She studied her apprentice for a few moments. She was not pleased with the answers she received. The witch did make note about the red mana but the matters about the monsters and bearing the burden alone displeased her. "Come here," Kanoe said firmly. Seems her little apprentice needs a reminder of what the price of this lesson was. Once the woman is standing beside her chair she gave another simple order. "Kneel," once the woman complies, she will gently stroke Narissa's blue and black hair, "Need I remind you what the price is for teaching you magic?" During these lessons, Narissa belonged to her. That was the agreement during her first lesson. It was the only thing of value the poor woman could offer.

"You said yourself that it would be better to have numbers against this threat," she said softly, stroking the woman's cheek before slipping to the woman's ear lobe, "Do not make promises you cannot keep. We are in this together. Becoming so nervous and flustered like the first time you came to my room means they are winning. Bottling it up does not help you nor does it let your mistress know if there is something wrong. I cannot continue this lesson if you keep hiding things from me." The witch used the term mistress as a reminder of their last lesson. How easily the woman submitted to her, willing to do anything for her. Whether the student continued with that train of thought mattered little to her either way.

Red mana meant fire magic. At least it was an element she was familiar with. Even her lover is specialized in it. But none of that would matter if she did not have an obedient student to teach. She would not tolerate this after the lesson they had before. This woman was hers to mold and hers alone. That meant this woman's fate was in her hands as well, an important responsibility.

Narissa gulped when she heard the sudden change in ton in Kanoe's voice. From its complacent and softness, to firm and unyielding. She was quick to rise to her feet. Meeting her in front, she followed her second order as her knees softly hit the room's floor. She had almost flinched when she saw Kanoe's hand reach out to her, unsure after the display of flames and the sudden firm voice if a punishment would soon befall her. But instead it was the soft combing of her hair strands, her actions a gentle contrast to what she was speaking now.

She felt her cheeks grow warm as Kanoe reminded her of her own words, her ear feeling the witch's fingers rub them. It was with those ears that she caught the term she was sure Kanoe wished for her to catch. "Yes . . .yes, Mistress," she said, listening to Kanoe. Even with her reluctance to say that she had learned from another . . . She didn't dare test Kanoe again as she looked evasively away.

"When . . . I was attacked last . . . a week about after I first came to you . . . He didn't just rape me. . . It was as you said before. I hadn't even realized I was being violated until . . ." With that, she begun to tell her shame as she told her how she learned to move her mana the way she had, to what happened to her, along with the embarrassing part of her new 'accessories,' the ethereal rings that decorated her nipples. Each sentence was accompanied with her eyes looking everywhere but at Kanoe, too worried to see the anger rise in her face as she looked about the room. Her words soon almost became a jumble as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers, but in it, near the end, Kanoe would be able to catch a certain name.

"And after all of that I ended up being transported by my room but , I, well, he, I forgot my clothes and Seraph might still have it there. . ."

The woman did not hesitate to call her by her new title. If this was due to obedience or simply hope of a lesser punishment, she did not know. But the student was now on her knees at her side as she should be and that was all that mattered. Narissa shivered and kept her eyes away, knowing that her secret was slowly being uncovered.

The story was not necessarily shocking. The attack and the offer of magic lessons from a monster only proved that this woman had enough potential to become a witch. Already Narissa had been marked with nipple rings of magical nature. This alone was not enough to punish the woman. She had already warned this one that attacks will become more frequent as she learned more magic. The problem was hiding it from her and lying about it. She was certainly not happy knowing a certain angel was the cause of all this.

Kanoe's fingers stroked the woman's lobe gently. "I told you before that monsters will notice you growing in power. You should be glad that you at least got away with some knowledge when he could have just taken you. Seraph has toyed with me as well, forcing me into a deal that at least gives me access to some of his tomes. The fact he taught you anything means you have potential, Narissa," she spoke calmly but slowly her fingers grip her ear tighter, twisting enough to cause slight pain, "Why did you hide this from me? We could have moved on if you already knew how to channel mana so well. Instead you kept your little secret and wasted my time teaching you something you are skilled in. Are you seeking to grow stronger than your mistress behind my back? How do you expect me to help you deal with monsters if you refuse to speak a word to me?"

"I am not pleased with your lies, Narissa," she released the woman's ear, "Remove your top and reveal these rings you now have. Seems you like them so much that you wanted to keep them hidden from me. We could have tried to find ways to remove them. Perhaps you are already against me, given up to the mosnters on this island," Her fingers grip the rings piercing Narissa's nipples, stroking them slowly. "If being nothing but a slut, a slave is all you wanted, I can have that arranged. In any case, you still belong to me. I have not released you. If you receive lessons like this, you will write down everything you learned afterwards and bring it too me. Your magical knowledge is mine. Your mind and body are mine. You are mine. Do you understand me?"

Both shock and fear began to bubble up in her as Narissa saw how the situation was spiraling out of control. "No! I'm not trying to become stronger than you at all, Kano--Mistress!'' She could feel the tension in her hands growing as she tried to stop the reflex from trying to remove the pain in her ear as she winced with the twist. She didn't need mana sight to see how wrong a turn this was going and suddenly keeping it from her wasn't such a bright idea.

"I .. I . .wasn't trying to lie. . I d-didn't want to think I had betray you when I had learned from him. I meant no disrespect," she said, but was easily cut short at Kanoe's next command. She gulped as she looked down, unbuttoning her blouse with shaky fingers, feeling absolutely the worst for having done so and given Kanoe the wrong impression. Even more so pissing Kanoe off just as she feared. Although she could never imagine the anger that she would do . . .and almost fearful of the punishment.

With stuttering tongue she called the incantation to bring the rings to the physical realm as she felt the small tug on her nipple. A pleasant sensation jolted up her spine without her whim as Kanoe unknowingly activated them, shuddering as the rings activated, sending sparks of arousal from her nipples through her body. She didn't want Kanoe seeing her like this from the rings, seeing her will become brittle in an instant by Seraph's rings, but even her breathing was growing labored as she heard her threat and promise. Every word she heard was amplified as she nodded, trying to placate her as quickly as she could.

"Y-yes Mistress, I'll . . I wont hide anything from you ever again," she shook out, her shoulders bunching as Kanoe played with the accessory.

Kanoe knew the woman would not try to rise up against her or anything. But there was no real reason to hide skills that could be used against monsters. "You betrayed me the moment you decided to hide skills that could be used against them. How can I possibly teach you anything if I must go through these means to find out what you know? You already decided you wanted to be able to fight these things no matter what the cost. If you learn techniques from the enemy, use it against them. If they had you a gun to shoot them with, pull the trigger."

The dark witch watched as the woman stammered out a brief incantation, revealing the strange nipple rings. Touching the piercings had an immediate effect on the young woman. Already Narissa was trembling and breathing heavily. Kanoe continued to stroke the rings, wearing away at the troublesome apprentice. "You paid a high price for your lessons from Seraph," she said softly, "Your body is even more sexually vulnerable. If other monsters were to find these rings, you would be putty in their hands just like you are now. Take what you can get from the monsters but be aware of the price you are paying."

Things grew much calmer now. Kanoe stroked the rings for several moments before releasing them. "Now, what have you learned?" she asked, ensuring the woman knew exactly why she was punished before moving on. "You may return to your chair. Take one of my blank journals and write down everything about the lessons you have. I want every detail on how you channeled mana and how it felt channeling this way. You are an apprentice so like any good student it is important to take notes on what you learn. Just make sure the journal is not seen by others outside our little circle. If this form of channeling is comfortable for you, you may continue with it. We can then focus more on the types of mana you are able to manipulate."

The witch returned to sipping her tea as she waited. She allowed Narissa time to write down the lessons she had so she could learn more about this odd technique. The knowledge the woman had payed for was now hers. An interesting trade, perhaps having apprentices had their boons.

A nod was all she could manage as Kanoe tinkered with the ring, slowly making a small pulsing towards Narissa's clit whether she knew it or not. It wasn't easy hearing her own words replayed back for her as Kanoe dissected the situation in a way she could understand. Her mind whipped at the instants of her body to tend to her pulsing core, all too aware of the dangers it would put her in with angering Kanoe. Yet not being able to made her feel all the more vulnerable as her mistress worded it. Small rings were the minor prices she now knew were to pay as it sounded a much steeper cost could be arranged. . .

A tingling rush of air calmed her as Kanoe's finger let go of the ring, halting the further activation of it and slowly burying the dull ache in her snatch. She wanted to just lay down and calm herself to a state of coherency, but her mistress would leave no break in time for her to, her next order already give. "Y-yes. .. Mistress," she spoke, her breath finally caught.

"I learned that I am to hide nothing from you and that all my knowledge does not belong to me alone, but to be given to you as well on any further magic that I come across . . . or given," she added, as an afterthought. When Kanoe seemed satisfied with that, she found the blank journal near her to take, using the pencil near by to go sit down and write the notes. Yet sitting down provided another issue.

Seated, she was reminded again of her first visit here, her shirt still around her shoulder but unbuttoned. The only difference with this exposure was the rings . . .where she had no permission to banish or even to close her shirt. Asking would most likely not bare . . . positive results . . . It was best for her to start the writing. She did her best to remember the mana drugged event, noting the details she could pull up, such as changing the paths of the mana little by little, like driving at regular speed before slowing down gently enough that pulling in reverse wouldn't jar the person inside . . . How especially the works of the mana bubbles and pushing it from her body, in a small orb by keeping said mana channels in one direction, yet halving it for a magnetic effect, pushing the energy of it without touching it to act as a barrier . . .although it only worked to shield from other raw mana . . . . . Everything grew hazy from there . . .

Once she had written everything down that she could, taking up several pages front and back, she closed the new journal, placing the pencil neatly on top as she clasped her hands together on her lap. It had grown akward for her then and daring to interrupt Kanoe as she drank her tea didn't appeal to her as she waited for her to finish, feeling much like a child that had been caught doing bad and anxiously made to wait for what befell them from her upper.

Much like the last lesson, the witch intended the punishments to last the entire lesson. The more mistakes made, the more the punishments would build and add up. She saw it as a suitable deterant for the her troublesome apprentice. Kanoe was rather pleased with the idea of making her apprentice right down things she learned. She would then be able to keep track of the woman's progress while learning bits and pieces from any extra lessons the monsters may add to the woman.

Seeing the woman close the journal and placed the pencil on top, Kanoe assumed that the student had finished the task. But Narissa was now fearful of her. It would only get more bothersome if she must constantly repeat this process like if it were their first day training. "You can speak up you know?" she sighed softly, "You did something wrong so I punished you. I do hope that does not sour our relationship in this matter. You may have cost me time and hid things from me but you are still my little apprentice. Now, if you are finished, let us continue with our lesson."

Now with everything revealed, she could now focus on what Narissa is capable of before deciding what to teach next. "Once more, channel your mana. This time, do not bloody hide your skills from me. Feel for what is easier for you to channel and make note of how it looks and feels as it channels through your body. With how much extra teaching you have received, this should be well within your limits. Do not hold back and pay attention this time." She sighed again. Once more they were back at square one for today. Her time was truly wasted but at least this extra proficiency would speed up this lesson. Things could have gone much faster if the woman had just told her in the first place. It was not like Kanoe had any place to argue about learning magic from monsters and demons.

As Narissa thought, there would be no permit to button her shirt up. But at least it was to the same person. She'd only hope she didn't screw up any further. Narissa could still hear the quiet subtly of irritation in her voice, and she did not wish to give it any more bait to come out to. Nodding to her, she begun her channeling again, watching as the mana threads around her reacted, some moving less animated than others. Unlike before while she held back, there was still little differences from the first results of those that came closer to her, the red mana, and now that she saw one coming closer, a very light, almost white blue one.

"It's the same as before, although now I see a light blue color as well . . ."

Saying that, she reached her hand out, remembering how Kanoe said she would most likely channel with her arms. The red one would be her target. She focused her mana channeling around her finger tips, reversing the flow a little to try and 'pull' the thread towards her. It was a bit more difficult than her body, the hand being so complex in structure, she began furrowing her eyebrows with focus. The red mana began cozying up towards her, little by little, yet still stubbornly taking its time.

"L-like this?" she asked, still attempting a small bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face.

The woman did not complain about her partial nudity. Whether this was fear or obedience, she was unsure. The witch allowed her eyes to return to seeing mana as she continued to watch Narissa. The student seemed to have a perfect grasp of channeling in an idle state. The mana was flowing under a constant made by the woman but was otherwise not being used for anything. Something like this would happen naturally for her apprentice soon enough and could even activate through moments of high stress and emotion. But, this was just like having a car in neutral. The engine was running but it was not going to move until further manipulations are made.

Just channeling natural had a pleasing feeling to it. Being able to feel the power well up inside one's body, flowing out to every inch of your very being. Magic had an addicting quality to it, making it harder and harder to let go once held. But that only made the study all the more exciting, knowing that all that power is inside you.

Kanoe noticed the woman reaching out towards the candle on the table. Seems this one wanted to focus on fire more than the air or water mana that she saw as well. The witch was still not satisfied with the mention of how this woman was seeing the threads. Her student focused too much on one single thread of mana when the woman would be channeling countless amounts of these tiny strands. But this was a beginner she was dealing with, an outsider taking her first steps into the dark arts. Only time would tell if this potential was real or not.

Seeing the strain the woman was under from manipulating a single strand, Kanoe speaks up. "That is enough, Narissa," she said softly, "Do not put your hand any closer to that candle. Much like our last lesson, you will practice channeling and reading what you are able to channel when you are not here. I trust you will not hide anymore progress you make in these subjects. Are you ready to move on to the next subject or do you need to rest? The next step would be learning how to speak and read magic. This will help you manipulate the elements you channel into the effects you wish." Like all classes, there were always books that needed to be read. Unlike college courses, her tomes would actually have some amounts of use for both of them in their studies. The witch gets up and returns shortly after with a small tome with odd runes down the binding. She set the tome before the woman and opened it for her, revealing many strange symbols, runes, and diagrams.

Blinking, she deactivated her sight from the moment, realizing her hand was going into the direction of the candle. "Oh!" she said in surprised, pulling her hand back from its direction. Kanoe gave her itinerary for what she would be doing after these lessons, she nodded, affirming not only that she understood, but she would know better than to try and any other lessons she found that they would be recorded. With the way she kept her own diary up to date, it would just be an extra side note to add for her at night.

"No. I feel fine enough to continue." the small break did her well and she felt just as she started. Wishing not to delay Kanoe's time any longer was encouragement, but she knew better than to say do so if she wasn't feeling as well. Magic. . . to her . ..was like walking on ice . . . anything could dive out of the surface at her . . .or she could walk on a thin patch of it and it would be her undoing. She needed to make sure she was at her best. So staring at the books came to a surprise to her when she saw Kanoe walk back with confusing pictures on the pages. "Those are magic?" she asked not sure exactly what to make of them. Kanoe could have been showing it to her upside down and she wouldn't be the wiser as she tried to make heads or tails of the many diagrams and strange alphabets. "It's like another language . . ."

What a silly question, the witch thought to herself. Asking if the writings were magic was no different from opening a math book and asking if those are math. "That is because it is another language," she replied, "Luckily you have me who has translated some of the runes. But then there is actually speaking the incantations. Some spells use actual mortal languages while others require to use the ancient language of magic. Even if you do not research further, you will still need to be able to speak the language if you are to channel properly. It is possible to cast spells without motions or words but such acts will quickly drain you of mana and stamina. You were already breathing a bit heavy from trying to manipulate a mere thread of mana, imagine trying to do that with even more threads and controlling it all. That is why we have to rely on incantations and somatic gestures and sometimes even material components."

The witch stood behind Narissa as she spoke. Her hands rested up on the woman's shoulders and slowly slid down her arms. Kanoe's firm orbs press gently against the back of the student's head as she allowed her hands to explore the woman's bare chest. "We will go slow, working on minor spells to help build your knowledge of runes and the language of magic. It will also allow you to practice your channeling until you are ready to do more... volatile magicks."

Her fingers slid over the woman's lovely breasts, teasing just around the edges of her dark areolae. Each little stroke grazed just against the ethereal rings. "If you have no further questions, I will begin teaching you basic runes to look for. You will most likely need to take notes and work on memorizing them. Their is no easier way unfortunately." Once the woman was ready, she would begin teaching. Kanoe went at a slow pace, ensuring the woman had at least a grasp of each run she was explaining and how she and Clarice came up with these theories.

As Narissa listened to the woman's explanation, the realization of these simple looking, yet strange, characters meant for them. 'I never knew they were so important,' she thought, making sure not to think of them lightly anymore. By the looks of it, she would most likely have to learn them later. "I'll make sure to study them--" her words stopped sudden as she felt her mistress leaning over her.

It if wasn't how warm and comfortable her large orbs felt around her neck, it was how her hands grazed her own breast that sent a shudder through her. Even though Kanoe never slipped a finger within the space of the rings, what activated them, her simple strokes and caresses around them gave her nipples a shameless rise as they slowly rose and grew hard under her touch. Narissa gulped as she felt them and a blush warming her cheeks at the fact.

It was difficult, at first for her to comprehend that she would need to pay attention while Kanoe did this. But she tried to take notes to distract herself . . . None of that could help her in how her toes curled pleasantly in her school shoes.

Feeling how quickly the dark peaks hardened and filled with hot blood, the witch forced herself to merely graze the rings occasionally. It was always amusing seeing her apprentice blushing as if the woman had never had to deal with such stimuli before. Kanoe could continue to tease, giving small reminders that magic was not the only thing the black woman came to her for.

Kanoe explained slowly and clearly, pointing directly to the rune she was speaking about. Everytime she pointed, the witch had to lean forward causing her full breasts to press against Narissa's head and neck. She watched her student take notes, stopping whenever a mistake was written. This woman's hand would definitely end up cramped by the end of these lessons and drills. Cramming this information into the woman's head was really the only option available. She would of course explain the details but the primary thing was speaking, reading, and being able to copy the runes exactly. Magic theory and laws would have to come after.

Much like the last lesson, her punishments and corrections were backwards. Kanoe did not physically punish nor scold the woman when a mistake was made or a question was answer incorrectly. Instead, she punished the way that monsters would when the student makes a mistake and gets captured. Her fingers would suddenly pinch and tug on the nipple rings as she corrected the woman then forced her to repeat the question and answer multiple times. She would return to just teasing once the corrections were made but each mistake meant even stronger sensual punishment. Just like dealing with a monster, she would gradually control the woman sexually until the poor woman was completely unable to think. But, she would not stop giving the lesson until Narissa herself finally gives up. Would this woman learn fast enough or will she succumb? Kanoe's little game will reveal that answer in time.

Narissa gulped as the lessons continued. The top of her head must have been touching at least the area where the woman's tattoo, right around her collar bone. The warmth hugged the side of her head as she tried to write down what was dictated to her, hands grasping the pencil a little harder than she would normally do as she kept herself composed. The training went a lot harder than she thought for something she would only have to repeat a few words and write them down with.

"A-ah!" she moaned, tightening her legs when she got a stroke wrong in the runes. The culprit of her arousal being a lithe finger hooped into her left ring, Kanoe sensually dipping it and finding all the ways it could drive her crazy. When her finger left, her body relaxed again, although at this point her panties had grown far damper as the time continued. Her penmanship had suffered, her letters becoming little more than barely legible chicken scratch as she continued getting the runes. Even some of those appeared wrong and again, her back arched as the back of her head nuzzled into the woman's breast. Two fingers within the loops this time as her thighs trembled with the energy that came from her electrified breast.

She found herself breathing huskily even with correct answers, her mistress' sensual touches keeping her body more than warm as she got another rune written correctly. But each rune was another moment she wondered when the last would appear, feeling her body becoming more receptive to Kanoe. Certainly there was an end, right? But she continued as best she could without turning her head, her body growing in temperature ash her legs slowly began to rub themselves together to try to sate her growing arousal. Needless to say the air conditioning was doing little good to help in its chilling winds as they only brushed by her nipples when they weren't blocked by Kanoe's fingers. It was like being on the boundaries of hell and Antarctica, both extremes unbearable yet barely able to hold off each other as she straddled the line.

The toll was beginning to weigh heavily on her as she tried to close her eyes, catching a heavy amount of air as sat on the line of where the next rune she should have written been there . . .Only to have a scraggly alphabet written on accident. 'Crap,' she thought as she quickly went for the eraser, the pencil slipping in her perspiring hand and needing to be readjusted.

The lesson was taking its toll on the young woman. The mistakes were growing more frequent. Narissa had not given up yet, still answering questions and writing with her trembling hand. But now it had become hopeless. Even the corrections had mistakes, the student's shaking hand only adding to the problem. As long as the woman kept trying, Kanoe would not stop the lesson. This was a problem all students would have to deal with when fighting monsters.

This only proved how dangerous these monsters were even against a witch. The more aroused a student was, the less concentration and willpower she would have to attempt to cast magic. The problem would build up until either the monster was dead or the witch's thoughts were no longer filled with incantations, replaced with thoughts of the tentacle or cock now invading her dripping folds.

With the mistakes becoming constant so did the punishment. Kanoe's hands slid over the well aroused orbs from around Narissa's sides. As her fingers move to cup each orb, a finger would slip up under each of the rings. Now wearing the woman's nipple rings, she began to roughly massage and gnead the heated flesh. "Mmm... Seems you made another mistake," she whispered softly in Narissa's ear, "I cannot even tell what that scribble even is. Tell me the rune you were trying to draw and correct it."

Kanoe knew the woman was at her limit. The black woman's eyes had closed as she fumbled to get an eraser. These nipple rings alone were enough to completely destroy her student's concentration. There was no question that even with magic, the woman would be putty in Seraph's hands. If other monsters learn of these, it will become a nearly hopeless fight for the poor woman.