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Lessons of Dynasty Part 2: Interlude Years	By : JohnDoe Category: +A through F > Exalted RPG Views: 277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The word is neither fugue nor fever. Rather it is something more and something less.

Reya is only dimly aware of the world around her as she pushes her way past the Burning Lord. She can taste his name on her tongue. It is a name Creation cannot hold: to speak it is to bring forth not sound but fire, and only a sorcerer’s tongue could be so cunning. Reya knows she has the knack of it, instinctively, but she is neither in battle, nor in worship, nor in reverence and so she holds her tongue as she strides with purpose towards her goal.

The Burning Lord follows her, three paces behind exactly. Reya does not care. A first year greets her strangely as she enters the Hall of Terrestrial Puissance. She ignores them. The naneke librarian asks if he can be of assistance as she strides into the library. She doesn’t register that her burned and blistered right hand is dripping blood and gore on the library floor as she makes a beeline for the corner of the library where she studied the year before.

She reaches for a book. The pads of her burnt fingers come away on the cover as she closes her broken hand around it: she doesn’t have the strength in her right hand to lift the book from the shelf. Some part of her recognises the agony in her hand with annoyance as she takes hold of the Art of Sorcery with her left hand and gingerly sets it on the table. She looks at the strange symbols, previously indecipherable, and understands as she flips through the book.

There’s a droning. A distant, far-away sound that distracts her from her reading.

She looks up and with her good hand makes the mudras of silence and sealing, “Bother me not with such trivialities!” She says, her eyes flashing green with sorcerous power as she forms her first spell.

Ragara Bhagwei is almost taken by surprise. Almost. The practised sorcerer counters, barely in time, with the mudra of sundering, ripping Reya’s binding spell in half before it can land. “Dare you use my own spells against me girl!”

“She has fire, our pupil!” The Burning Lord says approvingly, looking down at them, “Allow Master Bhagwei to treat your hand, Danireya.”

Reya looks at the twisted ruin of her hand. Yes… that’s what the droning noise was. ‘Give me your hand, Danireya.’ She allows Bhagwei to take her hand and wrap a poultice around it. It stings. Was that a good sign? Did that not mean that the nerves were not completely destroyed by the fire.

“Thank you,” Reya says at last, “I’m sorry… but… I understand it now. It was… important that I…” She trails off, gesturing at the book.

The Burning Lord speaks, “I am told the moment of initiation is much like the moment of Exaltation. Or, at least, it can be. I have set a fire within you. You must control it, with the discipline of Hesiesh.”

For Reya, it is nothing like the Essence Fever of Exaltation, but she nods anyway. “It was like a haze. A heat haze. In my mind. But… I see clearly now. I see so clearly now.” She clears her throat as she composes herself, before adding as an afterthought, “Masters.”

Ragara Bhagwei considers reprimanding the Heptagram’s newest initiate before thinking the better of it. He rises, “I have other business. You will be returning to your studies?”

Reya looks longingly at the Art of Sorcery, “I will be returning to my dormitory. I need to lie down.” She scoops up the book and cradles it closely to her chest, as if it were a priceless treasure.

Bhagwei nods and takes his leave. The Burning Lord looks at her. It is a look Reya has seen many times before in others, a look of hunger. Reya looks at him with the same expression.

“You will guide me? Master?” Reya asks quietly. The Burning Lord smiles and wraps an arm around her as the pair head upstairs.

****

Udi is, of course, sleeping in the Hall of the Jade Cauldron, so Reya’s dorm room is empty. She drags the Burning Lord inside, stands on her highest tip-toes, and pulls him down by his braid to kiss him fiercely on the lips. Lust swells within her, threatening to consume her.
The enormous elemental returns the kiss with burning passion. His body is warm, but not uncomfortably so: it’s the comforting presence of a hearthfire, not the raging burn of a furnace.

“I told you your tasks would be well suited for your temperament and inclination,” The Burning Lord smirks as he shucks off his desert cloak, letting it fall to the floor. The rippling muscles of his abdomen gleam as he stands in just his trousers.

Reya doesn’t spare a thought for her absent girlfriend as she plunges her hand down the Burning Lord’s waistband. “I take it your first task for me, master, is to pleasure you?”

“Wait-” The Burning Lord starts, but too slow.

Reya’s hand feels its way through the thicket of his nethers, but rather than a hard and throbbing manhood, she finds something slick and much more familiar. Her mouth falls open to an “o” of shock as her fingers trace the Burning Lord’s labia. Reya moans slightly and presses her tiny body against the Burning Lord’s hard, muscular frame, “I thought that all Ifrit were male?” She says, carelessly.

The Burning Lord takes her by the shoulders and pushes her away from him. His vast elemental strength allows him to move her gently but irresistibly. “Choose your next words with exceptional care.” He warns, smoke coiling around his words.

Taken by surprise Reya stammers quickly, “I didn’t mean- I’m sorry. You are the picture of masculinity! It’s just… I’ve never been with any man before and the past couple of hours-”

“We met twenty minutes ago.” The Burning Lord corrects.

Reya blinks in surprise, “Really? Then the past twenty minutes have been… overwhelming. I’m sorry, master, I’ve been foolish.” Her eyes linger on his crotch, “Let me make it up to you?”

The Burning Lord relents and allows Reya to approach and unbuckle his trousers.

Reya glances nervously at the beds – the Burning Lord is too tall to comfortably lie on the dormitory’s single beds. “Do you want to lie back and maybe bend your knees? I want you to be comfortable whilst I show you just how sorry I am for my careless words.” Reya offers, stroking a finger over muscular bulge in his six-pack.

“I have a better idea for how you can show your contrition, my apprentice,” The Burning Lord says, spying a stool which he scoops up and places in the middle of the room, “Sit.”

Reya sits primly on the stool and bites her bottom lip in anticipation.

The Burning Lord approaches. His cunt is at the same level as Reya’s head. With one hand he strokes the back of her hair, his finger tips playing with her plaits. With his other hand he hooks a finger under Reya’s chin, raising her face to look at him, “My birth was not typical for Ifrit-kind. I am not typical for Ifrit-kind. I am exceptional: that is why I am a Lord. But like the rest of my kind, I am a man. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master: you are a man, and I am foolish girl.”

The Burning Lords nods, his giant form towering over Reya, “Tilt your head back: I’m going to fuck your face.”

He swings an enormous leg over Reya’s shoulders and grinds his dripping pussy against Reya’s open mouth. The Dragon-Blooded licks and sucks as the elemental’s hands grab her braids and pull her into his dripping sex, blocking out Reya’s entire world as he smothers her. The Burning Lord’s fluids are a heady aphrodisiac and intoxicant which burn like a fine whiskey as Reya gulps and swallows as she tries to draw breath. The Burning Lord’s powerful body keeps her locked in place and unable to touch herself; Reya’s grasping hands grope at her master’s body, squeezing his ass and well muscled thighs. Time loses meaning for her, replaced only with a burning need, growing stronger as her desperate sex wets the stool under her. The Burning Lord uses her, keeping her pinned and desperate, until his climax erupts, gushing fluid into Reya’s gasping throat. He rides Reya’s lapping tongue until the last of his orgasm subsides.

Drunk off the Ifrit Lord’s sex and drenched from the squirt of his cunt, Reya wipes her mouth in a daze. Her free hand leaps to her aching need, but The Burning Lord catches her hand. She whimpers in need. The Burning Lord “tsks” reprovingly.

“I offer you a choice, my young apprentice. You can lie back on your bed and I will drive my fingers into you and bring you off,” He holds up his hands, and his large, thick fingers, elicit and involuntary moan, “I will personally guarantee your satisfaction. Or you can give up your orgasm and make a sacrifice to me instead. In which case you, of course, get nothing, but I would be immensely satisfied.”

Reya hesitates for a moment, her arm still dangling half-way to her needy pussy as she seems to realise the Burning Lord is no longer holding her. Her need to cum is powerful, but she quietly chokes out, “What kind of sacrifice?”

The Burning Lord smiles, “Anything will do. Perhaps burn an outfit you no longer wear using my name. Perhaps dip into your savings and give me a jade bit. It’s merely a physical token of your submission.”

Reya aches, denying her need to orgasm causing her physical pain as she awkwardly makes her way to her wardrobe. Of the clothes not taken to the Hall of the Jade Cauldron, the dress she wore on Calibration is her favourite; she fishes it out with shaking hands before raiding her supply of emergency jade. She has four finely minted obols of jade: a fortune by the standards of the Realm’s peasants, a token amount of the funds available to her as a scion of one of the Realm’s Great Houses. She scoops the up and, trembling, presses them into the Burning Lord’s hands, laying her dress at his feet.

“Please… deny me, and accept my humble tribute,” She speaks the Burning Name, and the flames lick her dress.

The Burning Lord shudders in rapture as the smoke rises from Reya’s burning offering. “Come, kneel at my feet, girl,” He breathes huskily. Reya obeys as the pair watch the burning dress, the Burning Lord’s hand casually petting the Prince of the Earth, “There are lessons in the flames, my apprentice. Study them carefully, you will learn much.”

****

As dawn breaks, the Burning Lord takes his leave. Reya dresses and makes her way back to the Hall of the Jade Cauldron, the first years are waking and heading for their morning martial arts training, along with a handful of older students starting their studies. She makes a beeline back to her lab: the others are up and working on their papers.

“Where the Malfeas have you been this morning?” Udi says angrily as Reya walks in.

“Udi. Ro. Bedroom. Right now.” Reya snaps, stripping off her clothes as she cross the laboratory.

Rowena follows Reya’s lead, stripping off her clothes without a word as she also makes her way to the bedroom.

“What?” Udi says watching Reya and Ro strip, “Oh, whatever, fine!” She flings her arms in the air and follows after as she shrugs off her own clothes.

Hari looks up from her work, “So… do I just… I… you want me to wait here?” She asks nervously even as she scurries after Udi.

Reya lies on Ro’s bed and barks her orders at her, “Between my legs, baby. Don’t touch yourself yet: just get me off first. Udi, princess, where are you?”

“I’m right here,” Udi breathes huskily, slipping in the bed beside her.

“Kiss me,” Reya moans, “I want to cum kissing you.”

Udi’s hands try to sneak between her legs, but Reya guides them to her breasts instead. She can taste the Burning Lord’s squirt on Reya’s lips, and feels herself flushing red – too embarrassed to call Reya out on her infidelity.

Hari walks in shyly, watching Reya and Udi make out as she strips awkwardly and kneels by the side of the bed.

Reya breaks her kissing session long enough to reprimand Hari, “I can’t cum with you staring at me like that, Puppy.”

“Please, can I help, Mistress Danireya?” Hari whines pathetically.

“There isn’t any room for you in the bed, fatty,” Udi reproves. She nuzzles Reya’s neck as her mind races, trying to think of whom Reya might have snuck out to sleep with this morning.

Hari looks about to break out into tears, and Reya takes pity on her.

“Fine, why don’t you kneel at the side of the bed and suck my toes,” She sighs, guiding Udi’s mouth back to hers.

Ro licks desperately, her hands roaming over Reya’s body. Her fingers graze against Udi’s and Udi grips her, holding her hand as they press against Reya’s flesh. Reya’s thighs tighten around Ro’s face and she arches her back as her orgasm approaches. She loses her fingers in the thick of Ro’s hair and cries out the Burning Name as she peaks.

Fire licks against Udi’s bunk above: Udi doesn’t hesitate to throw a blast of water at the bed, quenching the flames. Her precision is perfect – only a year before, Udi’s water blast would have probably destroyed the top bunk and soaked the girls below, but the sudden jet is just enough to put out Reya’s flame and turn to mist.

“By Hesiesh, what was-?” Udi starts, but Reya cuts her off with a kiss.

“Cum now, all of you.” Reya gasps, beckoning Udi on top of her.

Udi crawls on top of her in an awkward 69 position. She kisses Ro’s cheek, doesn’t stop licking as she works a hand between her legs. Hari looks awkward for a moment before standing and grinding Reya’s foot into her crotch. The girls don’t all get off at the same time, but they do all cum.

The bed is too small for them all to snuggle together and they have a lot of work to complete. They fall out of the cramped bed, clean up and get dressed. Udi grabs Reya’s arm as they filter back to the lab.

“Where was I? Oh yes, ‘what the fuck was that?’”

Reya shrugs slightly, “Actually, I think you said ‘By Hesiesh-’?”

“I’ve seen you cum seventeen-thousand times, Reya, you’re never once… made fire from your mouth. It was like you were saying something, but I couldn’t hear anything and your lips didn’t seem… Your mouth looked wrong. And you were gone this morning. And you seem different. And you were nice to Puppy. And you taste of cunt. And…” Udi scrunches up her face, “Oh fuck: you’re a sorcerer now, aren’t you? Whose rug do I have to much to initiate on my second fucking day!” She punches Reya in the arm, a little too hard to be considered playfully, betraying a tinge of real jealousy.

Reya recoils, overdramatizing to Udi’s punch as she rubs her arm and pouts for sympathy. “I made a pact with an elemental lord. ‘Sealed with a kiss’ if you like. Learning sorcery is the aim of the game, princess.”

“This is the second time you’ve-” Udi begins.

Reya cuts her off as her hands make the mudras of sealing and silence. Her eyes flash green. Udi suddenly feels queezy, her hand flying to her mouth as she stops herself mid-sentence. “I really don’t want to discuss this with you.” Reya sits on Hari’s bed and motions for Udi to come sit beside her. Udi glowers but obeys, obediently sitting next to her, “Udi, I love you. I love you. And if it were up to me, the two of us would run away to the edge of the world and be happy together, forever. But it’s not up to me. We live in a society. We have to be popular. We have to learn sorcery. And frankly, I’m fed up with your bullshit giving me a hard time for what I have to do.”

Udi lays her head in Reya’s lap. For a long moment she doesn’t trust herself to speak. Eventually she whispers, “I’m sorry, goddess. Thank you for getting me off.”

Reya gently strokes her hair, “I really do love you, princess.”

Udi nods, “I know. Could I… get in on this pact?”

Reya pauses for a moment, “The Burning Lord was very specific. You’d die, immolated.”

Udi sits up and looks Reya in the eyes, “I’m not scared.”

“I know you’re not scared. I’m telling you it won’t work.”

“How do you know?” Udi growls fiercely.

“When I came, I said a name. If you can repeat that name, I’ll get the Burning Lord to make a pact with you. If you can’t, then that’s a sign you’re not compatible with his power, and it’ll kill you.” It’s not quite a lie, Reya reasons to herself, it’s just not quite the truth either.

Udi folds her arms over her chest and huffs, “Fine. Come on, we’ve got essays to write.”

Reya grabs her hand as she rises, “There are other ways. I will help you to initiate.”
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