"Sorry about the tight fit." Amusement scratched Limini's voice to a low husk. "I'm not really a 'robes' kind of wizard."
"It's fine." Gretel bit his lip as he finished lacing the trousers she'd given him. Limini wasn't exactly narrow in the hips, but he'd always been curvy down there. He looked mournfully at his trousers, cast so carelessly into a tide pool earlier and now set out to dry. "I mean, I appreciate whatever you have, honestly."
"'Course!" She laughed, kicking her feet from atop the boulder she'd hopped up on. Her blonde hair wafted in the faint wind, making her look almost ghostly in the mist. "Far be it from me to forsake a fellow wizard in distress."
"Right." He smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Um, which Tower did you attend, if you... don't mind my asking?" Her style of magic definitely wasn't anything like what he'd learned at the Ivory Tower. Each Mage Tower had its own schools of thought when it came to magic, though. The Ivory Tower was known for its focus on wards, sigilmancy and dream magic, and he knew the Teeth Tower up north practiced necromancy and spirit binding. That was about all he knew.
"Tower?" Limini laughed. "Aw, that's cute. No, sugar, I learned what I learned all on my lonesome."
"Really!" Gretel looked at the lake, to which he'd had to insist Limini return Jenny, then back to Limini. "I wouldn't have guessed. You cast as well as any Tower mage I knew."
Limini smirked. "I'm sure you mean that as a compliment, sweetie, so I'll take it as one."
Gretel blinked. He tried to quell the feelings of affront but couldn't quite hold them back. "Do you... doubt the Towers' results?"
Limini's smile made her eyes crinkle and narrow. Her leather overcoat billowed around her as she hopped down from the boulder, revealing appealing curves bound tight in leggings and a low-cut shirt. "Oh, I don't doubt they teach lots of fledglings how to spark a campfire or float a book to them, don't get me wrong. I got nothing for respect for that kinda magic. Me, I learned on the open road, the dungeon delve. The magic you learn adventuring... well, I don't mean any offense, sugar, but fancy Tower spells just don't tend to match up."
Gretel felt his cheeks heating up. "So you don't... think a firm grasp on magic theoretics is worthwhile?"
"Aw, I'm sure it's very powerful!" She walked up and slapped him on the back. Gretel jumped as he was pushed a little towards her chest, a gasp bringing in sweet air tinged with the scent of her exertion. "In, well,
theory
~"
Gretel glared up at her.
He didn't like feeling pretentious. He
wasn't
pretentious. But an untrained adept dismissing all his studies... he had to admit that rankled a little. "I think you'll find it pays off in the long run to understand the concepts behind the practice."
"I'm sure you're right." Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "So, what were you
practicin'
with that pretty kelpie?"
Gretel's cheeks burned, and he dropped his gaze.
"You seemed to be enjoyin' it, whatever it was. But I'll bet you had a clever magical plan all along."
"I was..." He bit his lip, scowling at the wet sand. "I was caught off-guard."
"Caught off-guard and trouserless. Poor
thing
. She reached down and tousled his hair, and his face got hotter. "Don't you worry, little lord. I'll keep you safe from here on out."
"I--I don't--"
"So, how'd you get this far into the Evergreen on your lonesome, anyhow?"
Gretel blinked. "The what?"
"The Evergreen." She rapped her knuckles on his head through his fluffy pink hair. "Sorry, sweetie, does the Tower have a special name for it? The Perpetually Bioluminescent Ecology?"
"Biolu--" Gretel bit back the correction to her vocabulary, realizing it would not help his case for the Ivory Tower one bit. "No, I meant, do you think... that's where we are?"
She stared at him levelly. "That's where I know I am, yeah."
"W're in the Greatest, Darkest Forest."
Her eyebrows raised. "Oh?"
She looked him up and down. Gretel felt his cheeks reddening--the tight leggings didn't do much to conceal that his cock was still hard. And a bit... bigger than normal, to be honest.
He wondered when the kelpie's gift would fade. The hardness, the heaviness, the...
girth
Jenny had given him. He wondered when it would go back to normal.
He wanted it to... right?
Limini reached out to cup his cheek.
Gretel was jolted from his thoughts, and his world tripped and bounced for a second in its haste to catch up. "Guh. Um. What--"
"Shh."
Gretel met her gaze, shimmering orange eyes. He found his voice quieting. "What are you doing?"
She put a finger to his lips. His breath caught. "H-Hey--"
"In," she said calmly.
"Buh--but--"
"
In.
"
Without conscious thought, his lips parted, and her finger slid into his mouth.
His lashes fluttered. His lips closed around the finger, and he felt a strange temptation to give her finger a dainty little suck.
The finger popped out. He blinked rapidly as Limini lifted it to the air, as if testing the wind. She pursed her lips. "
Thought
so. Pixilated."
"Pix... what?"
"Pixilated." She smirked. "Oh, did they not have a word for that back at the Tower? Let me guess, fairies? Or maybe fauns?" She rubbed her chin. "You look like a faun's type of tribute."
Gretel blinked. His gaze fell to his feet. "I-I don't..."
"Probably surrounded you in lights, right? Had their way with you, maybe traded you around?" Her voice dropped low and husky. "Maybe you don't remember so well how you got away~?"
Gretel's head shot up. "No, I--"
His heart held a beat.
He took a deep breath.
"You don't remember." It wasn't a question.
"I... my memory's a little, um..."
"Spotty? Blotchy? Grainy?" She leaned in slightly, and her scent immersed him. "Maybe when you try to focus on the details, they get all blurred and your mind gets all fuzzy and you don't want to think about it anymore?"
Gretel rubbed his thighs together. "I, um..."
"Maybe you get a little horny when you try." Her bedroom eyes bored into him. "Like you had a wet dream you can't. Quite. Remember."
Gretel's mouth was dry. When was... the last time he'd had anything to drink?
"But..." He swallowed nothing at all. "But I... it's
miles
from the Evergreen. Tens of miles!"
"A long, long journey for a little treat like you." She batted her eyelashes. "I wonder what makes you so special?"
"B-But--but why would they--"
"Let you go?" she suggested.
Gretel bit his lip.
Limini took a step closer. She took his chin in his fingers and tilted it upwards. She leaned down close, full lips brushing his ear. "I don't think they did, little lord."
Everything in Gretel's mind seemed to be slowing down. Thickening. He breathed in Limini's scent, stared into her eyes, felt her hot breath on his ear. "I... I, um..."
"I think you're still in their little game," she purred, caressing his cheek. "Fauns follow all kinds of powers now that the Courts are gone. Maybe whatever you're a tribute for likes the
chase
."
Gretel's cock was throbbing. He was panting, staring into her fiery eyes, watching her luscious pink lips.
"Whatever it is, it probably makes that pretty kelpie look like a lost little lust sprite." Her other hand dipped down and gave his ass a pinch. "A little
treat
like you's just gonna get gobbled right up~"
Gretel panted.
"There are dangerous things in these woods, you know," she cooed. "Aren't you glad you've got me to protect you, sugar?"
Gretel tried to speak. All that came out was a whimper.
He stumbled back, nearly falling on his ass. "I-I have to go," he stammered.
"Go?" Limini raised an eyebrow. "Honey, you're in the middle of the Evergreen Forest. You're not going anywhere." She folded her arms. "Not alone, that's for sure."
"I--" His cheeks burned. "I can take care of myself."
Her eyes drifted downward. "Well, I sure hope so~"
Gretel bit his lip hard. He didn't want to go out there alone. Not even a little bit. Limini's talk had him spooked. And she
seemed
trustworthy enough, didn't she?
But fool him once, shame on them. Fool him...
... however many times it had been, plus one? Shame on him.
"But you really shouldn't be goin' alone. Not while you're bein' hunted." She smiled slightly. "I could get you outta this. It's not out of my way."
"I--don't think I see the sense in trading a
hunter
," he retorted, "for a
poacher."
Limini's eyes narrowed. She took a step forwards him--and sprang back with a look of electric unease as he raised his hand and formed a great shield of shimmering runes between them.
"Thank you for your help," he said. "Um, I'll be going now."
Limini's arms folded. Her eyes glittered as she looked over the shield. He could tell she wanted to test it--wanted to see if her magic could corrupt it, as her kind of adeptry was meant to do. He almost wanted her to try. Wanted her to fail, to realize his training hadn't
just
been in 'theory'.
"You take care, then," she said at last. "The Gray Wraiths don't come around the Standing Stones area, but other things do."
Gretel gave a cautious nod, no idea what she meant, then turned and hurried off into the woods.
"Be seein' you," he heard her mutter.
~ ~ ~ ~
Gretel raised his hand and wrote a shield of wood-repellence. The fallen log practically flew out of his way. He stalked past, a storm of papery frustrations cluttering his thoughts.
Limini had gotten to him a little. It had been too long since he'd practiced his magic, and being condescended to by some... delver wizard rankled more than he liked to admit.
So perhaps he was using his magic a little liberally all of a sudden. He flicked his fingers, creating a little bubble around a mosquito and gently sending it a quarter-mile in the opposite direction. That didn't mean he was suddenly insecure. It had a practical benefit. The more he used it practically, the less he would feel swayed by the... associations towards his mark that had formed since he'd left the Tower.