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The Sage Directive

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For emblanon’s Elibe prompts: Pent/anyone, cheating. In the name of scientific research. Louise totally okay with it.

~v~
It started with an old tome of unknown origins…
Pent lay on his side, idly admiring the nude contour of his exhausted wife. Louise was sleepy now and very much sated from their recent activities. The sage thought it the proper time to bring up the subject that he’d been pondering for weeks now.
“Dear, would you mind terribly if I were to study the applications of sex in magic?”
“Mmm…” Pent almost didn’t catch his wife’s murmur. “Did tonight have anything to do with that research?”
The sage thought about the question momentarily before nodding, remembering at the last moment to vocalize his thoughts. “Yes, it did.”
Louise rolled over and looked at him sleepily. “Then I suppose I don’t mind.”
A few moments later, she snuggled up to Pent and fell asleep. Pent glanced over at the small night table where he’d left the gift from his teacher and decided that he’d leave the next phase of study for another time.
He didn’t feel any different after his exertions tonight, so perhaps the book was right and these things worked best between wielders of the arcane elements…
~v~
The most obvious problem would be to find assistants for his experiment that would be both suitable and willing to partake in the required activities. Suitable-- female and having a working familiarity with at least one branch of magic. Willing-- well, Pent had never found that there was a lack of willing when it came to the activities that he intended to experiment with. Besides his good looks, he had an impressive title and plenty of wealth. That tended to go a long way to make many a candidate willing.
So he only had to find suitable amongst the willing. That should be easy enough.
His first candidate was one of the apprentices that were assigned to help him in his duties whenever he bothered to make appearances at his offices at the mage academy. It was a convenient choice, as he’d spent enough time around the young woman to know that she was both a competent (if novice) wielder of magic and that she knew how to hold her tongue on certain things that should be kept secret.
However, after the second liaison between them (coincidentally inside of his office) Pent came to the conclusion that things weren’t quite working out as he thought that they should be. Even the apprentice, enamored though she was of the master sage, had to admit that something was off about the experiment. Somehow she wasn't able to concentrate fully enough to mold her magic whilst in the ending sequences of the ritual, or there was some other block to the method. Despite this let down, Pent remained determined to master-- or at least fully explore-- the depths of the ancient tome.
That just meant that his experiment would have to expand its parameters beyond the most convenient candidates…
~v~
Candidate 2...
Pent’s thoughts turned immediately to the young cleric who served as a noble retainer of House Ostia. Serra might be somewhat overbearing, but she had definite mastery in the subject of staves and their use both in healing and other more overt effects.
He was fairly certain that her reply would come in person. When he casually mentioned that she would possibly be visiting, his young apprentice suddenly remembered that there was some library that he wanted to visit in Ilia. Before Pent could adequately fathom why Erk should decide to venture to such an inhospitable land, Louise distracted him with questions about how long Serra would be staying and whether or not they would need to prepare quarters immediately for their visitor.
By the time that Pent remembered the lack of libraries in Ilia, Erk had vanished. And just when Pent had considered asking his apprentice to participate in the experiment as well; such a shame that.
Serra arrived within a week.
-
When Pent explained the intricacies of the ritual to the cleric, he rather expected something other than the radical acceptance of her role; Serra offered herself wholeheartedly to the experiment.
Hadn’t there been some sort of vow regarding chastity? If there had been, either Serra had never taken it, or merely considered it to be a religious nuisance to be discarded at the first opportunity. Pent had never seen someone so uninhibited when it came to participating in the sexual joining of mages.
She just would not be silent! And the way that she writhed atop him, the words that she uttered… Pent wondered just where it was that Serra had learned her vocabulary. Had it not been for the absolute composure that he possessed from his lifetime of observation, Pent allowed that he might have blushed to the roots of his hair.
As it was, he redoubled his efforts as he thrust upwards into the gyrating female riding him, his concentration solely upon building the amount of magic that the ritual called for. An oddly rational part of his mind idly commented that it would be wonderful if Serra would remember that she wasn’t just here for the ride and actually concentrate on forming her magic, but it was a thought that passed without much notice. Pent was much too busy concentrating on his own potential release and preparing his portion of the ritual to succeed.
He was pleasantly surprised to feel a reciprocal spark right before the point of release. If Serra’s suddenly breathless exclamation was anything to go by, then she’d felt it too.
Congratulating himself on a successful conclusion to this part of the experiment, Pent’s last thoughts centered on writing down the sequence of events so that he’d be able to duplicate it in future trials.
There was a few moments of quietude as the pair rested from their endeavors and then Pent discovered two facts; Serra wasn’t done with the pleasant action of their coupling….
…And he rather enjoyed watching the cleric bouncing up and down on his hardened shaft.
~v~
Candidate 3...
While Serra was overly effusive in her manner, the last candidate that Pent had chosen for this foray into uncovering the secrets of the tome’s rituals was a fairly subdued individual. The sage knew little about the maiden from House Cornwall, save for her partial mastery of both staves and the elements. The one thing that stood out in his memory-- granted, he barely remembered much about the characters from the war these days-- was her ability to cast from horseback, a feat that spoke highly of her concentration.
Would her disposition make any difference when he compared sexing her up to his first attempts with his other candidates? Only time and practice could tell…
He supposed that it was a surprise to find out that the young woman was highly skilled with her tongue. Of course, surprise took a back seat to concentration as he focused on not ejaculating prematurely and spoiling the ritual before it ever began. Pent was secretly relieved when Priscilla ceased ministering to his rod and began preparing herself to partake in the current round of the experiment.
Granted, the way that she softly caressed herself and let out breathy little moans did nothing to detract from the hardness that she’d earlier inspired; when Priscilla spread her legs and looked at him with a smoldering gaze, Pent was more than eager to bury himself inside her wet sheath. The first thrust brought forth a guttural sound from the back of his throat, half growl and half groan.
One glance at the face of the woman beneath him and he realized that she had better concentration than he did at the present time. Her eyes were focused and her beautiful lips moved in soundless mantra, shocking the elder sage for a second until he recalled his sadly flagging willpower and bent himself again to his task. There was no call to get lost in the pleasure just yet-- Priscilla had indicated that there would be some kind of payment for her involvement and Pent suspected that it would tend towards satisfying some craving that she possessed. Burying that thought and the potential for distraction that it represented, Pent concentrated on the task at hand.
When release came and the reciprocal spark accompanied it, the sage was overjoyed! Somehow it had worked on the first go-round this time. He’d have to browse through his notes later and see if there was a pattern to all of this-- perhaps the magic resounded with higher strength according to the phases of the moon or some other timed measure.
Taking a few moments to recover his strength, Pent stumbled over the table that held his journals and began noting the various moments of the encounter. Clinically he detailed the length of time involved, noting how far the candle upon the table had burned since he’d lit it at the start of the ritual. Turning the page, he began to jot down his personal thoughts on the matter… until he was startled out of his contemplations by the sensations running through his staff.
Slender fingers and a pair of lips worked to bring him back to full readiness. Tiny touches of the tip of a tongue helped render him fit for battle once more.
When Priscilla bent over the table and presented her rear to him, stretching her buttocks oh-so-invitingly, Pent abandoned his note-taking for other avenues of research. Namely, the intricacies of anal exploration.
By the time that he returned to contemplating the state of his experiment, he’d learned that Priscilla’s sexual endurance outshone his own. Or perhaps it was merely her sexual appetite - after all, Pent had been receiving a daily dose of his experiment lately…
~v~
In retrospect, he really should have seen it coming. Of course, that would have required awareness of the outside world beyond his experiment, something that Pent often had trouble with. It was easier to focus on one particular aspect and ignore the intricacies that life tried to throw at him to complicate things.
Louise refused to let him get away with that, however. She was the one interruption to his work that he could not, would not ignore; incidentally, she was also the reason that he was desperately seeking an out for the evening.
In the midst of his current obsession, he’d neglected to give Louise her round of attention. She’d come seeking it.
His endurance had been sorely tested today as he’d dealt with two of his candidates in between putting together the various recorded results and trying to make sense of the data that he’d collected. Even if he wanted to please her (and Pent wanted to please Louise very much) he was certain that he could not perform at all tonight. The other two women had exhausted him.
“Not tonight dear…” the words died out as she lay on their bed, looking up at him expectantly. Finally Pent murmured loud enough for Louise to hear him. “I can’t tonight, I’m too tired to be able to please you well. It’s the experiments.”
Louise looked puzzled. “But when you first mentioned them, that night was wonderful for us together. How can you not perform now when you’ve been studying for a while?” A lesser woman would have snapped when the revelation finally came. Louise merely frowned at Pent and remained silent, but he could tell that she’d hit on the relevant explanation by the hint of fire in her eyes.
Absently he wondered whether he should feel guilty for cheating or just forgetting to include her in the schedule. Surely the others would have understood and he could have added the notes for the interactions between mage and magically untrained partners to his study. He slid a sheet of paper off of the nightstand and made a few notes to that effect.
“I’m sorry, Louise. I should never have forgotten about you this way.”
His wife smiled gamely and Pent fell in love with her understanding soul all over again. “It’s alright, milord husband. I know that you are prone to forget things like this. Now come to bed and get some rest. Tomorrow will be a new day and you’ll need your strength.”
When she rearranged the bed to slip under the covers, Pent joined her. “Thank you, Louise. I thank the gods that you are my wife and not any other.”
Louise pulled him close and with her body wrapped up against his own, Pent allowed himself to drift off into the land of dreams. It had been several days since he’d last thought about sleeping, after all.
~v~
While Pent slept, Louise lay quiet for a while before rising and picking up the ancient text that her husband had received from his mentor. While she had little understand of magic, she hoped that there might be some practical text that might give her a glimmer into the research that so distracted Pent. After flipping through several pages and finding little besides vague arcane sketches to give her any ideas, she closed the book and sat looking at the cover. Slowly she smiled.
“Passing on Stronger Affinities”
~v~
Later that week, Pent found a short note amongst his research papers. Inside, Louise bade him luck with the experiment, gave him instructions for dealing with the next nine months and assured him that she would be back home as soon as she’d retrieved Erk from whatever library he’d ensconced himself in.
[The End.]
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