Dispelling

29 years after the death of Himmel the hero.

Gottok, a city in the central lands.

Fern the mage apprentice asked her teacher: "Frieren. That seduction technique you showed a few years ago, that was a joke, right?"

It had been a comical scene back then. Sein, a weird priest who had traveled with them for a while had wanted the company of an older woman. Yet he didn't like Frieren, who was over 2000 years old, because as an elf she looked as young as she always had and would. She had tried to show off a seduction technique she had learned, although to a casual viewer had just looked like a wink and a thrown kiss. Sein and the others had not been impressed, but Fern had been sure there was something in it.

Frieren, on the other hand, was wondering why Fern was asking about this now. She had to remind herself how fast humans aged. Fern was 18 now, so she was an adult and noticeably taller and better endowed than her elvish master. What did adulthood mean to her? She wasn't planning on using the technique on Stark, was she...?

Frieren explained: "I learned it from my master, and it worked very well on Himmel. There was something wrong with that priest."

"I was also wondering whether it actually was a spell, or you know, just flirting," Fern pondered.

'Flirting,' that was a strange word to hear from Fern. Not that Frieren herself had done much of it, it was not an elven tradition. She wished she had. Himmel had perhaps been interested in her, but that was too late now.

"It is a spell." Frieren sounded serious.

"Can I learn it?"

Frieren pondered about this for a while. Fern was generally very responsible, sometimes more so than she was despite her age, but could she be entrusted with this? Although, wasn't she already familiar with couple other things...

"Do you want a clothes dissolving potion too, I have --"

"Frieren. No." Fern was annoyed by the weird smile her master sometimes took on when talking like this. Elves weren't supposed to be interested in sex, that's what she had said herself, so why was she always smiling like that when the discussion was even slightly related to it?

"Of course, you already also know that spell which lets you see through clothes --"

Fern stopped walking and made a sulky expression. "Are you going to teach me that technique or not?"

"All right. It's actually a very easy spell, but we have to go to some place where it can't accidentally hit someone innocent."

"How about that alley there, it's a dead end?"

"You want to learn it right now?"

"You said it was easy."

"We can try, come on."

Frieren entered the alley. She could see it was indeed a dead end, there wasn't anything in there. That was a bit weird in itself, you'd expect some junk to be stored here at least.

"So, as you said you were unsure if it even is a spell, that's a part of it. A person shouldn't know they are being enchanted. You must suppress your mana while casting, so that it only looks like a kiss, as you may remember."

"Yes, it did look like that. That's why everyone was laughing."

"You weren't."

"You usually know what you're doing, but I'm not so sure about this subject..."

"I may not be very seductive, but Flamme certainly was, and I learned this from her. Now, observe carefully. I'll do it in a slow and obvious fashion so you can see the spell happening."

Frieren gathered a little mana, not hiding it now so Fern could see what she was doing. Then she threw a wink and a kiss at the wall at the end of the alley.

She turned towards Fern. "Right, so did you understand...?"

"Mhhs..." Fern seemed to suddenly have trouble speaking and she had a weird look in her eyes.

"Oh..." Frieren touched the walls, which she knew she should have done beforehand. Fern had made her too hasty. Frieren could usually sense spells without doing anything, but she knew she shouldn't always trust that sense. There were spells which had been cast by mages who were ancient even compared to her. Those could still linger in some places and they were hard to detect.

"How unfortunate..." Why was there a reflection spell on this wall? It must have been left over from the demon wars. Frieren recalled she had been here at some point, and there had been a fortress here. It was all too obvious what had happened.

"Fern?" The girl would be completely smitten... Frieren's eyes widened when she realized what her apprentice was going to do when she stepped closer.

"No Fern, don't kiss m -- mmp! Mm..." Well, it wasn't that bad. Frieren hadn't been kissed many times, and that could very well have been the best kiss she had ever received.

When she finally managed to distance herself from the girl, she said: "We have to get to the inn. Can you control yourself until then?"

"Mmh..." Fern mumbled, staring at her, but she did follow when Frieren took her hand and led her ahead.

She could feel Fern's hands touching her rather inappropriately when they reached the inn, so she knew they'd have to quickly get to their room on the second floor.

"Emergency," she said as she pushed past the landlord on the stairs. Luckily, he didn't start wasting their precious time.

Frieren pushed Fern into the room and slammed the door shut behind them. Safe. Well, as far as public embarrassment went. On a personal level it was far from over. She would have to dispel the enchantment.

"Fern. Take off your clothes," Frieren said. She did the same even though she wasn't sure it would have any effect on the girl, since she was just under a spell and clearly interested in boys. Frieren also well knew she was far from a voluptuous sight, and Fern had seen nude before anyway, but the girl's gaze seemed to be locked on the wispy white hairs between her legs. So, even if it helped only a little...

"Get on the bed and open your legs," Frieren said. Fern's breasts were quite significant in size and her nipples were perky as a side effect of the seduction technique making her excited.

Frieren started with a kiss between the girl's thighs, keeping eye contact with her. It was true elves had little sexual interest, and what little she had was normally certainly not directed at her apprentice. Despite that, Frieren knew the fastest way to dispel the seduction was to use her tongue in the way which her teacher Flamme had taught her two thousand years ago. Flamme had made her practice this numerous times until she had perfected it, forcing her head down until the result was satisfactory. It had been a while she'd had to do this, but she never forgot what she had once learned.

She felt Fern's pubes against her nose, they were much more substantial than her own. Although she had done little, Frieren had read all possible books about the subject and knew the terminology. She found the girl's clitoris with her tongue and then started slipping it into her tight vagina. Her pointy ears were tickling the girl's thighs and her pigtails were bouncing when her head started moving.

After a while of tonguing the girl Frieren noticed a reddish blush had risen on Fern's cheeks. Good, the dispel was working. Now she just had to be patient and continue vigorously.

"Teacher... Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Fern moaned.

Fern was making all kinds of sounds and twisting her body, until the thigh-twitching finale arrived.

"A-aaa! Aaa! Aaa!" Fern's face was red and her back was arching. She was gripping the sheets knuckles white.

Frieren felt the girl shivering on her tongue. Good, there was that. Now then, the next part... Suddenly Fern throbbed really hard around her tongue and squirted in her mouth. That's it. Frieren noticed her own nipples were suddenly feeling very perky and sensitive for some reason.

Finally the throbbing subsidized and the girl stopped twitching. The dispelling had been successful, but Frieren still stayed between her apprentice's legs and kept kissing her there. This would help Fern to relax and get used to this. She would probably have to do this one day herself, possibly even to Frieren. She was ancient and powerful, but not so good at defending against love spells.

Then she moved to kiss Fern on the mouth so she could spit a warm mouthful of the girl's own squirt juices there and make her taste them and then swallow them down by rubbing her throat with her fingers. She could feel Fern's hands caressing her back while they were kissing, and the softness of her breasts and her hard nipples against her own.

Suddenly Fern flinched and turned away, her eyes wide. She had snapped out of the seduction. Frieren put her head on the girl's shoulder and her hands on her weighty breasts, rubbing the nipples with her fingers and whispered into her ear: "It's all right, Fern. Everything is fine. Sleep now."

"Stop smiling like that," was all Fern said to her...

It was only polite to cuddle afterwards, since the girl would be feeling weird and confused about what had happened now that the seduction had been dispelled. They slept naked, holding each other close, with Frieren's face between Fern's soft, warm breasts.

Fern didn't speak to her in the morning. She was sulking again. She left the room and slammed the door uncharacteristically hard when she left.

Their warrior companion Stark was waiting for them at the tavern downstairs. He noticed Fern was in a bad mood, but couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"What were you doing last night? I heard some strange sounds..." He was clearly also wondering why Fern was suddenly blushing quite noticeably?

"We were practicing dispellations," Frieren said, trying to draw Stark's attention away from Fern, who had turned to face the wall. Hopefully he was sensible enough to leave her alone.

"Right..." Stark knew little of magic, so who was he to question the expert. Besides, Fern tended to sulk about all kinds of little things.

"We should get going," Frieren said. That was strange, she wasn't usually in a hurry to get back on the road.

"All right," Stark said, finishing his drink. "Coming, Fern?" he added as he got up.

"Grrh..." Fern groaned and followed. Her face was still red she tried to keep her gaze away from them.

"Let her be, she'll be fine," Frieren said, and then they were on their way...