inside her. Warm and tight muscles had greeted him, her grip on is forearms had been strong and he was looking into a tear streaked face.

“Narissa? What's wrong?” Edgar pulled back, slipping out of her yet beside himself at what was occurring, bewildered by this.

Of course, had he been prone to doing so Aegir could have filled her head with the memories of being gang banged after her capture by a sadistic Rhodes and company but instead focused on something else entirely.

He was still planning on making her work a little for this though is cock slid out of er scabbard in mirror to what Edgar was doing. He was patient after all, quiet patient when he wanted to be. He grinned at her unconscious and prone form though in her mind the memories continued without fail.

It all came back, a little more along with the dabblings of chromancy, the flow of time … but she had only begun learning and most of her effects were simple like increasing her own speed, hasting herself or another or slowing down another creature. Nothing as overwhelming as stopping time, if that were even possible, in an area nor as complex as reversing it though their was something, something elusive.

Yellow eyes … that was what she remembered the day she had been captured. It had yellow eyes … but what had yellow eyes? Why was all this coming back now?

She gasped, body wracking in the pleasure and the intensity of the memories. It hurt so . . .good. She winced, gasping more as she gripped on his forearm, not wanting to let him go, not wanting to be parted. It was flooding into her now. She wouldn't be able to face this alone. She needed him. "Edgar . . . It's . . .it's coming back," she croaked out, unable to subdue the memories as they came left and right.

Pain of betrayal hurt so bad . . and . . and Damn't she still loved him! "Edgar!" Her eyes looked up at him, lovingly, needfully. She needed Edgar now more than ever, her own memories, own fears and emotions were going to wipe her out if she couldn't control this.

Edgar hadn't made it to far before he had found the warmth of fingers upon his wrist. He had to find … er … what's her name … but his thoughts were intruded upon as he gazed at her, the look in her eyes, the way that she called to him as if she did not wish for him to go, the swell of those breast … perfect, perfect breasts.

He turned away s not to be staring but before long his eyes came back to her. “It's OK, I'm not going anywhere.” He knelt down at her side though there was nothing he could do about the return of those memories as he drew her into his side.

Cradling her close he traced his hand over her arm. “I'm not going to let him get away with this … I'll get you to another Shadow.” Though there were only a few people who could do it in the Kingdom outside of the clergy as the practice was illegal, at least here at least for it was the church that did not want the commoners to get tainted by other Shadows and bring that taint back here. Some did, however, and his brother was one of the few that could. If anything he would get her out of here even if marriage wasn't in the cards though having her close like this, seeing that look on her face … clearly it was arousing him in ways that he had tried to keep grips on.

She drove her body deeper into his caress, clinging more as he cradled her. Should she tell him? No. There were few things darker than being a witch. Having a relationship outside of marriage, even if yet to be made, was one, a heinous crime in both the sight of the land and her own. What would he think of her? Would he question her? Berate her for choosing such a violent man?

She clung deeper into him, clenching his thighs under her own to keep their bodies bonded, her breath picking up. No, she couldn't have him leave her. She needed him. Not just for escape, not just for protection but . . . Somehow, she just did.

Outwardly from this diabolical illusion, the student moaned, whimpering in confusion. Still under the 'spell' her mind battled her inner turmoil and love for 'Edgar' as her own thighs clung to the very creature whom she claimed to wish dead.