The tea was hot. William held it in his hands, not so much for the taste, but for the warmth it provided. Across from him, Aurus watched intently, as if measuring every blink. Then, William decided to speak.
"During the trance... I saw no colors or light, not even shadows. Everything was a thick mist that enveloped me completely. There was no up or down, only that dense shroud that revealed nothing. I thought I was blind, until, little by little, part of the mist dissipated. And then... it appeared."
Aurus raised an eyebrow, interested.
"A mask. Smooth, unadorned, without cracks. White, pale as a corpse. It only had two empty eye sockets." William closed his eyes for a moment, recalling the scene. "Despite having no eyes, it looked at me, or at least that's what I felt, and then... it turned."
"It turned?"
"Yes. The mask spun on itself and a mouth appeared. Giant. Full of jagged teeth. It opened... and let out a sound that pierced my soul. I would not know how to describe it, but it was something very sinister, it felt like a true nightmare."
Aurus remained silent, gazing at the bottom of his cup. His expression had changed; there was no longer that casual tranquility he usually showed, but a contained tension.
"The mist usually appears in trances when the subject has an affinity with illusion magic... but that mask thing..." he shook his head. "I have never heard anything like it. It might just be a manifestation of your subconscious. Nothing to worry about. This test was only to detect affinities, it will not leave any after effects."
William nodded, though he knew Aurus did not entirely believe his own words.
After a light conversation, William remembered the suit he was wearing.
"Professor... Do you know where my previous clothes are...? I do not want to dirty this borrowed outfit during training."
"Oh, right. Ask in the laundry. The maids must have them."
Following the directions, William reached the service wing. Upon opening the laundry door, he found Rose distributing tasks with natural authority. William waited in silence until she finished. When she turned, her eyes lit up with that mischievous sparkle that characterized her. Her twisted smile was that of a cat who had just seen a defenseless mouse.
"How are you?" she asked softly.
"Better... Thanks to you," he replied, approaching. William's words surprised her a little, as she believed he had been unconscious during her little mischief. "Perhaps someone told him..." she thought to herself, looking for an explanation of how he had found out.
"So... maybe you need something else from this maid?" she whispered, taking a step towards him.
They looked at each other for a few seconds, without speaking. The air between them was tense, electric.
It was William who leaned in first. Rose received him with a soft kiss at first, but it soon became more intense. She clung to his neck, while he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her firmly towards him.
"My room is empty," she murmured against his lips.
He needed no further invitation.
The door closed behind them with a soft click. Rose's room smelled of fresh flowers and spices. The curtains were drawn, and the sunlight barely filtered through, casting soft shadows on the stone walls.
Rose pushed him decisively against the wall and kissed him with a contained urgency. Her lips were warm, her tongue a slow, provocative dance. William responded hungrily, sliding his hands down her hips, feeling her body tremble at his touch.
She pulled back just a few centimeters, gasping.
"I want you to look at me," she said, and began to unbutton her dress, one by one, unhurriedly, letting each part of her skin slowly reveal itself.
Her body was firm, full of natural curves that showed her rigorous training. Her chest was exposed, smooth and erect, her nipples hardened with anticipation. Her hips were soft, round, with finely trimmed hair in a triangular shape, framing a mound of Venus that seemed hand sculpted.
William could not tear his eyes away from such a majestic work of art.
"You are beautiful," he murmured.
Rose smiled, gliding towards him. She unbuttoned his shirt with agile fingers, running her fingertips over his defined abdomen, outlining the lines of his muscles.
"And you... are made for sin."
She knelt before him, slowly pulling down his pants with calculated slowness. His cock rose tense, thick, throbbing. Rose held it delicately, caressing it with her tongue before enveloping it with her lips.
William let out a deep groan, resting his head against the wall.
She licked him slowly, as if savoring him, increasing the rhythm only when she felt him losing control. She stopped at just the right moment, looked up at him from below, and licked her lips.
"Not yet."
She stood up and led him to the bed. William carefully laid her down, slid between her thighs, and opened them with firm hands. Rose was already wet, her folds shining with desire, and as he grazed her with his fingers, she moaned softly.
"I want to feel you," she said, her voice hoarse.
William penetrated her slowly, enjoying the warmth that enveloped him. They moved together, unhurriedly, as if each thrust was part of an ancient ritual, a communion between flesh and will.
She hugged him tightly, her nails marking his back, her gasps mixing with his own. They changed positions. Rose mounted him, moving sensually, her hair falling over her shoulders, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
"More..." she whispered. "Harder."
And he pleased her. They sat up, kissed fiercely, gave themselves over to sweat, to spasms, to that brief instant when bodies cease to be bodies and merge into something more.
When climax reached them, it was like a brutal wave that stopped time for a moment as a contained fountain was released, completely soaking William.
Looking down with shame, Rose did not know what to say, so she just leaned on his chest, drawing circles with her fingers.
"I did not know you had experience in this, you little rogue."
William smiled, caressing her back.
"Me neither. But with you... it is different."
She looked into his eyes, and could not help but ask him with pleading eyes.
"Will you come see me again?"