"How grown is she?" she heard the stranger ask, her ear to the thin wooden door. "Don't need the Red Guard at my back for dipping into a young thing."
"She's of age, sir. Both m'girls are." At least that wasn't a lie. Though, it was likely the last shred of truth her lying father would tell the other man. "Wouldn't chance trouble with the guard. Not these days."
"You sell them both out?"
"They're good girls. Earn good money. Sen's got a limp, has trouble keeping up at other work and this keeps her useful." He must have liked the stranger to sell his wares honestly rather than make up some outlandish story about her limp. "Doesn't matter with her legs in the air, though, eh?"
Practical as always. She rolled her eyes.
"No, I suppose not. Do either have any aptitude for spellwork? Healing, maybe?"
Her father made a snort of disbelief, as though the very concept were ridiculous to him. She'd longed for her mother even more as she grew older, hating her for having left them to him. "Not been tested for such. Wanna meet Senna? She's the only one available at the moment. Ruka went to market."
"Whichever can see me soonest," the voice rushed, low and lush. "I'm deeply in need."
"This way."
*
He was brushed with sweat and slightly shaky and she bit down on her bottom lip as she studied how flushed his complexion was. Senna tipped her head and tried to draw his glance to hers. He was avoiding looking her in the eye, though, his dark hair messy and looking like it was longer than he usually kept it. He seemed... unkempt, though not dirty. Just messy. There was a graying at his temples that belied his middle age and she held still, watching him.
"Are you well, sir?"
"I'm well, child. Just excess energy is all, unused arcanum," he explained, finally looking up to meet her eyes. His own were dark, pupils blown wide as he exhaled hard. He blew out his breath, shoulders settling as his head went back slightly. He studied her suddenly intently, as though contemplating a piece of art, one fist rising to the center of his chest while he blinked.
"I'm not a child. My father told true," she murmured.
"Still, quite young," he contradicted softly, dipping forward formally. He had a beautifully tanned skin tone, accented by dark hair and eyes, a strong jaw and sharp nose. "Your aura is extraordinarily beautiful. Lydion was right."
"You're Chromatic? A Caster?"
He nodded his head in agreement, "I work for the Red Guard, by contract with the Chancellor."
"You didn't tell my father that." Likely, he also would have probably known if the other man was lying when asked about her age. He would know if she lied. She would have to be careful with this one, she'd have to find a way to try and really enjoy what he was doing. She wasn't sure what he would do if he found her pretending to be pleasured when she wasn't.
He smiled at her and it had the ability to be both handsome and dark at once. "I need a vessel, Senna, and you are a rare thing."
He was strange but... oddly charming. And she wasn't sure how to read him yet. "You've paid my father, so - "
"It's more than just fucking," the stranger interrupted. "One of the other mages said you and your sister practically glow. He was... not wrong."
"I don't ken to your meaning, sir. I'm sorry."
His head shook minutely, "It's quite alright. Undress for me, please."
Now, that was a request she understood. She leaned her weight to her left leg as she drew her thin slip dress up and off, trying to diminish any possible visible reference to the limp her father had told him about. The stranger simply smiled and winked at her genially, undoing the clasp of his cloak at the same time. She swallowed and stuttered when he revealed the iconic black and burgundy uniform of the Red Guard's Archmages. It fit him very well, his chest and hips trim, shoulders broad. Still, he looked distracted and disheveled in spite of the uniform. He laid his cloak across the chair to his left and then turned toward her, stepping closer.
"Do you know what a Feretory Compass does?" It was a strange question for her, one full with strange words.
Senna flexed her fists closed, "No, Archmage."
"You will," he promised, his hands rising to catch on either side of her face. The silver ring on his right hand was cooler than his palm. "Can you guess the color I see around you?"
She was infinitely surprised that he hadn't yet looked at her naked body.
He pressed his fingers to her lips when she started to respond negatively to the question. The quick shake of his head made her reconsider. She looked him in the eye, watched him smirk as she did so and then she slowly exhaled. His thumb brushed her bottom lip as she parted her lips to take in a breath.
"Try, Senna," he ordered quietly.
All she saw was "Blue."
This time his genuine smile was more than handsome. It was... lovely. "A very beautiful and specific blue, yes. Cerulean, with just the faintest edge of purple."
"Does that mean something?"
That smile sparked as he stepped closer and sloped his hands down her neck, one brushing over her breasts and stomach. "It means that I'm going to enjoy this very much."
She didn't know exactly what he meant beyond the usual, but she reached forward to assist him when he started undoing the hooked buttons and straps of his uniform jacket. Senna stepped closer as he brushed his knuckles against the back of her wrist, his palm cupping up under her forearm more gently than it could have.
"Do you like it here?"
She couldn't lie. Not to him. Some Archmages punished falsities without investigating them beyond the surface lie. Considering her father had a tendency to listen at the door she would have to infer the truth without saying anything at all.
She just shrugged instead as she slid his jacket open. "It's my home, Archmage. I've known nowhere else."
"Does your father touch you and your sister?"
Senna caught his eye and lifted her fingers, tapping against her own ear as she nodded silently. She saw his jaw flex and his eyes harden even darker, glossy black.
"Of course not, sir," she spoke the lie, knowing he had understood the truth. She wasn't entirely sure why she hadn't simply deflected the query, especially when he was a powerful and dangerous stranger. Her fingers tracked his waistline, "May I?"
He nodded as she stroked against the front of his pants, her fingers nimble as she unbuckled and then unlaced them. He let her continue undressing him, his anger slowly fading with each gently practiced movement of her hands. By the time she had him stepping out from his pooled clothing and boots his form was far more relaxed and his annoyance with her father had mostly faded. His hips were only slightly thicker than hers but his thighs were muscular, his calves hardened. There was a trim nest of dark hair at the base of his cock and she openly appraised him. He was... not small. Mid length, really, but girthy and thick. He was half hard already, the head deepening in color, veins pulsing, Heat touched her face and she looked up to find him watching her study him. She noted a scar along the left side of his stubbled jaw and rose on her toes, using him to balance as she placed her lips against it.
"Ruka is better at seduction but - "
"Read my aura, Senna."
"I cannot."
"You refuse to try," he admonished before reaching into her auburn hair and grasping some, using it to aim her downward. There was patience in the touch as she shifted her weight, though, using his other forearm for ballast as she knelt. "Suck me harder."
His gentleness waned once she had taken him into her mouth and she appreciated being so close to the bed when he started thrusting deeper in her mouth, impatient with how slowly she had begun licking and sucking at him. He groaned loudly, both his hands catching the sides of her head as he leaned her back into the foot of the bed pad, her skull cushioned as he pressed the head of his cock to the back of her throat.
She didn't hear it at first but when his thumbs brushed her temples an unfamiliar whisper got louder, his groan matching it as she gagged on his cock. He pushed farther, making her choke slightly, eyes shut. Suddenly a blinding yellow white exploded behind her eyelids, shaping him in her mind as he pulled from between her lips, making her cough and gag.
"Open your eyes."
That buzzing whisper was still there, louder, incessant. "What?"
"Open your eyes, Compass," he ordered sharply.