Abyssal Passions Ch 5-7

Author's note: Since I've been informed that individual chapters feel really short I'm going to instead publish chapters in groups of three every three weeks instead of one every week. As always feedback is appreciated.

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Chapter 5

The walk from Dukesbridge was gruelling, made bearable only by the conversion between the old friends and Amy. Although that soon descended into Amy talking at the pair of humans as they lost their breath and had to stop speaking to conserve air. In a couple of case, Olivia chipped into the conversation when a question about the magic school, or academies as Olivia called them, cropped up. She was seemingly unaffected by the extended journey, when asked how, she told the pair in vague terms about substituting mana in lieu of mundane resources needed for living but refused to go into detail how.

As the sun neared to horizon the large town of Axbury drew close and the entourage of two gasping humans, one mage, and one familiar stopped as Olivia motioned for them to listen.

"When we enter town I'll take us to my usual inn, from there we'll meet with the candidate I appraised when I past through here on my way to your town. We'll stay the night before our carriage arrives to take us into the core territories. While we're here try to enjoy the amenities since we'll be on the road for a while after this."

"Yes Mage" the exhausted pair responded before they resumed their final trudge into town.

Once Olivia had paid for their rooms Heather and William split up to take a rest and get ready for dinner. Heather, upon reaching her room collapsed onto the bed, Any following behind her.

"So, you want me the order a bath mistress?" Amy asked.

""That would be great." Heather mumbled into to bed before filling onto her back and regarding Amy.

"Why do you call me mistress? Why not just use my name?" Heather asked. Amy turned to face Heather before responding.

"Is mistress not too your liking?" She queried.

"Don't get me wrong, whenever you do I feel a delightful fluttering in my core. I just worry that your demeaning yourself too much all the time." Heather explained. Amy grinned as she spoke again.

"If you like it so much then I'll continue. Don't worry about me demeaning myself, remember your passions are what enticed me into your servitude, mistress" Amy enunciated each syllable if the final "mistress" seductively before turning and strutting out the room to call for a bathe swinging her hips very deliberately as she left. Heather's head fell back onto the bed again blushing slightly as she grinned to herself at Amy's antics.

Not too long after, Amy returned with a house maid who filled the wooden bath tub with hot water before leaving the two alone again.

"Do you want to get ready for your bath alone or do you want me to strip you, mistress?" Amy asked, once again stressing the "mistress" seductively. Heather shook her head.

"How could I ever say no to an offer like that." Heather grinned as a mischievous Amy prowled across the room towards her.

Leaning over Heather, Amy lowered herself until she was pressing her chest into Heather's. Slowly she dragged herself down Heather's torso until her mouth met the bottom of Heather's top. Lifting her top up and off Heather, Amy followed it back up Heather's torso running their tongue along Heather's body all the way from her navel to her chest, veering of to the side to follow Heather's ample curves, meeting her nipple in a quick lick before pulling the top over her head. Quickly shifting to the other side of Heather's chest Amy ran her tongue back down her torso from nipple to navel, her hands running down all the way from Heather's outstretched arms down her side lightly tickling her as the brushed down past her abdomen and hooked the waist off her trousers.

Heather, eyelids fluttering softly under Amy's gentle attention, shook lightly as Amy pulled her trousers down and blew hot air onto her panties. Amy, satisfied with the teasing she had performed quickly disposed of the rest of Heather's underwear and ran a finger up her wet sex making her shudder slightly before picking her up in her arms and carrying her over to the warm bath water. Pleased with herself after hearing Heather's pinning for more, Amy climbed into the bath before she lowered Heather onto her lap, one hand going to massage and play with Heather's breasts and nipples while the other lowered itself to Heather's sex slowly working Heather into a quietly moaning puddle as Amy nibbles on one of her ears.

As Amy's loving touch stirred Heather's lust, Heather reached up and began to play with her own free breast circling and twisting her nipple as she ground herself into Amy's hand, her moans becoming faster and more insistent. Amy expertly drove Heather closer and closer to the edge she whispered passionate praise into her ear.

"Your moans are so cute"

"You're such a good girl."

Heather began to pant as she reached her tipping point. Her breath caught as she reach her peak.

But her release didn't come. Amy paused her work careful as to not let Heather over the edge. Heather moaned in protest as she felt her peak slipping away. For a long moment Amy held still before resuming her massaging if Heather's sex. Once again Heather's moans grew in intensity as she approached the edge but again Amy expertly stayed her hand before Heather could reach that final line. Heather's moaning gained an almost pained edge as Amy toyed with her, keeping her as close to her peak as possible before letting her final release slip away.

After a little over half an hour stuck in this limbo, Heather was begging Amy to let her cum. Every time, however, Amy would let out an adorable giggle, like the chiming if bells, and continue to torment her mistress.

After an hour, Heather was reduced to repeating please over and over in a frantic pace, begging for a release that Amy refused to give. Soon after Amy stopped completely, standing from the bath and leaving Heather to clean herself, frustrated but unwilling to admit defeat by finishing herself.

That night, after dinner Amy was lounging by the window very pleased with herself when Heather stormed over and stared down at her. Pointing at the bed, a thoroughly frustrated Heather commanded Amy in a tone that brooked no opposition.

"Bed. Now."

Amy looking up in shock and a little anticipation obedently stood to walk to the bed.

"No. Crawl."

Her anticipation growing alongside a healthy amount of nervousness Amy obeyed, crawling over to the bed under the watchful glare of her mistress. Laying on her back as Heather commanded, Amy began to guess at what Heather was about to do. As she spread her legs Amy was proven right when she felt Heather spit rather forcibly on Amy's sex before working her finger into her. Starting slowly but rapidly gaining momentum, Heather massaged Amy's g-spot. Soon a second finger entered into the mix as Amy opened up more. Heather's rather rough but controlled approach continued to climb in intensity as she began to palm and rub Amy's clit. Amy for her part began to moan as Heather's attack stoked a fire in her lower body. Her moans quickly became frantic as Heather's attentions lead to her first orgasm, fluid squirted from Amy's sex as Heather furiously fingered her. Amy had no breaks as Heather continued her assult leading to Amy quickly reaching her second and third peak, her moans becoming screams as her body trembled violently. Heather's merciless rubbing continued as Amy was gripped by wave after wave of pleasure. After her 5th or 6th release Amy began to beg for rest.

"Please, no morrreeeehaaa"

After her 8th she began bargaining with a stony faced Heather, promising to finish her properly. It wasn't until her 11th mind breaking orgasm she lost her words reverting to a blubbering mess of half screams. The onslaught ceased after her 14th. Amy lay panting in a mess of her own fluid. Heather, standing above her, lowered herself onto Amy's mouth.

"Lick"

One word was all Amy needed to understand Heather's command. Lapping at Heather's sex Amy reflected on her earlier mischief as Heather began to moan sweetly.

Bucking her hips and grabbing handfuls of Amy's hair, Heather ground herself into Amy's mouth as her delirious obedience lead Heather closer and closer to the edge before finally with a long moan if contentment Heather came hard into Amy's mouth holding her still until Heather had fully come down from her high.

Slumping next to an exhausted Amy, Heather drifted off to sleep. Having exacted her sweet revenge.

The next mourning Heather awoke with nervousness and worry at the front of her mind. Turning to look for Amy, Heather saw her already awake and sitting by the window.

"I'm... I'm sorry if I took things too far last night." Heather began anxiously. Her rather rough treatment of her familiar weighed heavily on her mind. Had she taken it too far? What if Amy didn't want to continue their current relationship?

Amy turned from the window to look at Heather. She slowly rise before padding over to her. Gently she reached out to Heather, taking her in her arms and embracing her warmly, stroking her hair with one hand as she responded softly.

"No, I'm sorry for taking my own game too far. We should have discussed our wants and needs before it got to this point. But don't worry, I rather enjoyed your 'punishment' even if my actions that warranted it were unacceptable. Remember, I am much more than human, if you truly tried something I didn't enjoy you would be able to touch me."

Heather blinked, reflecting on Amy's response. The implications of what she enjoyed meant for future pleasures wormed their way through the back of her mind as she her self stood, returning Amy's embrace.

"I enjoyed our bath. Just promise me you won't leave things unfinished next time."

Amy chucked sweetly. The two of them still had a discussion about their desires and boundaries in the near future, but for now they simply enjoyed each others company as they got ready to meet their new travelling companion before setting off for the core territories.

Downstairs, Heather spotted Olivia, William and a new face. The newcomer was chatting with William as Heather approached the group.

"Good you're all here." Olivia interrupted the two boys' conversation.

"The carriage should be waiting for us."

The group rose from where they were sitting. Filing out of the inn behind Olivia, they spotted a carriage waiting in the street outside.

"There won't be enough space for all of us in the carriage. Does anyone want to volunteer to ride with the driver?" Olivia asked as she turned to the group.

"Shouldn't the familiar be the one riding outside, obviously." The new boy drawled, almost spitting out the word familiar.

"Excuse me." Heather rounded on the boy still leading Amy by the hand due to her eye wraps.

"Even a country bumkin like you should recognise that anything willing to contact with you is lesser than us humans. No point pampering it, it lives to serve you." The boy continued, his expression sneering and condescending. Heather started to splutter a response before Amy laid a hand on her shoulder. Stepping forward, Amy lifted her hands to her face, removing her eye wraps and meeting the boy's gaze with a steely glare. The boy's face became white as he fell backwards, bile bubbling up into his mouth as it spewed across his face.

"His bluntness was in ill taste, but he does make a valid point, you'll have to get used to people treating your familiar is lesser as we get closer to the core territories." Olivia said as she stepped forward into the carriage as she motioned for a nearby servant from the inn to clear the boy's mess.

"Your familiar will ride with driver. Let's get going."

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Chapter 6

The silence in the carriage was uncomfortable. The new boy, Felix was his name, glared at Heather for the first few hours of the trip before finally relenting, grunting as he looked out the window at the passing countryside. His attitude towards Heather was perplexing, Axbury was barely a day's walk from Dukesbridge and yet he acted like they lived in entirely different worlds. Amy's own retaliation hadn't helped thing; it only gave Felix more reason to dislike Heather, all fear being directed at Amy and not at all to Heather herself.

Eventually, Heather decided she needed to be doing something with her hands. Closing her eyes and focussing inward she attempted to pull thread directly from the abyss, foregoing the step of spinning the fibrous flakes of mass she was able to pull from the abyss back in Dukesbridge. The first couple of attempts failed as the abyssal threads simply unraveled as soon as she attempted to pull them into the physical world, causing little more than a flickering darkness between her outstretched fingers. Nevertheless, Olivia, noticing Heather's efforts to achieve something watched on in interest as Heather's attempts continued. Eventually, Heather realised what she was pulling from the abyss was too evanescent to persist in the physical realm. She instead imagined spinning it into thread as she lead it through the tunnel in her core, adding a level of stability to it as she wound it round her splayed fingers. Grinning triumphantly, she opened her eyes and inspected the simple mesh of grey thread she had constructed. Looking up at the others, Heather spotted Olivia busy noting down what she had just done in some sort of tome. William looked suitably impressed but Felix only glanced at the mesh with a bored expression.

"And what's the use in that." He drawled, reaching across the carriage to pluck the thread from Heather's hands. "Should I be impressed that you're able to make some string."

As one of his fingers curled around the mesh ready to yank it from Heather's grasp he gasped, withdrawing his hand and clutching his finger. Confused, Heather looked at Felix clutching his own hand before her gaze was caught by a glint of red as scarlet blood ran along the thread, slowly dripping from the mesh. In her attempt to conserve as much material as possible in her attempts, conscious of the mana cost of her experiments, Heather had made the wire razor thin. A fact Felix found out by trying to tug the wire from Heather's fingers. Curious, Heather pulled at the mesh, feeling a no resistance against her skin before the thread broke, it's thin edge coming from a lack of material making it rather fragile.

Olivia, nodded to herself continuing to record the event before she addressed Heather directly.

"Your own fingers were unharmed by the thread, why is that?" She inquired.

"It didn't feel like it was touching my fingers at all. Like it was following their shape without any resistance." Heather responded, somewhat bemused as the remaining scraps of the broken thread shimmered and faded away.

"I see. And the constructs themselves, do they persist until broken or until you ceases concentrating on them?" Olivia continued intently.

Heather paused, trying to formulate her response as clearly as she could.

"If I had to put it into words I'd say they remained for as long as they are able to complete the purpose I made them for. Amy's eye wraps haven't disappeared, at least."

Olivia nodded one again. For the next few minutes, Heather answered question after question apparently having opened the floodgates to Olivia's curiosity. Heather, however, didn't understand much of her power herself and as the interrogation continued, fell back on the response of telling Olivia to ask Amy more and more until Olivia finally relented closing her book and returned to ignoring the group. Felix glared at Heather the entire time but also quickly returned to sullenly staring out the window, seemingly unwilling to address the obvious fact the Heather's ability was more interesting than he'd admit.

As the sun set the group, or rather the recruits, set up their tents as Olivia remained in the carriage reading yet another massive book from her bag. Heather wondered just how heavy her bag must be while she and Amy helped each other put up their tent. That night, Heather lay under her blankets as Amy expertly slid in next to her, catching her in a tight embrace. Heather rolled over and returned the embrace, burying her face into Amy's shoulder. Amy's hand slid down towards Heather's waist before Heather stopped her with a shake of her head. She was more than content to simply enjoy their closeness tonight. Amy relented as Heather began to drift off to sleep, safe in her familiar's arms.

The rest of the trip was uneventful as Heather couldn't practice anymore of her weaving, having used what little material she had saved up on the first day of the trip. The hostile atmosphere in the carriage that stemmed from a seething Felix wasn't very inductive of conversation either leading to a rather quiet, dull trip to the next town.

They arrived at the next town three days later. It was quite a bit larger than Axbury, leading Heather to feel a fair bit of nervousness. Olivia led the group to another inn once again and left them to their own devices after telling them to be ready to leave early the next day. Heather and Amy were led to their room by the inn's housekeeping before being left to their own devices. Having been reminded of her own ignorance by Olivia's interrogation the other day, Heather had a number of questions for Amy about her abilities. The first of which came from the first thing everyone else did after the long trip.

"Why don't I need the toilet anymore?" Heather asked, fighting down her embarrassment at the question.

Amy taken sightly by surprise by the question took a second to respond.

"Remember when I said we could gain material in the abyss by consuming the physical world?" Amy started to respond. "Well it's not just things I consume that get sent to the abyss. While my body is custom designed by yours truly to accommodate this, excess you consume will also get automatically sent to the abyss, at the moment that means waste matter from your meals but as your body adapts further to its connection to the abyss you'll began to create nutrients directly from the abyss making food a completing optional activity you'd only partake in as a leisure or if the food in question would help build a store of abyss material."

"I'll stop needing to eat?" Heather asked incredulously.

"Only if you practice supplementing you nutrition using the abyss manually at first." Amy clarified. "Similar to what that Mage was doing on the walk from Dukesbridge. Eventually, with enough practice, you won't even need to breathe. Everything your body will need to survive will come from the abyss and your mortal organs will become obsolete, for the most part. Your brain and heart will still be nessicarry. You'll still need to think and blood will still need to flow."

Heather shivered, her mind spiralled in a questioning of her own humanity. As if sensing her panic Amy caught her in her arms holding her close.

"Don't worry, you'll still always be yourself. Nothing can change that."

Heather leaned into Amy's warmth, reassuring herself from the safety of her embrace. Looking for a way to distract her from her fears, Amy grinned naughtly.

"I seem to remember you promising me an attempt at fitting me in you all the way to the base." She whispered, smirking to herself as she felt Heather tense up in excitement her breath quickening.

"Promise you'll take it slow." Heather quivered, excitement building in her chest and in her abdomen.

"Whatever my mistress asks." Amy reassured Heather her hand reaching up to the back of Heather's hand and gently gigging her hair back softly biting Heather's lip as her breathing became ragged already anticipating the night's activities.

Giggling lightly in her adorable way, Any swept Heather off her feet and carried her to the bed kissing and nibbling Heather's face and neck the entire way.

Being laid onto the the bed Heather's heart quickened as Amy lovingly stripped her clothes off of her. Heather's eyes widened as her gaze transfixed onto the undulating appendage that snaked its way out of Amy's mouth. Amy, her own eyes fierce and primal, met Heather's as she lowered herself to Heather's waist, her lengthy tentacle wrapping around Heather's sizable thigh, the tip hovering above her sex waiting for Heather's confirmation to go ahead. Swallowing at the suspense, Heather nodded.

Amy began to slowly tease Heather's sex with the tip of her extended "tongue". Flicking it in circles around Heather's clit and lapping at her entrance. Heather's back arched slightly as Amy's attention grew more and more energetic, reaching up with one hand she started to play with her own chest as her other hand lay flat steadying herself as she became wetter and wetter under Amy's compassionate assault. Heather let out a long low moan before looking down and meeting Amy's gaze again, nodding in admission of her readiness. Heather gasped as Amy unwound herself from her thigh and withdrew slightly, lining herself up to Heather's slit. Carefully, Any pushed the tip of her slippery length into Heather.

Breath hitching, Heather felt it writhe within her before finding her most sensitive spot. Amy responding to the sudden, delightful change in the pitch of her mistress's moans, pushed more of her length into Heather, rubbing along her sensitive spot all the way. Not long after though, Amy paused her intrusion, retreating and returning to running her tip in circles across Heather's g-spot wiggling her tentacle slightly to open Heather more before plunging back inside her, slowly pushing further than her first intrusion pausing before long and retreating again, leaving more of her length buried in Heather each time over and over as Heather's back arched further off the bed. Reaching down, Heather grasped Amy's head as she felt her insides stirring more and more. Her moans reaching a new intensity with each new depth that Amy reached. Before long Amy had reached the same depth she had in the abyss. Her "tongue" flexed, pushing Heather over the edge as her moans reached a fevered pitch. Slowly, Amy began to withdraw fully from Heather's depth, but was stopped as she felt Heather's hands on her head push her closer to Heather's sex.

"More" Heather panted a low desperate moan. Amy, her own passions stoked by Heather's desperate tone, redoubled her assault, squirming deeper as Heather's moans increased even further in intensity.

Amy, lips pressed against Heather's, growled in satisfaction as the last of her firm length buried itself in Heather. The vibrations of Amy's growling, along with her constant writhing and flexing, tipped Heather over the edge into another mind rending peak. Her moans broke into screams as she clutched Amy's head, her back arching far above the bed. After a long moment, Amy stilled the tentacle in Heather's depths, allowing her to slide her full length gently from within Heather, illicitly another long moan from the quivering girl. Amy slurped her tip back into her own mouth as she crawled up the bed and lay next to her glassy eyes mistress, idly tracing shapes across Heather's stomach as she observed to aftermath of her conquest.

"Holy fuck" Heather finally said. "That was intense"

Amy smirked, draping her arms over Heather's torso as she responded.

"But you'd do it again." She grinned at Heather's rather enthusiastic, if tired, nodding.

"Whenever you wish. My mistress." Amy whispered as Heather drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 7

"We'll be stopping in towns from now until the end of our journey now, thankfully." Olivia told the group was the carriage set off the next day.

"You'll be leaving us for the maker's guild soon, just three town over." She said addressing William.

"Another day and the military academy will take you." She turned to Felix, who looked smug at the fact the military had taken him for his magic talents.

"We still have a full week's travel ahead of us before we reach the royal institute in the capital." She finally told Heather, who was already beginning to get get sick of the constant moving around having not left her home village of Dukesbridge until just under a week ago. At Olivia's education, Felix stared incredulously at Heather.

"Who's dick did you have to sit on to get into the royal institute?" He sneered.

Heather, with a boiling irritation rising in her chest, gathered every once of disgust she could and threw a seething glare at Felix. Felix flinched away, breaking eye contact with her. Whether from the lasting fear Amy's own gaze had imparted on him or from the malice of her own attack, Heather couldn't tell but she was pleased with the fear his eyes held as they darted away quickly. If she could have done more she would have but with Olivia present she didn't want to run her chance at becoming a mage over some arrogant brat's petty insult.

An hour later, Heather's figeting and foot tapping has apparently gotten too much for Olivia to concentrate on her own book. She took out a rough looking scroll clearly purchased in town rather than taken from her own collection.

"Have a look at this." She handed it to Heather "It has the letters of our emperor's alphabet along with some simple words and pictures. Your basic education will get you up to the absolute minimum level needed for testing when we arrive at the royal capital before term begins for you, but you might as well start with the basics now."

Heather thanked Olivia, aware of the amount of resources that Olivia was spending on her. She has to remind herself that the kindness stemmed from an academic interest in her magic and was, at least in Olivia's eyes, warranted, even if Heather herself thought it was excessive. Felix scoffed at Heather's illiteracy, but refrained from engaging further, having learnt his lesson twice now.

In town, Heather spend more time with William, aware that this was likely the last time they'd see each other for at least a few years, if they saw each other again period. The two were often joined by Amy who fit into the group dynamic well and by the time it was time to say goodbye to each other, was as much a friend of William's as Heather was, in most because her being an extension of Heather herself. On the night of their parting, Heather even drank some alcohol, something she usually preferred to avoid due to the killer headaches they gave her. However, as the night went on Heather noticed she was missing the usual buzz. After a while, she realised that the part of her that filtered waste into the abyss must also be filtering the toxins of the alcohol as an undigested "excess", much to her dismay. Amy seemed to be fully intoxicated despite not touching a drop of alcohol. She explained later that she was feeling the "party passion" of the occasion rather than being affected by anything physical.

As the evening grew to a close, Heather carried a seemingly drunk Amy to their room as she giggled to herself in Heather's arms.

"We should go to parties more often. That was fun." She slurred. "I could teach you how to poison yourself with the abyss even."

Heather paused for a second before realising what her drunk familiar was trying to say, smiling at Amy's suggestion. By the time they reached their room, Amy's drunken state had already almost completely disappeared. Despite this she made no move to leave her mistress's arms, not that Heather was complaining either, there was a simple satisfaction in having her familiar in her arms.

Entering her room and laying Amy on the bed, Heather was reminded of how much Amy gave compared to her own contributions to Amy's enjoyment of their unique relationship. While Amy had repeatedly stated that Heather's passion and lust were almost physically intoxicating to her, in much the same way she felt and appeared drunk when surrounded be those at a party, Heather still felt guilty at her own selfishness. And as Amy lay beneath her, she felt a need to give back to Amy, in a way that allowed Amy to enjoy the full process, her rather rough punishment the other day didn't count. Slowly lowering herself towards Amy's form, Heather lightly kissed Amy's lips as they met eyes. The inky depths in Amy's eyes betraying to Heather her lust rather than causing the sickening nausea they used to.

Amy arched her form stretching her limbs off and displaying as much of her figure to Heather as she could, her colourless clothes melting away. Heather, still kissing Amy's lips, brushed her hands across Amy's torso, cradling her breasts before gently circling their peaks, in much the same way Amy first had back in the void in which they had met. Amy moaned into Heather's lips before Heather withdrew to catch her breath. Amy's apparent sensitivity lighting the fire of Heather's lust. Lowering her head, she closed her lips around Amy's rise, her tongue drawing rings around Amy's nipple as her free had slid down Amy's stomach before resting on her inner thigh. Her attentions on Amy's chest slowly rose in boldness as Amy spurred her onwards with breathy affirmations and low moans. Eventually, Heather gained the courage to lightly nibble at Amy's nipple as she tried the other in between her fingers. She was rewarded as, through softly clenched teeth, Amy hissed a long

"Yessssssss"

Emboldened by Amy's continued murmured approval, Heather brought her free hand up to her mouth quickly but thoroughly wetting her fingers with her spit before returning her mouth to its worship of Amy's rock hard peak. Her hand once again lowered to Amy's sex, carefully adding her own wetness to her already drenched slit. Gently kneading Amy's clit with her thumb, Heather worked her middle finger into Amy's folds, her ring finger following shortly. After a quick wriggle inside, Heather found Amy's g-spot as Amy contracted around her fingers. The attack of Amy's breasts, in tandem with Heather's assault on Amy's clit and g-spot worked her up into a frenzy as her moans grew faster and more frantic. Until, all of a sudden, the dam broke and Amy groaned long and loud as fluid spilled from her sex.

Satisfied with her progress but unwilling to quit, Heather lowered herself until her face was level with the wet mess of Amy's lower half. Gripping Amy's pliant thighs, Heather barely had time to try and ask Amy if she wanted to continue before Amy reached down between her legs and pushed Heather's lips against her own. Amy sighed in contentment as Heather began to suck tenderly on her clit. Gripping Heather's hair tightly, Any pushed her further into her groin, urging her on as Heather increased the intensity of her administrations. Amy's moans started to rise in pitch one again as Heather's tongue lashed across her clit. Heather's focus remained firmly in her current task even as her familiar began to twist and turn on the bed above her. Heather grasped Amy's thighs tighter as her legs shook with pleasure.

With a feral growl, Amy climaxed for a second time her body locked in place as pleasure gripped her for a long moment, made longer by Heather's unceasing devotion to her task. Heather, feeling her familiar finish for the second time, crawled back up to Amy's side, letting her taste her own sweetness on her lips as they kissed. Heather held Amy as she glistened with sweat, revelling in her own satisfaction at causing her familiar such mind bending pleasure.

When morning came, they said their final goodbyes to William as an official from the maker's academy came to escort him to his new home. With William gone, Heather was confronted with the fact that her final connection to her old life had left. She felt nervous, yes, but it was overshadowed by a sense of accomplishment stemming from the fact that she was finally following her dreams. For the longest time, she had lived with the fear that she was defective, that she had been running behind the starting line her whole life. But with Amy's introduction into her life and her discovering her gifts, she was given the opportunity to take control of her destiny at the best institute for magic in the empire. Turning to get in the carriage waiting for her, she sat next to Amy who, now there was space in the carriage, was riding along with them rather than with the driver, much to Felix's discontent. As the door to the carriage closed so did the first chapter of Heather's life and as the horses began to pull the carriage forward Heather couldn't help but look to what the future had in store for her with hope.