Master Wizard Tia'tha
Copyright© 2018 by Evilynn Thales
Chapter 2
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Rape/Torture Warning! This is a story about Tia'tha, the Master Wizard at a mage school. This story was originally based on Skyrim lore, but other than what a few things are called that's no longer true.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa NonConsensual Rape Slavery Lesbian High Fantasy FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Torture Teacher/Student Slow Violence
I hurry towards the Hall of Attainment. What are they screaming about this time? I open the door and the shrill whine of Anaril’s voice becomes clear “Why would anyone let a child join the college? She is far too young and shouldn’t be allowed to join until she is older!” That explains a lot. She must have found out Lynn’s age, and jealousy is rearing its ugly head. Anaril has been progressing slowly. It takes more than raw mana to become a mage.
Hodlin says “We have no age requirements. You know that.” I allow a slight smile, as I hear him acting as a peacemaker again. A fine student, he is making steady progress towards becoming a skilled enchanter.
I cross my hands behind my back as I walk into view. Little Lynn has her back pressed into a corner with Anaril glaring at her. Hodlin stands protectively in front of her squared off against Anaril. Baadar’s sullen glower from the foot of the bed, and a small birthday cake laying on the floor next to Lynn provide the rest of the story.
They all jump when the door booms shut behind me. “What is the problem here?”
“How can she be allowed in these prestigious halls?” Anaril demands, “She is only fourteen!”
“Her age doesn’t make a difference. The three rules that we require students to follow were explained to you when you joined. Which one has she broken?”
Catching the tone of my voice, Anaril says “None, Master Wizard Tia’tha.”, then she tries another tactic. “A youngster like her can’t properly understand the dangers. Surely she would be safer if you had her wait until she reaches her majority before allowing her to study magic.”
I reply, “She is in the same danger as the rest of you.”
“Now, let’s see what happened here.” I weave a spell, creating ghostly illusions of everyone, standing as they were half an hour ago. I animate the illusion, watching the events silently replay themselves.
Lynn is sitting on her bed, reading a book. Anaril is sitting on her bed, frustrated, attempting a spell. Baadar leans against the far wall, watching the room. Holdin is examining something, sitting at his desk.
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