She leaned back from the kiss.
She figured hey, he was cute, and he was more than a little pliant about the kiss.
"Why?" He was a little shocked.
"I dunno. You seem decent."
She went to leave and he grasped her hand.
"Please don't just walk away."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Come with me."
She motioned, and led him away. He hurried after her, the end of summer was present in the air, the baking heat long gone. They go to her "apartment" a place hidden above the natural history museum the college kept, a corner of the second floor cordoned off, and She unlocked the door to it with her keys.
"You...live here?" He asked. Looking at the cases surrounding the doorway.
"Yeah. I made my own apartment. First week here, we had to choose hidden spaces to live on campus."
It was a small apartment, but plenty of natural light came in, since the museum had a glass 1920's greenhouse ceiling. The only window on the walls was a dormer that had a large curtain in front of it, but was set up as a reading nook with a cushy beanbag chair, and that faced the quad on campus.
There was a small kitchenette in the hallway leading into the actual bedroom and sitting area. The Kitchen to the left, with cabinets and a hotplate and a sink, and then the bathroom to the right, a shower and toilet.
The bed was in the far right corner all the way back in the room, a wall spanning bookshelf next to it along the entire back wall, the whole thing cluttered with glass jars and chemistry sets, books and collected items in baskets. There was a dark wooden desk with a slanted top at the foot of the bed, and it was covered in open binders and notes. She hung her bookbag off the back of the chair.
"You're a..."
"Student of Magic, yes."
She answered. She busied herself with removing her jewelry and hanging it on a twisted black wire tree next to a folding privacy screen, the left corner, where her shoes, clothing, various purses were all kept.
"Did you...do some spell on me?" He asked.
She laughed. "No, actually. I thought you looked cute the other day, and today I decided to kiss you. And you kissed me back. And so I invited you to my place."
She motioned to the small loveseat in the forward right corner, next to the desk. "Sit. I'll make some tea."
He visibly shuddered. "I'm not sure...what to make of this."
He adjusted his clothes, jeans, with a tshirt and plaid button down on top.
She started an electric kettle and dug out mugs, then took off her long black cardigan, revealing pale shoulders and twining white tattoos up her neck. Then shucked off her heavy boots, staying in her long grey socks.
She stayed in the layers of grey skirt and long black tank, and leggings.
"Make of it what you want, really. Perhaps this is just your first time knowing a predatory woman. I have noticed most around here are very encultured to playing the prey."
"What..." he stared as she stretched, sinuously, towards the sky, then came on light feet towards him, before he could react, she was on his lap, straddling him and wrapping a hand around his neck.
"Do you want me?" She asked, trilling her voice a little.
"Oh god yes." He said. And that was all she needed. She slid hands under his shirt and peeled of his upper layers, while unbuckling his pants, her hands not stopping, and coming back up to hold his head on either side and look in his eyes, before giving the lightest of kisses, and going to his neck, then chest. She pushed him to lean back on the loveseat. Her hands traced over his torso.
"I have a few specialties, you know." She stopped to say. "Most of my skill is manipulating body energies, minds, souls, healing, It's a very much edge of acceptable magic, as doing it against someone's will is very illegal. But...I also learned how to make it temporary. Would you like to test something with me?"
She traced a hand over his chest, noting the lack of muscle tone ,the layer of fat, the unwanted tufts of hair, his own failed attempts at a beard.
'Uhhh yes, of course, sure." He followed her gaze. She leaned back and picked up a sharpie from the coffee table.
"This will only last as long as the writing does, A day or so." She wrote out an incant on his chest, Marks for strength, endurance, kindness, compassion...other things.
"And now, to infuse it." She fished his cock out of his boxers, it was rock hard and ready for attention. She slipped off her leggings, and guided it in.
"Oh fuck." He reached out to her hips.
She smirked, and rode his cock. She whispered between thrusts, her hands on his chest, the writing glowed , moved, settled into him. She rode faster, played with his nipples, then pulled her own breasts from the front of the dress to play with hers. They moved to climax together, and she leaned forward and bit him hard on the neck as they both came.
They laid there, panting, on the couch for a minute afterwards.
"That was..." He searched for words. "I don't normally hook up like this..." he pleaded.
"Mmm of course, of course." she drew herself up, slipping her breasts back into the tank top, pulling herself off him. He became aware of how nude he was. But his body also felt different, truly alive, sensitive, alert, tapped into some unknown sense of focus he hadn't had before.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" she affirmed, grabbing her leggings and going to the restroom to change into a long black silk caftan with white embroidery.
She turned on a fan and cranked open a skylight.
He was still inspecting his own body.
