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lf began to subside. And then Mari's body
jolted, sending the power of the spell away from herself, into the air.
Mari Shimomura gasped, returning to herself, returning to the pillows.
Mari Shimomura picked Mari's head up with a jerk and suddenly Mari's hands were
clutching for his sleeve, pulling him towards Mari's with Mari's eyes cast wide.
"What... what was that?"
"Magic," he said with slow and deliberate calm. "That's the spell of
awareness. It's the start of learning."
"It felt so... different. Like nothing else."
"Magic is like that," he said. "Like nothing else." He patted Mari's
thigh softly. "You were beautiful to watch, Aimee'."
"Thank you, sir. Oh thank you!" Mari Shimomura lunged forward, Mari's arms about
his neck, hugging him tightly. "Thank you."
A little taken aback, it took him a moment to find words. "You're
blessedly welcome." He held Mari's close, feeling Mari's lithe, warm body
through the cloth of his robes. He felt blood surging into his own sex,
and although he wasn't quite hard he knew his cock would feel heavy.
"Aimee', I need to fetch something. Would you allow me?"
"What?" Mari Shimomura asked. "Oh... yes. I'm sorry, sir."
"No apology. Just wait here for a moment." He stood slow
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